Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 75

Nayla waits for Al's return in the living room until he is sleepy. In fact, sometimes he fell asleep for a few minutes and then woke up again. I don't know how many times Nayla was awake. The wall clock between the photos of the family and the wedding mertunaya already showed at half-two in the morning, but, the signs of Al's arrival did not yet exist. Nayla almost gave up, she was going to her room. But, he snarled when he heard the sound of the gate being opened. Immediately he headed to the half-running window and peeked at the curtains. A red jaguar has been seen driving into the garage. Sure enough, it's the husband's car, Mas Al.

Nayla begins to suspect, because. This morning her husband left alone with her father-in-law, but, her father-in-law had been back since four in the afternoon. Then, what's up until half-hour two in the morning? Where's she?

Nayla took a few steps forward to grab the doorknob and open the door for the person she had been waiting for. Al looked surprised, wasn't this already early in the morning? Nayla should have slept.

But, this woman insisted on waiting for him.

"You're home, Mom?" greet Nayla with a forced smile.

Al did not answer but rather with a lazy look and avoided his wife. He didn't go to his room with Nayla. Go to the reading room.

"Mas, wait a minute, Mas!" Nayla half-runs against Al's wrist. "You've been a little weird these days, where you've been even where I as your wife don't know. Numbers are also always inactive, you're this why, Mas?" nayla's eyes began to water wet. But as hard as the woman can hold him.

Al's heart actually felt pity and could not bear to see the woman he loved had to grieve to let out tears because of it. But, he did it for the good of his wife so as not to be too possessive. For he did not want a cold war between his sister and his wife if Quen knew the cause of his quarrels all along.

Al took a deep breath and exhaled slightly harshly, "Nay, it's almost two o'clock, what are you doing here? Get some sleep, I still have something to do right now."

Without looking at the woman, Al opened the door violently and slammed it. It wasn't locked, but Z Nayla didn't dare to go in. Because, papa Andreas has advised besides Al, Vano he and his brother Andrean can not enter the study room. Because in it only contains important documents about the company that Vano handles from Andrean garment and construction. As well as Andreas's business which handled Al jet aircraft business.

But, so far only Quen has often been in and out of the room looking for papa, brother or one of his two grandfathers. He was very dear and spoiled by this family, as his name implies. He was treated like a princess.

Heartbroken Nayla left the room to look at her room, looking at her daughter who had been asleep since eight. As for him, until dawn still can not sleep. Even though he forced it.

Only about four thirtieth of Nayla fell asleep, and flew at six o'clock in ten minutes.

Nayla immediately looked at the wall clock, knowing it was six o'clock, she immediately went to the mansi room to brush her teeth and wash her face. A little rushed the woman out of the room fussing over her husband's breakfast, but, just down the stairs, it was seen that her husband's red car had left the room. And also Lyli was seen carrying a tray from the rest of the breakfast at the dining table to the kitchen.

With a feeling of disappointment, sad all mixed up he stepped into the kitchen to help Lyli prepare breakfast.

"Barusan mas Al, is it my brother who left?" nayla asked a bit awkwardly. He shouldn't have asked if he did, that was Al. It's not that it will only make Lyli know that she has a problem with her husband. But, doesn't everyone in the house know? What is it covered for? Nayla thinks maybe so.

"Yes, he's going to New York to represent Miss Quen's family there, because, tomorrow, Alex's parents are going to have their wedding party back. And after that mas Al will go to Japan to take care of his project there. Maybe ten days he'll be back" Lyli replied.

Nayla could not think clearly, other than her life had not been collected one hundred percent, hearing Quen's name there the contents of her head felt boiling. But he tried hard to hold it. Lyli's words yesterday were quite spicy if it had to be repeated over and over to hear it or even more.

If he had not been so blinded by his jealousy, he would have been suspicious and interrogated Lyli, how could he be that his wife did not know, lyli, who is only a housekeeper, knows a lot about Al like a wife.

"Didn't Nay know, it?" lyli asked with a mocking smile.

Nayla bowed and only shook her head a few times.

"You are his wife, how can I know more about Mas Al. I'm just your maid, mbak Nay." said Lyli fishing.

"You've been working here for a long time, so it's only natural that you're close to family here" replied Nayla, unwilling to argue. He picked up some vegetables from the fridge and started cleaning them.

