Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 60
"Oh my goodness, Clara... Long time no see you want to ghost!" sounds coming out of the smart phone.
"Kan Al also married three years ago, Ren," replied Clara, sitting on a garden swing. Her fingers were busy playing with her hair.
"What, it's been three years? Why are you hiding the wedding? Three years of marriage you must have been a grandmother, huh?" say that voice again.
"Yes, Al deliberately did not want to throw a party, only ijab qobul aja small-kilan tasyakuran. As for the child, Al doesn't have his own, but he has a stepson from his wife" Clara replied, explaining.
"What's? The handsome widow's wedding? Gee whiz... Ra, you know what I'm doing, hahahaha." Eren's laughter exploded, he was truly sorry for Al who was married to the Widow.
"How else, Ren. His name is also soul mate who knows, right. Rich you have a crush on my half-sister, but marry my cousin" Clara replied with a laugh. And followed by the sound of laughter by Eren from across.
"I'm living in Australi, Ra. Tau it let me in Indo alone, get close to Al so as to be my daughter-in-law. Kan, just Hanifa, is the age difference between Quen and just a year, right?" lamented Eren.
"Hahaha, you know, Lusi and Reza also said that, why would Al not want to be with Alenta, instead choose a widow. Alenta is pretty close to us, right? His son is friendly, his mother is not rich" said Clara.
"Wait on! Do you think Reza and Lusi's company is safe for you?" ask Eren.
"You doubt my loyalty?"
"No, but Reza? Then how does Lusi feel?"
"Ren, come on it's been a long time, we're both old. So there will be no such massage" said Clara.
"Darling, are you home? It's just Clara's ngobroo. Do you want to talk to him?" eren said as soon as he saw her husband coming.
Soon the voice that greeted Clara changed men. Yeah, he's Hans, his cousin's brother. The nephew of his late biological father who he only knew from his photos.
"Clara, how are you and Vano?" that voice sounded tired from work.
"I'm fine, brother. When will sister. To Indo?" clara asked in the tone of a child who spoke to her father, or her older brother. I don't know. Although he is also close to Andrean, but, still his closeness will not be able to exceed the blood.
"Quen's wedding when, anyway? Ra?" asked the man as he grabbed the bulfoin and the calendar standing on his desk.
"It's less than five days, brother. It's been getting busy, organizing home decorations, events in the back garden alone More spacious," said Clara.
"Yes, the day after I Eren and Hanifa are going to Indo. I'll be there before the day, H, ok?" hans was comforting.
"Ok, yeah, sister just rest first, just came home from work, must be tired, right?" clara then ended her call.
Clara returned to the living room watching the decorator decorate the room in such a way. While Quen was still in school, he did not take a day off, at home he would not do anything, the dress and all his needs were ready, his master's people arranged.
"Wed newlyweds aren't allowed to take a day off, first?" greet Gea when she sees Quen coming into the classroom.
"Later, dong, it's his holiday if the moon is hony," replied Quen sambio laughing. In the heart of the girl cussed, hony moon whatan, marriage is not sure he.
Shortly after the lecturer had entered their room, automatically, the previously very rowdy room was immediately silent.
About fifty minutes of class time. The students had already collapsed, as well as Quen and Gea had already left the classroom.
Arriving at the gate, Quen sees his brother's red jaguar car, at first hesitating, but, upon seeing the license plate number turns out to be correct.
He thought, why is his brother here? Is it to pick himself up? Tumben once, right? The girl muttered in her heart.
Gea watched her best friend who stopped while observing the maroon sports car, out of curiosity, she asked. " Quen, what did you see?"
"It was like my brother's car" Quen replied.
"Try samperin!" Gea Seru.
Quen also observed the left and right of the road and crossed. And sure enough, Al immediately lowered the window and asked his sister to come in.
Without hesitation, Quen opened the door beside the steering wheel and sat down. "Tumben brother pick me up, what's up?" quen asked with a laugh.
Al did not answer, instead he turned his body towards Quen, whether he was an adult, or long time did not meet, suddenly Quen became nervous.
"Sister, what do you want to do?"
"We're going to the airport to pick up Momy Jeslyn, you're wearing her seatbelt, okay?" al said as he reached for the seat belt on Quen's right.
