Don't (Blame) Love
The Part 26

Nayla goes inside the house and gives her a carton bag

it was on Queen.

“Queen, I'm tiramisu tipping for papa and mama, huh? And this

there's a black forest for you at home. Just now, my employees came to deliver this,” Nayla said to the woman who still looks cool with her daughter.

“Kak Nay, why bother, anyway? Thanks, lo ya?” answer

Queen.

“No hassle, kok.”

“Ya already, because Al has been waiting, I say goodbye first, huh? Next time I'll come by here again, and you guys come home if

indeed, there is free time,” said Queen then left the place.

Queen half ran when she found the red car

he took her to work and lunch was parked beside the gate

prumahan Nayla's. He could already imagine, how the expression on the face annoyed the car owner.

Without further ado, the woman went straight inside.

After putting two cakes given by Nayla, she immediately leaned her body to hug and kiss the cheek of Al who seemed to put a flat face because upset had waited a long time.

Obviously Al was upset, almost half an hour he waited in

here, especially Queen did not seem to understand when she called the second one earlier. Because, guys are creatures who don't like to wait.

“Darling, don't get mad at that, dong. I wasn't direct

come out too because brother Nay asked me to wait for his masterpiece to come. He tipped something to give to mama,” said Queen seduce the man who was next to her.

But, Al did not budge at all. His view remains

straight ahead. Then start the car and drive it.

Feeling that his efforts were not working, Queen again said, “I

actually also knew that you first called me already in front of the security guard post. But, I can't possibly tell you about Nay and Bilqis either, right? I

you have to take care of their feelings. If they knew, they would think you still hate Nay's brother, Al.”

Al smiled slightly, showing off his row of white teeth

and neat. “You seem to be very familiar with him? Do you want me to re-marry her again, make her your honey like she used to be?”

“I'm good with her, nor should I go back to sharing a husband

dong, Al,” said Queen in annoyance then turned her face to face

window.

Al was still laughing, though not making a sound. It

watching wife. While at the red light, Al removed the belt

his safety. After all, the film glass is good, it will not be seen from the outside. It

leaned over Queen and kissed the woman.

“Already, don't get angry that way, I'm just kidding, kok,” said Al.

The Queen turned her head and faced her husband.

His eyes meet each other. About five seconds both of them were glued. Realizing the smile on her husband's lips, Queen thought that her husband was no longer angry.

“Al, you're not angry the same, me?” asked Queen hesitatingly.

“Of course not. How could I be angry too

long time you?” answer Al lightly. Then, he returned to his position and reattached his seat belt, before the green light came on.

“Did Diaz and Hanifah belong to him already

earlier, Sanyang?” tanya Al opened the conversation.

“Not yet. I didn't meet him just now. Said Gea, he

can night practice section.”

“How about before going to the house of mama we just deliver it first

this to their home?” proul Al's.

“Do you not mind?” Queen looked at her husband with

scrupulously.

“Of course not. After all, we are also unidirectional, right?”

“OK, alright!”

They both decided to go to Diaz's house

and Hanifah before picking up her daughter at their parents' house.

****

This afternoon, Clara

accompanying Berlyn his grandson who is learning to color while waiting for his siamese

coming home from the office. Now, every time Berlyn is here, a beak woman

the middle-aged prefer to ask all the helpers who work. Whole

the time, he used to accompany his grandson alone, while studying. It also

stay in the kitchen to do something. But, it's just a light one. Tally while teaching her little grandchild. To make him happy, but also not at risk.

“Daddy, for later tonight we cook what?” ask one

the woman he was about the same age as his daughter.

“What, yes Nja? You cook omelets, grilled salmon and balado

potatoes are just meat. A bit of cooking, huh? Later the children mother will also come here, to eat,” replied Clara.

“Good, Nyah.”

The woman named Anja went back to the kitchen.

While Calara, still patiently accompanied her granddaughter drawing and coloring.

“Berlyn drawing what?” clara asked, taking a closer look at the plain white picture paper, which was now full of carayon colors.

The girl cheerfully showed an almost perfect picture and stayed behind

that's. He smiled without moving his lips. It seemed that he hoped that, by showing the picture alone, his grandmother could already understand.

Clara watched degan sesksama. A few seconds later the smile on his lips fell wide.

