ALBRA
69. Albra and Frans

The next day, today is Sunday. Early in the morning, Qyen opened her eyes and her goal today was to exercise, take a leisurely walk on the beach in front of her penthouse. He only needs to walk for 5 minutes to get to the beach and exercise while enjoying the breeze of the beach.

Qyen already has an appointment with Albra and Alan to exercise together. But Alan will depart from Frans' main house and follow him to the beach.

“Kak, come on dong. His eyes go up, later we can not see sunrise.” Qyen had woken Albra many times, but her husband had reason to add to her time.

“Already, if you don't want to come, I'll be alone. All right, find bule!”

Then Albra miraculously got up and ran to the toilet, running and talking. “Bule-bule, not quite equal my face.” The toilet door closed and Qyen smiled triumphantly.

After waiting for Albra for 5 minutes, they finally got on the elevator to get down to the ground floor. They are also ready for their sportswear. Qyen wears friendly leggings for pregnant women, and oversized shirts in light purple, not to forget the white hat that adorns her beautiful face. And Albra wears a black casual T-shirt, and knee-length sweatpants. The shoes they used this time were the couple items they had. Although there is an element of pink color there, but Albra happily wear it.

“Wah, fortunately today is not too crowded,” muttered Qyen who saw the beach view from the direction of the glass elevator.

“Honey, why are you wearing pants like that?”

Qyen glazed and watched his body. This is the right clothes for him, in addition to being comfortable, he also feels safe against his stomach. “Why, Brother? I'm rich padlocks huh?”

That's not what Albra meant, it's just that Qyen is increasingly looking like a Junior High this time around, and if he is with Albra maybe they will think that Qyen and Albra are father and son. “I'm like your father's fall,” sulk Albra.

Qyen chuckled amusedly. “I guess why. Not really, you are handsome today.” The whisper of Qyen in Albra's ear.

After exiting the building, they began to walk towards the beach, just by crossing the big road, they finally arrived.

Albra and Qyen started warming up lightly, Albra who will be leading the sport this time around. Albra began to run, and Qyen just took a leisurely walk enjoying the cool of the morning and the sun that had just risen.

Qyen allowed Albra to exercise in front of her, and she could notice the many girls blatantly watching and admiring her husband.

“Twidth charm just keep. Not aware of his wife's trouble to run.” Kesal Qyen's.

His sense of regret was lost when a car he knew parked in front of him, there was Alan who came out of there was wearing his sports clothes, before long Alan's bodyguard was out of his car.

“Small master, briefly.”

Qyen chuckled at the awkward style of Alan's bodyguard, it seemed like he still had a hard time keeping a child, let alone the little boy was Alan.

“Qyen ..” call Alan while running towards Qyen and hugging Qyen very tightly.

“I miss ..” Qyen returned Alan's embrace and kissed the boy's forehead.

“I miss you too, baby. How is the trip far away, you don't sleep in the car? Though you do not need to follow.”

“Mistress,” greeted Alan's bodyguard she knew named Parell.

“Call only Qyen, no need mistress.”

“Of course I can't call you like that.”

Qyen nodded, he smiled widely, actually he was holding back his laughter looking at Parell's cuteness. With a very, very manly posture, the chest of the field was clearly printed on his tight shirt, tall body, white skin and handsome face, he said, but Parell unfortunately carries Alan's doll bag which he sipped on his right shoulder.

“Have come?” Seeing his son, Albra ran back and approached Alan.

“Master,” greet Parell.

“Papa ..” Alan took turns hugging Albra. He still has his guilt because of the incident in Japan at that time.

Ian and Albra are giving Alan the bodyguard out of fear that the events in Japan will happen again.

Finished greeting, they continued the delayed morning sports activities. Not a few eyes that pay attention to them. Perhaps the current concern was Parell standing guard behind them, while carrying a blue doll bag. The bag was always ready to standby on Parell's shoulder because of Alan's main needs, such as drinking, and others.

Until the sun had risen, Qyen was already unable to walk, Albra and Alan were already flooded with sweat, finally they pulled over to enjoy the young coconut water in the morning.

“Sit here, Om,” call Alan to Parrel and get a nod from Albra. Parrel sat down next to Alan.

Little by little, Alan used to call others names using appropriate nicknames, such as calling a more mature person called Kak, Om, Pak, Bu, and Qyen who taught it all. Seeing the change, Qyen felt very proud.

