Don't (Blame) Love
part 27's

After dinner, Queen still feels pain in the part

his ankle was sprained earlier. Patently, Al greases ,oil

rub and massage it slowly. After that, he wrapped the bandage around the affected part.

“You're such a pinter, Al? thanks ya?” said Queen afterwards. Looking at her husband, she barely blinked.

The man just smiled. “Uda soluble, nih. We say goodbye now, what about?”

“So, where is Berlyn now?”

“He's the same mama,” replied Al, while helping Queen stand up.

The pain in Queen's right ankle has been a lot of work

ever since Al wrapped it around with gauze. He can also walk on his own,

although not as hard as when his legs are Normal.

Arriving at the study, it turns out that Berlyn is not with mom

them. I don't know where Clara is. Al and Queen saw her daughter in the middle

write something very seriously.

“Berlyn, what are you doing, son?” ask Queen.

Instantly the boy turned his head, and showed the results of the writing

his hands on both of them.

Al and Queen stepped closer and read the writing

those.

“Mama, Papa. Please let me stay here more

long time away. It's not that you don't want to come with you. But, kasian is also a grandmother. He was lonely when grandfather and great-grandfather went to work. I promise you guys I won't bother you. I am also diligent here to take care of all the flower and vegetable plants belonging to grandma.”

Al and Queen looked at each other. Then

nods. Afterwards, the man crouched down and took his daughter's bocara.

“Berlyn so want to be here first with grandpa and granny?” ask

Al lirih while crouching hugged her daughter who was standing holding a paper

yes, with both hands.

Berlyn nodded. But on his face he also looked sad.

Perhaps he thought that his decision had left both his parents disappointed.

But he also cannot lie to himself. During her mother and father

working, he felt lonely at home. Only her grandmother stayed home, and there was time with her every second.

Because he's not the perfect Clarissa, he can do anything

alone without the help of a hard slip and bulfoin to say something he wants, when others do not understand the signal.

Clarissa is also very intelligent and can get along with anyone. But not with him. Just talk can't, how can you talk to new people?

“Alright, if it wants Berlyn. Mom and Dad would not

objected. But, on one condition. What if you sleep with us tonight? We will

stay here for you,” proul Al.

Berlyn did not immediately show his expression. Except for

look at Queen first. After seeing her mother showing her thin smile, and staring at her gently. Berlin smiled and jumped in his arms.

“Alright darling. Maybe for a week too papa and

mama will stay here and leave for work from here,” said Al while carrying his daughter.

Together with papa Andrean, and also Vano, Clara brought Bilqis's backpack.

But, quickly, Al says that he and Queen will stay tonight, and the next night for a week.

"Ma, we're planning on staying here tonight."

"Oh, huh? Yes, let Anja prepare a room for you two" replied Clara, pleased.

"no need. Berlyn's room was pretty spacious, wasn't it for the three of us?"

"Yes, pretty. Enough for all three of you."

"Yes, we're just there, Ma." Al answered excitedly."

Holding his daughter on his shoulders, Al ran to his daughter's room, followed by Queen.

That night, when Andrean's grandfather was already in his room, even Al, Queen and Berlyn. Clara and Vano sat together on the back porch of the house. The two talked to each other about them.

“It doesn't feel like we're old. We've become grandparents, darling.” Vano clasped Clara's hand tightly which had been accompanying her in both liking and

woe. It's hard to be happy together, too.

“Yes, and our only daughter followed in the footsteps of papa and his mother, although different, but similar, right?” Clara looked into the eyes of the man who had always been inside

her heart. The man who once made himself lost control, and made other people's girls crazy.

The two men laughed at each other given how young they used to be. Then,

why are his children even married and have children from people who used to be their kaka?

“Sometimes life is very funny. I think we met recently at a cafe, you

is my stepbrother candidate,” said Clara.

“Yes, and I secretly love my stepbrother. But I kept silent not to reveal. Then, finally, after it was revealed, we both defied each other's will.”

“All has passed, even though the path of our children is the same. But their conflict is different. We were stepbrothers when you were working, and I was in second grade High School. Love

we were blocked by the blessing of people knowing. But, Queen... “ Clara is silent not.

continuing sentence. He is not sure how his daughter's love story is

with his adopted son.

What he heard from his father was that Al treated his daughter with sadism. Because, with

But, gradually the love appeared after a few months, and after the Queen pregnant her twin daughter.

"Al was a good husband to Queen. We should thank Dela, you know. Where is he now, huh? And how's it going, like?" vano said, glancing at his wife.

"of course. I will thank him personally. Because he dumped and dumped you, you're a good liker to me. Otherwise, you're her husband and you'd be nice and affectionate to her, wouldn't you?"

Vano is just a mess. Intentions to heat up his wife is not good at all. So, he could only scratch his nape which was not itchy.

“Sorry, Sir, Mom. Do you need coffee, or tea?” anja said from behind the door. Maybe the woman would like to rest after finishing her task. But, knowing

his employer was still chatting in the backyard, he offered him a hot drink first before finally getting into his room.

“Oh, thanks. No need, Nja. You can just rest. You wake up tomorrow

early, prepare breakfast for Al, yes?” said Clara.

