Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PATR 83

After checking and giving certain drugs Quen explained to Novita so that Aditya was not too stressed. Yeah, he knows what the cause is. But this time he was in charge of checking it out. Although it was ridiculous for him to convey this to his brother-in-law.

"Silver can invite him to chat, look for busyness together for example refreshing and sports. Or yoga is better" Quen said, glancing at Alex.

"Yes, I'll try. Thank you, Quen."

Quen simply nodded and smiled wryly. Then he approached Alex to take a break.

Finding Aditya's condition getting worse and his behavior getting crazier, Quen felt he was not safe if he continued to be together in the room. He suggests Alex go home first from them.

"Lex, sorry instead of me ruining the atmosphere of your togetherness, it would be nice if we return to Indo early. If you want to come here, we can take a vacation or leave and certainly not with them." Slowly and carefully Quen expressed his intentions.

Alex just kept quiet he understood he still missed both his parents. But, Quen is also uncomfortable if you have to house with Aditya who is increasingly insane.

"We go to sleep first, yuk! We're talking saka tomorrow," Alex persuaded as he lined his right chest to sleep with Quen.

Without answering, Quen also obeyed, initially much he thought, but, a moment later by smelling Alex's scent and sticking to his chest he fell asleep too finally.

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Al and Vico approach the red ferrry car. Looks like Papa Vano just called someone. He turned off a call and put the flat object back in his shirt pocket. A smile also seemed to adorn the lips of the forty-year-old man.

"al, Vico. You guys here already? Come inside!" Vano's orders when he realized the two people he was about to pick up were already standing in front of the car door.

Al sits in the front, while Vico is in the back jog.

"Who's the new phone, Pah?" tanya Al while putting her seat belt on.

"Quen, sister. Ask your own prihal. Papa said it's off but, papa hasn't seen you yet." The car engine was turned on and began to drive away from the parking lot of Soekarno Hatta airport.

An hour later Al and Vano arrived home because they had previously delivered Vico first before Vano invited him to stop by. But the young man refused with his seat the reason would not bun bertrmu Lyli in a messy condition.

Padahak in private jey Al he can take a bath and do any kind of treatment. Well, maybe he is also tired and wants to rest comfortably on a mattress in the house.

"Sleepy kok? Mama where's Pa?" ask Al. His mother was wanted, not his wife. He is a type of guy who is neat in keeping secrets, especially those that smell with feelings. No one is aware of his attitude. For them, Al is a filial child and not ready to grow up. It's just as good to be with mom as Quen. But, Quen was more spoiled on her and her papa.

"There's in Grandma's room probably with Nayla," Vano jawan as he folded his shirt's arms up to the elbow.

It just so happens that there is Lyli. He asked the girl to bring her suitcase into his kama, while he just walked into his grandmother's room.

Al slowly opened the door of the room worried that his grandmother was resting. Apparently not, they were sitting three and I don't know what the Obrolkan brand is about.

"Grandmother, how are things, you?" tanya Al squatted Vivian and kissed her cheeks. Then, do the same thing pupa to mama Clara.

And, a little lazy as his eyes looked at Nayla. Because in front of his mother and grandmother alone, he forced himself to hug and kiss Nayla's forehead.

"You okay?" tanya Al is just a stale. But, the moment the two eyes met, a sense of pity on the girl re-emerged. Even the advice of his mother yesterday also began to ring in his ears.

Yes, Al realized he married this woman starting from compassion, then wanted to protect make her happy and grow that love. But, after a few months of marriage, Nayla was angry. And the funny thing is, he hates jia he's close to his own sister Quen. Kan, weird.

"Yes, I'm fine, Mom. I miss you." Nayla uses the situation to lean on the chest of Al's midwife. Because he felt that Al was just playing a show when he hugged and asked him the news just now. Before this moment was missed.

"Al, you rest. Let mama accompany grandma, ok?" said Clara who was happy to see her son was back with his wife.

As soon as the door closed and convinced that they were far away from Vivian's room, Vivian began talking to Clara about her two grandchildren.

"Ra, do you need to tell Quen to keep a little distance from Al?" vivian.

Vivian smiled looking at Clara's expression. Then, stroking his hair. "See. Even though you're old and almost granddaughter your attitude is still the same as it used to be, easily ignited emotions, also stubborn."

"Well, that's it, mama...." Clara wiped the sweat that soaked her forehead.

At that time Lyli was about to deliver porridge for Vivian to her room and also orange juice for Al. But, Al had left her grandmother's room with Nayla in a position still hugging Nayla's waist.

Lyli who was overcome with emotions she could not say anything. "How can it be so good as the relationship? Didn't Vico say Mas Al only contacted Mom and Dad? Then, why is it that suddenly with Nayla there's no problem?"chirps Lyli in the heart.

Arriving at kamae Nayla back close Al. It was as if the woman would not take it off again.

"You really miss me, don't you?" ledek Al half laughed.

"Even over a month you've been hating me, Mas. I'm so sad, so lucky to be living here with such a kind-hearted in-law or I won't take it anymore."

"What have you thought of your mistake? Al said back with his serious face.

"Mas, you take a break, maybe you're tired. What do you want to drink let me get you?" nayla asked, switching the conversation.

"Enough water only from the refrigerator," said Al while pulling his tie loose and taking off his top two shirt buttons and laying down on the mattress.

Nayla thought about asking about a few months at the beginning of her marriage when she deliriously told Al directly so as not to cause any problems and she could make peace with Quen in her heart but, instead, she, fear of Al's anger enslaved him again and again held back for many years. He began to feel that what Lyli said was all a lie. But, what was the purpose of the girl lying to him? Isn't he close to this family? But, if yes, why remain with the name Miss to Quen being on Al why should it match her? What's the matter?

Unknowingly Nayla was already standing in front of the kitchen refrigerator. Even without seeing it he felt a sharp gaze from Lyli towards him.

"Haaah, from the beginning he did not like me, why should I trust him? I'm so stupid. I will wait to find the truth myself, let time be answered. What is the relationship between Mas Al and Quen other than the brotherhood." Inner Nayla.

"This is Mas, drink it." Nayla shovels a bottle of cold drink to Al and sits next to Al so close that there is no distance.

"Look, you look skinny, doesn't my mama feed you well?" al said unknowingly he was the one who did not pay attention for almost two months well to his wife.

"Ask your mom, dare not?" tantan Nayla held back the laughter even though her heart felt uneasy with Al's words. But, at least with him back, it was enough to make a joke.

"Let me ask Mama later, I'll be mad at her if I let my wife go hungry."

Nayla was finally unable to hold back her laughter. He laughed so hard that he covered his mouth with both hands. "Basic, you're making me skinny!" For him.

"May I ask what makes you hate and jealous of Quen?" back with those sharp eyes, Al looked at Nayla.

"Mas, do you believe it or not, the person who deliriates during sleep is honest? What is in his heart and mind?"

"Yes clear. They won't lie donk. Why?"

"You've been delirious, ma'am."

Al furrowed his two eyebrows until they intertwined. "About what?" ask Al seriously.

By god Nayla actually has been determined to keep this problem in the heart and will not bring it out, including to Al Semdiri. But in that way, he was sick to himself. And even Quen's first words when he came here were always ringing in his ear.

'Brother, Nay, you're the first woman my brother loves, are you? Although once close and almost fiancee with other women kal Al is not in love. Just compulsion.'

'Oh, huh? Did ya? I thought my brother was playing boy.'

'A'n't. She's kind. You know him, he's close to you now.'