ALBRA
77. 'Call me Papa'

Finished chatting with Nesi who will take care of the room of the baby candidates Qyen and Albra, now Qyen walked down the stairs with very slow steps. His stomach was already enlarged, and it made it difficult for Qyen to walk, let alone Qyen's non-high body.

“Home stairs are too much, or I am tired quickly huh? Why is it so long just for the stairs,” muttered Qyen who really has difficulty walking on the stairs.

Before long, there was a hand holding his right hand. “Ian?” tanya Qyen was surprised.

“Why? I'm out of the room. What's it going downstairs?” Ian asked as he led Qyen to help him down the stairs of Max's extremely long and luxurious home.

“I want to check the ingredients of the kitchen for dinner. Aren't you in the back? How come it's suddenly here?”

Qyen did not refuse when Ian took his arm, as he did need help at this time.

“After the room I have stairs, so I go straight through the stairs.”

Qyen nodded her head. Too tired to walk with loads especially while chatting.

“Mending Lo move room only below for a while. From going up and down the stairs later if Lo lahiran in the middle of the stairway how?”

“No dong maybe, just a lot of moving is good.”

Ian rubbed Qyen's head in a fit of anxiety. “Still small have been pregnant anyway, Lo.” Both of them laughed at Ian's jokes.

“I'm an adult yes, married!” qyen said with a laugh, showing her wedding ring.

Finally after spending a few minutes passing the stairs, now both of them are on the first floor.

“Udah yes, if you want to go up wait for Albra aja. I want to play golf again.” Ian left in front of Qyen.

“Udah afternoon loh, you guys are not tired in the field from noon?”

“Tanggung, just a moment again. Byeee ..”

“Ian-Ian,” muttered Qyen while shaking her head.

With a small hum, Qyen walked towards the kitchen. Currently, all kitchen and home affairs are managed by Albra, automatically Qyen also takes care of it. Even the house, once dominated by gold and white, has now been interfered with by Qyen, and made a new blend of colors.

Just like yesterday, Qyen had just told the servants to change the curtains on the second floor using pink curtains, even on the first floor, there are some items that are replaced with new colors so as not to be too monotonous and formal.

About Frans' response, of course, he did not protest about it. Now there is no more evil action that comes out of his nature or attitude. Even he has shown that if he cares about Qyen, just look when he brought in an architect for the nursery.

“Ekhem!”

The voice of someone who is very familiar Qyen was heard, he looked back, there Frans was staring at him. Qyen smiled and walked closer to Frans.

“There can I help you with, Mister?”

“Oh yes, Sir thank you for giving me permission to stay here. And ... Thanks also for bringing Nesi who will take care of the room of the baby. Previously, Mr. Albra said if we did not need a nursery because it would be in our room.”

Frans smiled small, very small to hear the long recitation of the Qyen.

In response to Qyen, Frans simply nodded his head, then spoke, “I just did the thing I was supposed to do.”

Qyen's smile never goes away when talking to Frans, he always displays his sweet smile so Frans feels comfortable chatting with Qyen. “Master is leaving? Need me to prepare dinner Mr?”

“No need, I will go to Dubai for two weeks. When was she born?”

“Exactly one more month, Mr.”

Frans nodded in understanding, it seemed like he had to attend when his second grandson was born.

“Good ..”

The situation between the two was awkward until Qyen opened his voice. “Master is leaving tonight? Or tomorrow?”

“One more hour I have to go to the airport ..” Frans put both his hands in the pocket of his pants, Qyen can see if Frans' face is a little restless and nervous. He asked, but Frans reopened his voice. “Call me Papa just like Albra and Ian.”

His voice was flat and hurried, and Frans stepped away from Qyen. While Qyen heard that, he smiled widely and balanced his path with Frans. “A minute, Mr.” Call Qyen.

Frans's steps stopped. “You didn't hear?”

Now that the defense had collapsed Frans saw the happy face of Qyen before him. His smile widened and Frans nodded. “Of course.”

