Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 110

Al played the bullet in his crimson hand, left to swirl like his brain was thinking about things. While his right hand was busy pushing moise to and fro. Checking files and some documents.

Because he felt alone in handling three companies at once, Al hardly had free time, every opportunity he always used for work, work, and work only. Only when he was with his grandfather did he feel relaxed and completely rested. Seban, his grandfather is very sensitive. Whatever he was thinking at the time, he knew so, don't think about work if you are close to this one grandfather. His grandfather was a hard worker. But, seeing that his grandson was so busy, he did not like it either.

As Al was seriously staring at the monitor, suddenly the door of his room opened without a knock. Curious Al immediately turned to the door. Maybe he thought, who would dare to enter my room without my permission?

As soon as the door opened perfectly a girl stood wearing a plain white shirt and long, brightly colored jeans with a torn model on her knee and both thighs. He smiled sweetly with a tote back on his right shoulder while both hands hugged a map.

Her face is increasingly sweet with white glasses framing her face, and her hair is estimated to be dilated bebabas only part of the bangs just pinned back.

"Good day, Mr. Al. I'm here to apply for a job" said the girl.

Al looked at the appearance of the woman before him, he grinned when he saw her body that remained prominent as if it could not be hidden despite wearing a loose shirt. Unknowingly he was biting a small unun pen that had been played earlier.

"Here!" exclaim Al with eyes that are difficult to explain.

The woman sat in front of Al and handed him a map which she said contained a cover letter. But. After Al tried the check it wasn't. The results of this week's bookkeeping in construction.

Al smiled satisfiedly, besides everything was right, the results were also neat.

"You did this?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, right. Who do you trust to do this? Nothing, right? Can I apply for a job here?" ask the girl.

Al smiled obliquely and then smashed some files from inside the map onto the head of the girl in front of him.

"I'm afraid I don't pay you, which is clear, you don't want to be paid like other employees, right?"

The girl rolled her eyes. "I have my grandfather's permission, and he has allowed me. He even agrees, you know."

"Then, what about your education?"

"All I prioritize. Education for ideals and sinu with all my heart help you, so that you do not get old before the time" said the woman with a laugh.

Al watched the woman in front of him for quite a while, until he subconsciously crept his body closer to the table and was about to grab the woman, just having his lips pressed against her cheek, a phone call from his assistant read.

"Hello," said Al with an annoyed look.

"Hello, sir. Your wife wants to see you."

"Let him in my room." Al put the algae in place, he quickly tidied up his shirt and the papers were a little scattered by his own actions.

Then, before Nayla entered, she acted quietly while leaning on her swivel chair.

"Are you asking Alex for permission? And does he authorize you?"

"Oh, obviously. Alex is an understanding husband. Even I came here was his proposal. About bookkeeping, also his idea. So, because, if I just whine about forcing myself to help you, obviously you'll reject me outright. If you knew the results like this, you'd think twice, right?" quen said with a triumphant smile.

Al held his head and chose to laugh. Suddenly the door was knocked from the outside, it was clear who came the two brothers had guessed it, he was Nayla.

"Lake in!" al answered while looking at the papers in his hand. Bahakan, his lips still slightly left a smile at that moment.

"Quen, you think you're here?" greet Nayla as soon as the door of Al's room opens.

"Yes, I applied for a job with Mr. Al," Quen replied with a laugh.

Nayla did not take this seriously, thinking it was just a joke. He opened a box with lunch.

"Quen, let's have lunch together!" take Nay to his sister-in-law.

"You eat, I'll eat at home. Sir, don't forget to call me if I'm welcome to work here" Quen said, leaving the room.

In the room, Al and Nayla were left alone. And again the woman did not respond so much to Quen's words. Because he still thought what Quen said just now was just a joke.

"Who's grandpa's house, Nay?" al asked without taking his eyes off the paper that Quen had brought.

"There was Hanifah and Alex there, Mas. Why?" ask Nayla.

"Yes, later if there's no one don't stay grandpa, huh? I pick him up when I'm busy. Tell him that loneliness is remembered by Andreas' late grandfather and grandmother."

"Yes, Mas. I understand, really." Nayla's hand touched Al's cheek and looked at the busy face with the file in her hand gently.

