Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 54

With a tired face and shaky steps Quen came home. Even he also parked his car axle, he went inside immediately to the room, threw his bag and lay on the mattress just like that.

The girl let out a long breath, her eyes blankly staring at the ceiling of her room.

His head was filled with. Bad shadows he honestly never wanted.

Quen closed his eyes tightly, as if wanting to release all the weight on his shoulders.

"Why is this so? Dear God, the owner of the heart, drop this love on the right figure. Don't let my love bring hurt and sorrow to all parties. I also don't want to get sick or hurt.

Dreeee... Dreeett.... The dreeeeet!

Quen looked towards his bag as soon as he heard the tremors from inside.

Lazily grabbed the bag and took a flat object from it. Seen by her name Aditya who was calling her.

Quen caught a glimpse of him also smiling, his smile very wry. Not long enough to let him until the second call he just lifted it.

"Hello,"

"Darling, where are you? Are you coming home this afternoon?"

"Sorry, Dit. I'm tired, later also mom take me to see the dress, sory yes earlier I can not pick up Axel, and later I can not go anywhere."

"Yes, you rest, baby. But I miss you so much. Can I see you later?"

"When?"

"How about we have dinner together?" Aditya.

"May, have I been istirshat first, huh?" The girl also turned off her call. With the origin of the flat object thrown and rolled to the edge of the bed grabbed the desk calendar that stood next to the room lamp on the nightstand. He looked at the whole date and counted from this day to the date circled less than twelve days.

Back the girl sighed softly and returned the calendar. And still lying lazily he covered his face with a pillow.

Feeling bored he was frowning out of the room, down to look for something that can be in the makakak to just say stress.

Quen accidentally heard something strange from inside his sister's room, moreover, the door was not closed perfectly, it was still slightly open. Quen smiled little, obviously they forgot because they are used to their own home in Japan, as long as Bilqis has slept or played must be free to do anything.

With cute Quen down and straight towards the kitchen, in the living room he saw Lyli who was busy watching tv.

"Miss, Quen's home?" greet the girl kindly.

"Yes, brother. Where's my mom so quiet?"

"Mom sent Madam, she said to deliver the invitation to the sister's house."

"Oh, nganter invitation, huh? What's in the fridge? Said grandpa bought me brownies yesterday, huh?" quen asked as he glanced towards the kitchen.

"Yes non, there is still intact, I keep it along with the fruits," replied Lyli as she went to help Quen get what he wanted.

"Is there a pudding too, Lyli's sister who made it?" quen asked seemed interested.

"Miss Nayla who made it, Non. Make Bilqis he said," Lyli replied as she cut the cake for Quen.

"Oh, you have, I just ate this, thank you, brother. Quen said then returned to the living room sitting leaning on the sofa while watching television shows that for him there was no interest in him.

While Lyli he returned to his room to rest.

Shortly thereafter, we heard footsteps coming from the stairs. The longer the sound approached. Curious, Quen looked back at his brother, walking towards him wearing a black T-shirt with SUPRIME writing on his chest.

Al sat next to Quen a little distance away just a few centimeters away. Quen noticed her brother's still sweating body, and he smiled with a strange look.

"Cape, Brother?" quen asked as soon as he saw the red marks peering at his neck. Because a big piece is covered by the sweatshirt he's wearing.

"I've just taken a break why should I be tired?" jawan Al is plain.

Quen remained silent, he turned his gaze to take a mouthful of brownies and ate them slowly. Then I turned back to Al.

"Sister, does your neck itch after being bitten by a mosquito? Can I get you some eucalyptus oil?" still with his stifled laughter.

"what, the hell is Quen?" al was really confused.

Finally Quen took his smart phone, turned on the front camera and asked Al to see the part of the neck that he maxed.

"The mosquito bit you. Not even a punch but the color... Haha." The girl was unable to hold back her laughter.