"You just ask me to wear it, I can put it myself, keles," said Quen, turning his face to the window.
"Hay, bride-to-be, why is your face so pale? Isn't it natural for you to get hugs and kisses from me, huh? Or because three years didn't you kiss me you're embarrassed?"
Goda Al chuckles.
"No, brother. We're both adults, who don't know, if we think we're doing weird things in the car, or later." replied Quen
Al found Quen's face paled, making him think that his sister had done something with Aditya.
"Quen, face here!" al command.
With hesitation Quen. She looked up at her sister, "What's wrong?" tanyakanya.
"You were so scared just now, you did that, huh?" ask Al in doubt.
"Yes, you were once with me, brother."
"With Aditya?"
Quen nodded with certainty.
"I swear to God, my whole life up to this moment, I've only done it once with you."
"Did Aditya know you're not Virgin anymore?"
"I don't know, but, as I know, not all virgin girls bleed when they have a relationship, but even today, a virgin is not a top priority for a medical child, right? I don't care if after the first night he divorces me" Quen replied confidently.
Al know, Quen does not want to marry Adit is not the talk of this problem, but, about him and his ex-wife.
"Here you go, don't be sad, sorry brother, huh?" al said feeling guilty as he stroked the back of Quen's head.
"Have it, isn't it just once and for a long time, it definitely won't get caught, will it?" quen said with a laugh.
Al also turned on the engine and drove his car towards Soekarno Hatta airport to pick up his birth mother Jeslyn from Singapore who will attend Quen's wedding.
As he and Al waited for Jeslyn at the pick-up spot, he saw a familiar figure dragging a suitcase across in front of him.
"Damelene!" Quen yelled at the woman.
The woman turned to Quen and spread her smile. "Quen, are you here? Why?" ask Helena kindly.
"It's me and my brother picking up Momy, where are you from?" quen asked kindly. In the past, when their High School was like an enemy.
"I've just been on vacation from Singapore, huh."
"Is anyone picking you up?"
"Nothing, my dad's busy today, you must know that, right?" answer the woman.
"Sister, Helena can do it, right? He's a fan of hers" said Quen pleading with his brother.
"Quen, don't bother, I can just take a taxi" Helen said.
"it's okay, the car fits, you're behind me, okay?" said Quen.
The four of them finally headed to the car park and delivered Helena first.
"Don't see ya, Qeun. Listen, you went to the doctor's school yesterday, huh?" ask Helena to start the conversation.
"Yes, I've graduated and this is still in professional school, just on assignment, do you know where, Helena?"
"From Alex, you're one university, right?"
"Oh, still in touch with him, huh?" ask Quen.
"That's just friends, Quen. Not more. Listen from her you're not married to a doctor's lecturer, are you?"
"Yes, you came? This I love the invitation, but there is no rigid name, there," said Quen, offering a green invitation zambrut d decorated with gold ribbon to make the invitation look luxurious and elegant.
Helena accepted the invitation gladly, reading that there were Quen and Aditya's names there. Di dikaya and the girl were surprised, "Good heavens! You're married this week?" the girl was surprised.
"Hahaha, yes, you came, huh? Besides your papa also received an invitation from my papa, you can be present with your family, Helena," Quen said.
The two girls were busy chatting in the back seat without realizing helena's house was already a few meters away.
"Eh, wait, wait! It seems like my house is too late, brother." said Helena felt sorry for Al.
"Loh, yeah, huh? Yeah, wait around, which one's the house?" al asked softly and very charismatic.
"After this house, brother. Well, this is my house, daaa?" said Helena who did not go straight in even though the gate had been opened by her maid, she saw Al and Quen's car in front of the fence.
After the car was no longer visible from his view, he went inside and immediately rested. Because it happened that his house was deserted, his parents were still both spelling.
"Miss Helen, do you want to eat something?" ask Helena's housemaid who has worked so long that it becomes her family's trust.
"As for Auntie, I'll take a shower first, Bi," replied Helena and then moved into her room.