"It's okay, Mom. I understand, really." Nayla leaned her head against Al's chest and tightly hugged the body of the man she loved so much.

"Thank you, huh?" al answered while rubbing Nayla's back.

Shortly afterwards there was another sound of knocking from outside. At first, Al thought it was Quen. Intentionally knocked on the door knowing there was an brother in-lawnua inside.

"Come in, aja," said Al casually.

Once the door opened not Quen, but Jevin, one of the staff in the garment office who now also Al who manages it.

"What's up, Vin?" al asked a little awkwardly and a bit away from Nayla.

"I want to give you this report. Sir. The results of this week's bookkeeping," said Jevin slightly glanced at me towards Nayla. Then immediately the man begged to come out.

Nayla was still silent and acting normal, because, he did not remember that he was the man he had hit and also in the man's car, he had mistakenly entered thinking about the online taxi he ordered.

"Mas, I'm back first, huh? Kasian grandfather if later Hanifah leaves, Alex also seems to be busy correcting the results of his murits.

"Yes, be careful, huh?" al looked and smiled at Nayla.

After exiting Al's room, Nayla meets Jevin again. At first the woman greeted with a slight smile while nodding. But the man even mocked him.

"You're Al's girlfriend, huh? Kasian mr. Al. Young handsome pinter tastes like a tarried girl like you," said Jevin.

Nayla glared, she could not stop thinking if her husband's staff there were very rude so. But, Nayla was quickly able to control her emotions. She soon realizes that the man in front of her does not know that she is the wife of the son of the owner of the company where she works.

"Indeed why? The important thing is that he truly loves me and can accept all my shortcomings. Indeed, the man who likes to insult and hurt the woman is actually a gig guy whose status in office he works not very high. Same with Al." Nayla laughed stifledly after saying those scathing words then hurriedly left.

"Hey, I know where your house is, not GR first, who knows he likes you because something is coming from you?" jevin yelled, not accepting.

But, Nayla did not pay attention to it, she was even more curled up. What do you see from me?I am a poor widow with one child. Even if it wasn't for his help, I would have been a vagabond wouldn't be what I am today. Inner Nayla.

He finally left the place. A place where she is better known as the girlfriend of her own husband. Because in addition to the wedding used to be held on a small scale, Al is also a type of guy who is cold and indifferent to girls and female staff. To the extent that no one dared to approach him. Because, once the incident one of the sfaf tried to seduce him firmly Al refused so as to make him embarrassed and give a sense of deterrence first to those who just want to try it. Different from his papa. It used to be a famous play boy.

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Arriving home, Quen found the atmosphere of the house very quiet and calm.

slowly he stepped into his grandfather's room, apparently the grandfather also came home. While Bik Yul seems to clean is the refrigerator and rearrange it to be neat.

Finally he went upstairs to the room, on top of Alex who seriously corrected the results of the student's repetition.

Quen deliberately silent does not greet her husband who is busy, she also beds on the bed. But, until fifteen minutes Alex remained unmoved in his place, Quen who was annoyed at being taken away, he got up to hug Alex from behind.

"Sir, is that as busy as you? Until you let your wife do this?"

Alex was surprised. He looked back and held onto Quen's two arms that were running around his neck.

"Darling, are you home? When did you enter the room?"

"Fifteen minutes ago. Oh, I know. You're too busy to realize I'm in the room, if I'm another woman and you don't deserve me how?"

Alex smiled faintly, pulled the Quen plan behind him and carried him into his lap.

"I am a man. What can women do to men, hemb?" alex said as he looked up at Quen's face as his hands clenched at the girl's waist.

"Who knows, Lex? don't do it, donk!" quen Protest.

"You just didn't take it because I was just imagining it, did you? Just say!" alex said with a smile.

Quen silently watched her husband from a close distance. The holding of Alex's face which for him is getting more beautiful. Her reddish white skin, neatly trimmed brown hair, and, as well as a charismatic smile showing off a row of white and neat teeth and thick eyebrows made Quen anxious to pinch the man's cheeks and stick his nose on Alex's pointed nose.

"I love you my husband" whispered Quen.

Alex closed his eyes, enjoying Quen's soft touch and breath, which blew his body.

"I love you so much too, wishing only death would separate us."

"I hope so too."