Al looked at the camera while rubbing the red mark on his neck, then looked at Quen with a gaze that had been interpreted. "You wanna know what mosquito this is? Biting him is not sakiy and also not itchy, he only leaves scrumptious marks, lo. You wanna try it?" al said with a serious look.

Hearing that sentence and Al's expression thus Quen cringed himself, though he had done more than a kiss, if it happened it would be absurd. In addition to Al already married, he had also given himself to his older brother three years ago.

"I'm gonna put my plate on before my mom comes, 'cause today she's taking me to see my finished dress." Quen's hurry to go to the kitchen dodges.

He also thought about why his brother was so brave to him. For years living together, he never said that. "Ah, it's all my fault, I should just shut up don't tease her," Quen said.

Al left the room. He returned to his room with a frown to take a nap, but, he paused when he saw Quen standing on the balcony. There are still things that hold his heart to ask. Moreover, he knew that last night he had nightmares related to his marriage.

"Quen, someone wants you to ask." Al approached Quen standing beside him.

"What do you want to ask, brother?"

Al took a deep breath. And began to ask very carefully. "Are you sure about the man you're getting married to?"

Quen looked up at Al. "Why did you ask me about this?" his question stuttered a little, for he knew who Al was, so long as he wanted to investigate the man he wanted. In twenty-four hours it is complete he got the data of the person.

"I'm your brother, don't have the right to care about my own sister's life?" ask Al seriously.

Quen was silent and lowered for a moment. "I didn't have any doubts about him at all. He was kind, loving and loyal, but the more I got confused. I find it hard to make peace with my heart, brother."

"What's wrong? Tell brother."

"But what? You said the obvious, Queen!" al asked impatiently.

"Beginning to know him once told me that he would be faithful to wait for his ex-wife to come back under any circumstances for the sake of Axel's son brand, and this afternoon I saw his ex-wife meet him at Axel school, I thought to pick him up, seeing Novita pleading to Aditya, I went home..." Quen dropped his tears and could no longer continue his sentence.

Feeling pity, Al meraiu Quen in his arms while continuing to stroke the back of his sister's head.

He draws his own conclusions based on Quen's story, Aditya cares more for his sister than his ex-wife, but from Quen's ambiguity he can also feel that he does not want to damage the integrity of the family. Even the doubt to step also for the sake of prospective stepchildren in order to stay alive with both biological parents intact.

"You're patient, aren't you? Now what do you want? Restrict Aditya, or release him?" ask Al gently.

"I don't know, what you should do. If I continue for sure his ex-wife will continue to disturb us, if I take off, how is it? The invitation was widespread and I didn't get married to our family name at stake" Quen said, upset while hitting Al's chest.

Al did not comment, everything Quen said was true. He hugged Quen even more and calmed her down.

"Quen, do you know anything?"

"What?"

"You better regret what you didn't do than what happened."

"What's the big brother?"

"Try pondering! You doubt you're married to Aditya because his ex-wife has brought him back. If you continue, do you calm down? Prepare you to share a husband? Even if you get divorced those who don't know still think you're the third woman. But, if you undo the true good name of our family, that's at stake. But, it is only a word from the lips-to the lips, will not torment your mind, no hurt and jealousy, he said, indeed, all of this is a risk and you need to remember that your decision today will continue to have an impact on your future life."

Quen silently thought the advice of his brother was right, but8 he did not until the heart was selfish as it was reflected in the faces of papa mama and his grandparents alternately smiled at him, but he did not, will he repay their kindness with hurt and shame?

Quem grew sobbing in Al's arms.

"Have it, don't cry anymore, huh?" al said as he wiped Quen's tears.

Quen nodded and went into his room.

Likewise with Al he went into his room to see Nayla, it was neat or not, because, soon Clara will arrive.

"Nay, are you ready, honey?" al asked as soon as he saw his wife was dressed neatly, just to pigtail his daughter's hair.

Nayla just quietly did not answer other than to look for a moment at her husband.

"Bilqis play outside first, huh? You can, you go down the stairs carefully and hold it dear," said Nayla as soon as she finished tying her two daughters hair.

