Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 93
The glare of the afternoon sun pierced through the window piercing the still-covered netra of Quen. He opened his eyes slowly. Alex no longer has his place. He slowly checked the bathroom. But, empty. He slowly moved out of the room. Simultaneously he opened the door standing Alex with a white apron on his almond while both hands carrying a tray containing pancakes with pieces of strowberry and kiwi doused with honey and a large glass of warm milk. Maybe it's milk for pregnant women.
"Alex!" Quen covered his mouth with both hands he stared at the man in front of him. This is not the first time for this woman. But, every time Alex makes a dish, Quen always feels moved and I don't know. A kind of self-pride of getting a handsome husband, loving him and a cook.
"I know, in the early tri smester pregnant women will not like rice. I hope you and our baby over there like this, huh?" said Alex.
Quen shifted his body giving Alex access to pass through.
Alex starts cutting the pncake and stabbing it with a fork and then feeding it to Quen.
"Hows it? Is this good enough?" ask Alex attentively.
"When have I ever disliked your cooking, Alex?" quen said with a smile.
As the two were joking, Alex's phone suddenly rang. He saw the contact listed there, it turned out to be a phone from Helena.
"Helena," said Alex, looking at Quen with a shy and uncomfortable expression.
"Let's just!" Exclaimed Quen who is still cool with pancakes made by her husband.
With doubt and discomfort, of course, Alex raised the call with the louspeker.
"Hallo, what's up, Len?" answer Alex in a flat tone.
"What are you doing? Are you busy today?" voice the girl in the call.
"What's up? Is anything important?" alex asked, looking forward to ending the call.
"Him? My wife is eating. Two hard meals lately."
"If you're not busy, can you come out for a minute. I'm on the street in front of your house. I want to take you somewhere. There are some great dress choices. I need your opinion, can you choose it for me?" helena said frankly.
Quen who heard the babbling of her ex-boyfriend's girl suddenly slowed her chewing.
He stopped the plate and ran to the toilet. Suddenly he felt nauseous knowing that women failed to move on from a married ex and no longer wanted it but still hoped and tried to seduce.
"Helena, if that's what you need to say, ok the answer is I can't. I'm accompanying my wife." Alex turns off the phone and goes after Quen.
"Quen, are you okay?" alex asked, panicking at the sound of his wife's mutant voice and the bathroom door locked from the inside.
Shortly after, the bathroom door opened. Quen put on a guilty face and said, "Sorry, the pancakes are all out... It's not unusual to be detained. This isn't what I want."
Alex pulls Quen into his arms. "Are you sick of hearing Helena?"
Quen smiled in Alex's forgery. In his heart he murmured indeed this man who understood him best after his father and brother. It's only natural that he still has a sense of love despite years of separation and no longer together. And maybe this is also why the reason Helena was so shameless as to risk her pride asking for the choice of a dress on a married man.
"On campus there must be a lot of students who caper with you, right?" quen said in a somewhat angry tone.
"I told you I was married. You know my wallpapers hp lock screen is also a photo at our wedding. Same in the wallet."
"I trust you, if you betray me, I'll kill you!" That sentence again and again Quen always said to Alex.