“Thanks for accepting me, Pa..”

Doesn't look like a pregnant daughter-in-law. In Frans's eyes, Qyen now looks like a happy daughter because it was bought a new bag by her Papa, somehow seeing it makes Frans feel happy. If he could accept Qyen long ago, he might find happiness long ago.

“Sure, I also want to apologize for my attitude first. I haven't been able to tell you everything, but I'm really sorry to have done that to you.”

Qyen's smile did not fade from his face, now felt a warm hand hugging his body, who else if not Albra. Albra came still with his golf clothes, he did not even have time to open the gloves on his left hand. He went to the house on Ian's errand because of Qyen's difficulty walking. But it turned out that the moment of his arrival was very precise, and he heard all the chatter of Frans and Qyen from a distance.

“It's okay, Pa. With Papa receiving my presence well, I am already very grateful and happy,” said Qyen with tears that he could not bear. Why did his eyes suddenly heat up and want to cry.

“Papa's Bay, baby,” whispered Albra in his ear.

Qyen nodded, in between her tears Qyen asked for permission to embrace Frans. Frans accepted that. Frans gently brought Qyen into his arms, and Albra embraced the two.

“Your stomach!” frans was surprised to feel a very intense movement of Qyen's stomach that he could feel.

Qyen chuckles. “The baby kicked in, Pa. Looks like she's happy.”

“Baby can kick, Albra?” frans asked with a face that was still surprised, he asked his son for an answer.

Albra nodded. “Of course, Pa. Papa should feel how his kick.” Albra took Frans' right hand, and he brought it to the surface of Qyen's belly. Coinciding with that, a movement was felt in Frans' right hand.

“Ah .. I can just feel it.”

Qyen was very, very happy today, Frans' apology made a happy cry in her heart. Whether he was exaggerated or not, Qyen certainly did not have the burden of living around Frans.

They talked for a while before Frans left. After the evening starts, Albra and Qyen drive Frans to the front of his car. Even the guards were getting ready to take Frans to the airport.

“Papa, this do not forget to eat yes. Cooking class time yesterday Alan and I made croissant.” Qyen reached out her hand to give Frans a bag of boxes.

This was the first time Frans felt the attention when going to work. He took the bag and smiled. “Thanks, I go first.”

Qyen nodded, then waved his hand in unison with Frans's car which had left the grounds of their home.

In the car, Frans never showed his face if he was happy. “Brian, why have I always been blinded by the behavior of my mother first?”

Brian, who was sitting in the front seat, glanced at his master. “It's not too late, sir. You can feel it with your kids at this time.”

Frans confirmed it. Qyen's presence in his family's life seems to be the right choice.

…

“You happy?” Albra embraces Qyen and showers Qyen with small kisses all over Qyen's face.

“He’em, I did not expect Papa would talk like that to me,” said Qyen who was still watching Frans' car away.

“Come go inside.” Albra embraced Qyen with gentleness. “That's all because of your gentle demeanor that always accepts Papa. Papa's heart is broken, you are great, dear.”

Qyen confirmed that. When a person's selfishness is met with resentment, it is unlikely to find a bright spot to get out of the problem. But look, when a person's selfishness is reciprocated with tenderness, and try to understand his attitude, then the selfishness will disappear by itself.

Albra brought Qyen to sit on the living room couch, telling Qyen to wait as long as he changed clothes. Before long, Albra came back down while carrying Alan on her lap.

“Alan is awake?”

“Already, Qyen,” said Alan who is now sitting and leaning on Qyen's boat.

“Ganteng really you.” Scramble Alan's hair in a fit of rage and kiss Alan's forehead gently.

“I'm not praised?” albra asked with a sulking face that was now also sitting next to Qyen.

Qyen chuckled softly, kissing Albra's right cheek. “This one is more handsome,” whispered Qyen inelinganya.

“You want to see my good looks, baby? We have long ago gak—“

Albra had not yet finished her words, a pillow first floated towards her face. “Iya-iya, darling. I'm kidding.”