"That's it, then what about the real Quen the daughter of this family? Then why are you bullying him? You have to go to the penekeater like that, mbak. Something's broken with your brain tissue!" cetus Lyli growled.

"You don't know what I'm feeling, brother. If you were me, you wouldn't have been able to put up with all this, wanting to leave the Al mas I'm in love too. It doesn't matter if he's poor and has nothing, as long as I stay with him." replied Nayla.

"What's for? Because the whole house loves him? Mom and Dad are both single children, and have only one child, Miss Quen. Reasonable, right? And I don't think Al is considered an outsider either, he has the same rights as Miss Quen and even he's the successor to his grandfather's company. Where are there such foster parents? Be nice to your brother-in-law don't get into trouble with him." Lyli stopped the conversation and was busy with her work, because, young mistress had started to enter the kitchen. Do not let the debate between art and daughter-in-law known by him.

"What time do you wake up at this hour and it's almost all resolved?" clara asked because she looked over the chicken soup. The eggs and rice are also cooked.

"Hour half six, ma'am. Mas Al wokein I asked to make breakfast," replied Lyli.

"He just woke you up not even puffing up his mom and dad, the more mature the boy was getting more and more self-absorbed." cried Clara as she prepared the dishes. While Lyli and Nayla make tea and three cups of coffee for Andreas, Andrean also Vano.

'I, whose wife alone, was not built with her. Tau-tau is gone. Just watch out for you, Mas.' umpat Nayla in your heart.

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"Heh, come on up, come with me!" Al-Honoh managed to get into the room of his best friend, Vico.

Vico who was still soundly soundly asleep his body was shaken Al without mercy.

"Sduuuh bro! Where's your sense of thuggery? He said he had stopped being a mafia again, why behavior exceeds the ancestors of the mafia leaders, Al?" the man rubbed his two eyes which still felt sticky.

"You should pack in one more hour we'll fly New York." Al went outside after seeing Vico was completely awake.

On the porch of the front house Vico Al stood resting both his arms on the terrace while lighting a cigarette and enjoying it to ward off a fairly piercing cold.

Al continued to play the cigarette smoke in the air, as well as observing the puff-by-puff above his head.

He saw the watch, and he reached into the phone in his front pants pocket, scrolling a number and calling it.

"Hello, Honey. You're leaving already?" answer the female voice when the call is connected.

"Ma, I'm sorry Al hastily had to wake up Vico, not anything at all, afraid to disturb your rest." replied Al felt guilty.

"It should be okay, so, you went there with Vico? Please send our greetings and apologies to your sister's in-laws, dear."

"Yes, Ma, surely Al will deliver. Is papa in the office?"

"Here, about five minutes ago. Al, aren't you saying goodbye to your wife?" clara said in a very soft voice like a whisper.

"Yes, last night Al came home at half-time, he was waiting for me in the living room, but I ignored him, Ma. I went into the reading room and slept there."

"Say you love him, watch him, Al. Either way, she's your wife, "persuade Clara.

"Al was tired of that excessive nayla, Ma." Al saw the neghela breathing heavily and deeply.

"You need to remember, you can't stay this way forever, she's your wife. Don't just get a divorce between you. Fix it, mutual introspection, you don't get tired of advising him, do you, baby?" clara said softly.

"Good, Ma. Thanks though. Yeah, Al saw Vico first, yeah. Uda finished what he had not." the man turned off his cellular connection silently for a moment lowered his head while gently gazing at his two temples.

'Well, marrying the widow of one child I thought would be as mature and as handsome as you, Clara. Turns out I was wrong. He was very possessive and childish more than Quen. How can I move on this way?" batin Al with a small grin looked at the photo of his adoptive mother.

"I'm ready, Bro. Come on roar!" Shouted Vico from behind, it was enough to make Al who was daydreaming a little surprised. Immediately he pulled out his phone from the gallery and turned off the screen.

"Heh, why are you that cake? Shocked? Let's go to the airport now. Passports and all sorts of things are ready" Vico said with a smile as he dragged his small suitcase.

Lazily Al stepped up and threw a car contact on Vico while saying, "You're the one who drives away. I'm tired of sleep deprivation last night."

Vico laughed riddledly at Al. "Woy. Bro, you couldn't sleep last night because you were so late, so tired of fantasizing about making love to mam...."

PLAQUE!!!

Al slapped Vico's cheek hard and said, "you're gonna call it that."