“You don't look tired, baby?” ask Alan Qyen. Alan's clothes were wet with sweat, but his face did not show if he was tired.

He was drinking his black water, his hands hanging to indicate if he drank first. Qyen nodded inviting Alan to drink first. “I don't feel tired. I like to join Om Parell exercising at home,” he said in a style like lifting a barbell.

“Oh yes?” asked Albra who felt this was a good change for her son. Even he admitted that Parell's body was more muscular than him, probably because Parell did have special training about it.

“He’em, Pa. Already em ...” Alan counts the day with his finger. “It's been five days I've been exercising.” He pointed to his five fingers.

Qyen and Albra chuckled, saying that Alan now likes to exercise.

“Pa, can I play sand with Qyen?”

“We talk to you for a minute, Parell. We don't seem to have time to chat after you become my son's bodyguard.”

Parell nodded, then sat down before Albra. “You've been friends with Ian for a long time?”

“Iya, Sir. I was in Junior High School with Ian. Then meet again one year ago.”

“You already have a wife?”

Parell. “Not yet, Mr.”

“Your life is the same as Ian's. I forgot.”

Albra did a bit of an interview with Parell, at least he trusted the bodyguard that Ian had recommended to Alan.

“How about Alan, do you feel disrespected?”

“No, Sir. Small master is very good, can be set up, and does not make a fuss.”

As a father, Albra did agree with that. Alan is a good boy, organized and independent, but since the age of Alan more and more have strange behavior, maybe he thinks there are so many things he must explore in his growing age.

“Thanks for wanting to be Alan's guard, if you need anything just let me know.”

“An honor for me to be given trust.”

Albra could see Parell was a type-type human like Kender, equally flat and cold, also not much talk. But once Albra does not always blame it, see Parell will certainly talk a lot if you have known Alan longer.

…

Afternoon greeted them again, now the little family Albra was already in the main house of the Max family. Qyen and Albra went here, because of Alan's wishes, and Albra who had little business to her father.

Alan was playing chess in his room with Parell, who taught him how to play chess. The child does not stop talking and asking questions, which makes anyone who hears it will definitely be dizzy. But look, with cool and extensive knowledge, Parell can answer all of Alan's questions easily.

Qyen watched their activities from afar, before he finally returned to Albra's room. It's unethical to sit in Alan's room without her husband.

“Honey, where are you going?” qyen asked Albra, who had opened her knob.

“Hai, I want Papa's work space for a minute. You want to come?”

Qyen shook her head. “I'll wait here. Do you need something to accompany your work?”

Albra did not refuse. “Bby, babe. Bring it.”

After getting a nod from Qyen, Albra went down the stairs to get to Frans's office. He entered the room and saw Frans leaning his body on the back of the chair.

“How's Papa doing?” greet Albra and stand in front of Frans. Although she and Frans always had different thoughts, Albra could not close her eyes if she was born from Frans blood.

“Good. What's wrong you're meeting me. Still need me?” His voice was sounding faint but did not break Albra to ask Frans for help. It's about the ring Qyen wears.

“I need Papa's help,” said Albra and now choose to sit on the sofa.

Frans was a little annoyed to see Albra who was always willing to do something, and it was exactly like him. Inevitably he approached Albra and sat down before her.

“What's up? It seems very important until you meet me first.”

Albra opened the screen of her tablet, and gave a picture of Qyen's hand with a diamond ring there. Frans' forehead shriveled to see a picture of a hand that of course he knew whose hand it was.

“What's with his hand?”

“Ring.”

“That's your wedding ring?” frans asked who was only focusing on looking at Qyen's ring finger.

Albra zoomed in on the image until it revealed the diamond ring Qyen was wearing. “I need information about who bought this ring.”

“Not you bought it for him?” Frans took the Albra tablet and tried to observe the beautiful and very expensive ring.

“As Papa knows if Qyen has no family. Yesterday we went to the orphanage where he used to live, and the guardian mother Qyen gave the ring to Qyen.”

“Say the ring was sent three years ago without a name. But in the package it says the name Qyen.”

“The ring is not an arbitrary ring, Albra.”

Albra nodded, if Frans were to speak like that it must be a rare item. “Papa can definitely find out who bought the ring.”

Frans smiled evilly, in his heart there was no intention at all to help Qyen find where her family was. “I have no intention to help him.”