After bathing Helena came out to the dining table with the towel still wrapped around her head, she smelled the distinctive aroma of soup from the kitchen. Because of kangen with home cooking, the girl went to the kitchen to see what was cooked. Apparently the Auntie cooking meatballs fish and vegetables cesim is indeed a favorite of Helen.
"Is it ripe, the meatballs?" ask Helena.
"A moment, yes, Non. just wait at the dinner table, soon to be ripe for aunt to get there," said the woman in her forties who was a little stretchy but clean-skinned.
Helena also complied. He sat back in his chair and played his car, and soon his phone rang, a call came from his mother.
"Hello, Ma" the woman replied, gluing the flat object to her ears and cheeks.
"Helena, have you arrived at the airport, honey?" the voice said worried.
Helena hit her own eel, how she forgot to tell you she was a friend earlier.
"I'm home, Ma. Sorry I forgot to hang out, I just met an old friend and kept talking, Ma."
"Oh, huh? Who's she?" ask mama.
"He was a high school friend, you don't know yet" replied Helena.
"Ok, yes already, mama want to miting first baby, you happy resting huh?"
"Ok Ma's..."
Simultaneously, the aunt who had prepared lunch had come with a tray containing a sprinkling of baso and chili sauce for Helena.
"Thank you, yes Bi," said the girl. While tasting the taste of the sauce.
Because it was still hot, the girl massaged waiting for him to get a bit cold. He said Alex was at home at the moment.
["Hay, lex, what are you doing? I'm home, nih."] Helena wrote.
Shortly after, his phone clinks. A reply from Alex he received.
["Let's go home from the gym. How long will you be home?"] reply from the man.
"Not knowing that I was at the airport meeting Quen and his brother, he gave me a ride, and an invitation. You can too, right? We're coming together, aren't we?" reply Helena.
"Ok, I'll come before the Ijab Qobul event. I wanted to see his happiness then" Alex replied.
"So morning, donk? Why not just the night at the reception?"
"It's okay, you're so bereng no?"
"Well, I'm with my mommy on the night of the reception, because my dad works at his family's company,"
"Yes, I'll pull it first." Alex ends his chat with Helena who is also his ex in the past.
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"Lyli, you see, when this whole big family gets together, it's very crowded, but it's still Quen's center of attention, huh?" nayla told Quen.
"The brand got together because of Miss Quen's wedding, yes, obviously, so attention, it's weird about Nayla," Lyli said.
"Yes that's not it, anyway. As if my whereabouts were not considered, even my real in-laws lean more towards Quen than towards me who is his daughter-in-law." Nayla.
"You wanna be the center of attention, huh? Here I help." Lyli deliberately spilled cooking oil on the floor just below Nayla's feet, then pushed the woman with a fit of anxiety to make her fall and scream.
"Yeah, Toloooong!" his yell. He grimaced in pain when he fell down, lucky not to kesleo or broken bones.
"Lyli, what are you doing?" whispered Nayla growled, eager for her to grab this assistant house.
"Wait a minute, later your desire to be the center of attention will also be granted," Lyli replied with a chuckle.
And rightly the same, everything in the living room rushed into the kitchen upon hearing Nayla's screams.
"Geez, Nayla, what's wrong with you?" Clara asked, hurriedly and almost fell down as her feet stepped on the cooking oil.
"Why is the floor slippery, Lyli?"
"I accidentally spilled cooking oil, Mom. Mbak Nayla was taking a pel but fell instead" replied Lyli.
"Al, I take Nayla to the room, let her rest first, you accompany her first" Clara ordered her son.
"Well, Ma," Al helped Nayla to her feet, had her arms tied to her shoulders and led her away from the kitchen, slowly, she climbed the stairs.
"Your legs didn't sprain, did they, Nay?" Vano asked as he examined his right ankle and left foot which did not have any problems.
"No, Mas. Sorry, yeah, I'm getting nicotine," Nayla said, putting on a guilty look.
"It's okay, it's just a prick. Next time you're careful, huh? yeah you take a break, I'll get an email from the company." Al went to his desk in his room.
Just try Nayla did not experience this incident, Surely Al will not check his email because it is not preoccupied with the business of decoration and problems that are experienced by Quen. lucky Nayla did not realize it, Nayla did not realize it, so he just kept quiet and obeyed without having to fight again.