“Good, Bu.” The woman went to her room.

The woman had actually been working as a day laborer in Clara's house for a long time. Less

it's been over a year. She herself is a childless widow, her husband used to be an inter-city bus driver. But, fate. At the age of their marriage is just one year, he actually left Anja for good because of a traffic accident.

After her husband left, many men came to ask her. But, for the sake of love and loyalty with the late husband, until this moment, the woman has never opened her heart to any man, and tends to be a closing person.

“You're sleepy yet? To the room, yuk!” take Vano to Clara.

“Ntuk yet, anyway. But, instead of staying up late and angina night is not good for health? Moreover, our age is now no longer young,” said Clara.

Vano also embraces Clara's waist and walks hand in hand towards the room.

Anja who was about to go out to the restroom, accidentally saw how harmonious the household relationship of her employer can only smile, and bewilder. “Andai mas Fikri is still alive. Our home is certainly not much different from them. It is different in treasure only.

But, isn't the main one a good couple?”

***

That morning Queen woke up early. He didn't want to trouble his mother's housekeeper. He knew very well that his papa was leaving at eight, and it was only six

the housekeeper started his activities. But, because Al's office is far away, and he has to leave early, so, five o'clock past five

the minute she woke up and prepared breakfast for her husband.

Queen was at first confused as to what her husband would like to do this morning. But, because it is far away, it is,

it seems like he needs a little heavy food. But, what? Her husband was not used to eating rice in the morning.

After a few seconds, Queen thought, finally she found the idea too.he will make a burger ala-ala herself. He took the onions, chopped finely, with ground meat, powdered mrica eggs and formed a circle of Teflon oada, and made a burger for Al and for everyone.

“Non, Queen is awake? It's a task, me?” anja said from behind the woman. His face showed a shy and uncomfortable expression to his employer's son. This is also half six. What time did he wake up? Thought the woman.

“No problem. I made my husband breakfast. He's a little fussy, I'm afraid he won't eat, because you don't know his taste is not even in the food anymore. Oh, baby too, right? Queen answered kindly. However, it was impressed as if no other woman could understand Al other than him. Probably, because her mother's maid was the same age as her.

The woman took a bottle of fresh milk from the refrigerator and heated it

a pot with a small fire.

“Pak Al want fresh milk, right Non, Queen?” ask Anja again, hesitating.

“Yes, he wants. Please just prepare

drink it, it's almost done. I'll check, he's done what yet.” With quick and agile movements, Queen prepares the equipment for burgers, onions

bombai, cucumber and tomato are patotongi round. Fresh slada vegetable, tomato sauce

cheese and mayonnaise. After everything was done and ready, the woman left the kitchen.

“Mbak, this is sweet corn shaved, chickpeas and carrots please sauteed, huh? Do not give anything.bunbui only chopped garlic, mrica salt and a little flavoring. His onion was unprepared,” Queen's message, and was responded with a nod

from Anja.

Just a few steps Queen left the kitchen, it turned out that she was waiting for already

get to the dinner table first. It looks like the man is going to the kitchen. Maybe his nose already smelled a pleasant aroma and wanted to see for itself, what was served

his wife for breakfast today.

“You ready, Al? yes, you sit down. I'll get you your breakfast first, yeah?”

Al did not answer. He buttoned his shirt arm while sitting in the dining room chair. While the atmosphere of the house is still quiet. Maybe his father and grandfather too

already awake. But, they must still be in the room, reopen the results of the report or what is concerned with the company they hold. Or maybe, even open the gadget to just

play online games only to refresh the mind of unsaturated agra.

When Queen returned with a tray containing one small sauteed vegetable dish to accompany the burger. It turns out Al hasn't finished buttoning his shirt arm yet. Can't, or intentionally?

"Here, let me help you button up" Queen said after putting her husband's breakfast on the table.

“Wow, you made a burger baby? Whatisthis? pety mushroom, meat or chicken?”

“Petynya with meat. There's no mushrooms in your fridge. You eat first, gih,” Queen

sitting in the front seat of her husband.

“You, want? Delicious, loh!” exclaim Al while giving a berger piece to Queen.

Without answering, Queen opened her mouth, and said, “Obviously delicious. Who used to make it?” he said with great confidence.

“Ih.. PD,” Goda Al.

"But, right, is it delicious?"

“iya, Darling. It's really nice even.”

During this one week, Al and Queen leave for work from

his parents' house, and he came home too. On the first day alone, the two of them returned home to pick up something they needed at home.

Clothes, and some files belonging to Al who was at home.

The distance between the office and the hospital is much further. But, what the hell

meaning a distance as long as it can still be traveled, for the sake of their daughter? Every night, Al and Queen sleep with their daughter. Alternately, the young mother and father read the fairy tale to Berlyn every night. So, the boy could listen to two stories at once every night. From papa, and the other from his mam.

However, in the end, Berlyn still feels comfortable living with her grandparents. Only in the moment

vacation only occasionally the little girl asked atar to the place of the two people

his master. Spend three hours when your mom and dad are not working. But, that way, the girl felt very happy. Since then, Al and Queen have been at least twice a week going home to their parents. When they work one sif of course.