Cheerfully the boy came out of the room and went down the stairs.

"What's wrong with you, Nay?" tanya Al approached towards his wife.

"You think, Mas. Just now what did you do with Quen?" nayla asked annoyed.

While Al was silent for a moment, he knew and understood that Nayla was a huge jealousy. But, was it worth it that he was jealous of Quen?

"I'll just calm him down, Nay. He was in doubt, "Al replied in a low tone.

"But why do we have to put on hugs, Mas? Can't you just speak ordinary? I'm your wife, there's just me you're brave like that what if there wasn't me?" cetus Nayla with a slightly raised voice.

"Nay, lower your voice!" Al exclaimed in a flat tone.

"Why? You're afraid your sister knows? He is just your adoptive brother, so that he knows himself and understands the boundaries are not appropriate for him to hug such adoptive brothers, siblings if they are adults will not be so," said Nayla increasingly raised.

"Day!" Al loudly exclaimed, his mouth began to growl from the look of his eyes that were getting sharpened, his face also looked red and his hands were tightly clenched.

"What's? You're so much more concerned with her feelings than I am with your wife, Mas. Or maybe you actually like each other? Your Momy is also very visible how she treats me and Quen, she prefers Quen, right? Naturally, I was poorly educated, poor, widowed with a child of one social status not having, I was just a street person while Quen.... "

"Just Nayla, you don't always get into trouble!" Shouted Al while hitting the glass table in front of him until it broke.

Hearing the sound of things breaking spontaneously Quen got up and ran towards Al's tightly shut room.

"You don't get into trouble here, Nay. I'm from the small house, from childhood Quan only know I'm his older brother, not yet a year after I married you he just found out that I'm an adopted son because of Lyli, he said, what Momy Jeslyn did was nothing more than a thank you. You are still his son-in-law." Grumpy Al then out. He didn't want to lose control or hit a woman. During his time in Japan, he also just silently relented to the point that he rarely contacted Quen if not Quen chat first.

Lucky Quen did not hear their quarrel, because listening to music through the head phone. Along with the finished song Al hit the glass table until it broke.

Al came out without a care for the blood that was pouring on his hands. While Nayla she is shocked to see Al who can be that angry. He cried while covering his face with both hands between regret and feeling guilty for what he had done all along.

He realized he was too much. She was just too afraid of losing her husband as good as Al, because her marriage to her father Bilqis had failed because as KDRT, her ex-husband was cheating.

Nayla was still sobbing near her bed.

"Sister, what was the sound? Geez, Kaaak, that's your hand why is it bleeding so?" Quen looked panicked to the point that he bit the tip of his long sweatshirt sleeve. Walk back and forth between entering the room or down. And finally he pulled Al into his room, because he also had P3K in his canal.

"Sister, this is so bad, it has to be sewed," Quen said when he saw the wound that was quite deep and wide while cleaning the blood on his brother's hand.

"Yes, you sew, you exist, right tool?" answer Al with Cuek.

"I... Yes, there is. I injected you first, huh?" said Quen preparing the injection.

"What specialist majors are you studying?" al asked casually as if he did not feel the slightest pain from the start.

"Public doctor."

"Why do you take a specialist?"

"Cause, people who can not afford to just come to the general practitioner because it is cheaper. Unless there is no way and a new step to the specialist. Already, you don't talk much, it's enough four stitches just don't get water, huh?" quen said seriously.

Al only looked at his sister who looked panicked and worried over him.

Al grinned, feeling that Nayla would know that she was now in Quen's room. Whether idly, emotionally or feeling always accused by the wife, once Quen finished giving the stitches in his hand he grabbed the back of Quen's head and pecked his cheek for a short time.

Quen just kept quiet, because he used to be used to it, even forgetting that Al was his foster brother, because he was used to the lie that Al was really his brother. There is little resemblance to his father. It's just, he said his papa used to play boy, while Al he was very passive and cold as an iceberg.