“You're taking pictures of our entire extended family, honey? Then, which one are you?”

ask Caclara. While looking at that picture. While not perfect, this is good enough for results from a five-year-old.

Berlyn smiled as she pointed at the picture of the child a woman was holding. Their clothes are the same, only different colors, and the other one is on the bench by men.

“So, this is my friend Berlyn mama?” ask Clara again. He was amazed by the picture of his grandson.

There sat three men, and three women. The two people in the middle had held a small child, and that, was Berlyn and Clarissa. While others, obviously, papa, mama, grandpa, granny, ama and also his great-grandfather. With side of the flower plant. A cat and two tails

bunny.

“You're great, honey. Did you learn from Clarissa?”

The girl smiled, and gave her thumbs up. And start speaking the language

cues.

“Oh, your sister Clarissa is good at drawing? You too.just look at this, Nenenk can't draw this good.”

Later, Berlyn kissed her grandmother's cheek as an expression of her gratitude.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumssalam!”

exciting Clara. It turned out that her husband had arrived first. Al and Queen will arrive soon. “Berlyn was here first, huh? Grandma will open the door first, your grandfather has arrived. Maybe in a minute, your mom and dad will be here too. And we had dinner together.”

Little girl

that again and again just smiled and nodded at Clara.

Then, Clara

head to the main room and open the door. Two men were seen in

sana, who is none other than father Andrean and her husband, Vano.

“Where is Berlyn?” ask the two men almost simultaneously.

“He is in the middle room, learning to draw and color,” Clara replied.

As always, the most excited in this matter was their papa. Rapidly

Andrean went inside and approached his ccicit. Even if he's special, keep it

only, does not reduce the feeling of regret

with Berlyn. With Clarissa. Although he has never met once, he, Vano and Clara also often video call to keep feeling close even though they can not touch.

While Vano, he still chatted with his wife, occasionally hugging and kissing her. Age can be old. But not with their love. It still feels the same as before.

“Hallo, dear Berlyn! What are you doing?” greet Andrean's grandfather to his great-grandchild.

Seeing the arrival of his great-grandfather, the five-year-old boy immediately jumped for joy. He ran while his left hand carried a drawing paper and

the other hand carries one of the carayons.

“You drew what this is, so good, honey? Is your great-grandfather here too?” Andreas looked at his smiling great-grandson. Wide eyes and eyelashes

the lentic is really, making the little girl even more beautiful like an angel.

The girl smiled, and pointed to the picture of the man whose hair was entirely white. Smilingly. Instantly Andrean laughed. It's carry

the boy and took him forward, catching up with Clara and Vano.

“You guys, have you seen where your pictures are here? Look at! Berlyn has drawn us all!” exclaim Andrean.

liking and admiration. In fact, Clara also said to her granddaughter that she would make

frame for the work, and display it in the workspace of his grandfather and great-grandfather.

Without feeling the time is almost showing hit. But, Queen da Al still had not arrived.

“Honey, Al and Queen so come here mini mala, right? How have you not arrived yet? Dinner is almost ready. Try, you call them,” Vano told his wife.

Clara looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room. In her heart, she also confirmed the word of her husband. It's almost seven o'clock and they haven't

go home.

Clara answered her husband with a nod and then took her salary at the table

televisions. Then he contacted Al, thinking that his son was in the middle

overtime. Because, he knew, if Queen had chatted himself to inform him that he

nayla's house is waiting for Al to pick her up.

“Halo, Ma,” replied a woman from across there.

“Halo, Queen. You're with your husband, now?” ask Clara.

“Iya, Mother. This just came from Diaz's house earlier, giving souvenirs to them.”

“Oh, does he not schedule one with you?”

“Iya, no. So Al Ngajak stopped by for a while,” replied Queen.

“Oh, yes already, we are waiting for you. Hurry back,” said Calara.

“Iya, Mother. Maybe ten more minutes we will also arrive,” replied Queen, while glancing at her husband who is focusing on driving.

“Ya already, you guys be careful.” The call was also switched off. Clara was reunited

granddaughter, father and also her husband.

Temporal

the housekeeper's aunt looks pacing to prepare dishes at the dining table.

Around more

from five minutes, the bell rang. Clara immediately moved on

open door.

“That must be your mom and dad, Berlyn. Grandma take a look first, yeah?”

When Clara opened the door, she saw her daughter holding on to Al's arm

feet hurt.

“Why you, Queen?” clara asked while looking down.

“Blood him, Ma,” replied Al while picking up his wife. While Queen still grimacing while holding her right knee.

“Kok can? Sprained where?” ask Clara to panic.

“Don't know, it's right there, Ma. Just suddenly

sprained,” replied Queen while pointing towards the page.

Clara looked at the courtyard her daughter had pointed to. Then it was

looks to be frowning.

“Padala the road is flat. Did you accidentally step on

stone?”

“I don't think so, Ma. Yeah, maybe it's just apes, or

I'm the sloppy one.”

“Yes, already, come on in. You rub with massage oil first there.”

“Oh, yes, Ma. Here's a pouch for Mama from sister Nay.”

Queen gave her mother two bags at once. Because he thinks he will

opening and eating a cake from Nayla at her mother's house.

“Ma... ma Berlyn said while showing a picture of the results

his work on the Queen sitting in the living room. As for Al, he took the rubbing oil in the P3K box.

“What, is it, dear? Could you help me get here

Mama?” queen said, she kept trying to be calm and asked for her daughter

approached her so that Berlyn did not know that her legs hurt.

Excitedly, the boy ran towards his mother. And

showing his work.

Wow, that's great. One week you've been studying at.

your sister is this great. How about longer there?’’ Queen hugged her daughter, and was still in a sitting position.

“You want a drawing course, baby?” ask Queen

looking at her daughter with attention.

But, the little boy shook his head, and gave

cue, if he doesn't need a drawing course. He only does it when he wants. The only thing he likes is reading and writing.

“Oke, okay. Whatever Berlyn's ideals, mama will always support you.”

Shortly thereafter, Al returned from P3K storage

with rubbing oil in his hands, and also a small basin of ice cubes and washcloth. Without saying a word, the man sat down crouching under the Queen and took off the woman's shoes slowly.

“Ouch! Careful, Al.” Queen grimaced while closing

his eye.

“This I've been slow, honey. You hold it a little first, huh?’

the man lifted Queen's leg, put it on the sofa, then started

compressing it with ice cubes that he had put in a washcloth bag.

“Ma?” Berlyn looks panicked when she finds out that her mother is sick. Just what, what causes it,

he still doesn't know.

“Mama is okay, baby. Just sprain, later too

it'll be good, kok,” uca Queen comforts her daughter. But, apparently the boy was still not satisfied with what his mother had just said. His face still showed worry and panic to his mother.

Then, he pulled the sleeves of his papa shirt, and looked

with a question mark.

“Mama Just sprained, really dear. He's all right. Ye

don't panic, he's a doctor. Of course he will know how he is

who is now,” entertain Al while rubbing the tip of his daughter's head.

AL. How is Queen? Is she okay?”

ask Vano.

“It's okay, Pa.”

“Ya already, we are waiting for you at the dinner table,” said Vano.

Al looked at his wife. While Berlyn their daughter is gone

went to the dining room with his grandfather.

“What still hurts?”

“It's been quite better, yes already, let's eat,” invite

Queen.

“Come!” Al tries to help Queen to sit down first before

finally stand. Walking is also very slow and careful.

“Need me to carry?”

“No, Ah, I can walk alone,” Queen replied, firmly.

“Why? Usually feel sore is also an excuse

make request gendong,” ledek Al.

“When? That's another one, dong. Different from now.”

“ya, here are many people. Just say shame.”

Queen pinched Al's arm and they both sat down

gather at the dining table.

Al pulled one of the chairs and helped Queen sit carefully. In fact, the man was also willing to take rice and also what side dishes he wanted to eat.

"What do you eat the same? Omelets and balado?" Al looked at Queen with a gaze filled with affection. Make the soul of singles thrash.

"Yes, it can be the same. But, it's lackingin, the rice."

"Here, enough?" Al asked while showing the rice on the plate he was holding.

"Yes, that's it. But, less is a little more," he replied spoiled.

"How's your leg condition, Queen? Is it better?" Ask Vano.

"Yes, Pa. I'm it's okay. Same Al was also compressed with ice cubes earlier."

"Next time, be careful. It is better not to use shoes that are too high" said Vano flat. However, it strongly reflects the affection for the princess only wayangnya.

"Yes, Pa. Thank you" replied Queen.

"Yes, let's all eat, cold hunt" said Vano.