Don't (Blame) Love
SESSIONS#2 part 2

Over time it is not felt now both sons and daughters Vano Clara has grown up. Al is now sitting in the final bench of High School, he is already a teenager, seventeen years old. While Quen he was eleven years old, and still in the sixth grade of elementary school.

Seen from outside the shopping center Al was holding his sister's hand, they had just bought some reading books and snacks.

As soon as he approached the housing complex, Al walked too fast, while Quen lagged far behind his older brother.

"Sister, wait for me!" He cried while crouching to catch his breath.

Al stopped his steps and looked back. Seeing his brother look dull, Al walked over.

"Come on!" Al crouched down in front of Quen.

Enthusiastic Quen stood up and hugged his brother's shoulders.

Al stood up and started walking while holding the exhausted Quen.

"Betch!"

Al looked back to see who was calling him.

"Risma, why are you here?" tanya flat.

"I saw you shopping there, and I followed you. Jadro you live around here, huh? Didn't you let me stop by?" replied the girl naively.

"All right," jawan Al without Axpresi. With full compulsion Al invites Risma to stop by his house.

This was the first time he had brought a girlfriend to his house. But, if only he did not ask to be invited to stop by, Al also would not invite him.

Arriving at home they were greeted with Clara, he happened to wear a t-shirt in a pair with hot pents that showed off the sincerity of his thighs.

Risma looks shocked when she sees Clara there, Clara who always looks young and looks like ABG is often rumored to be Al's girlfriend when she sees the two of them outside the school.

And he said it was Clara who made Al never interested in girls at school.

It may be natural, since Clara's current age was only thirty-one years, when she was advocating for Al she was only twenty-one years old. Al has been seven years.

"You're home, honey?" clara asked as soon as she saw Al and Quen arrive home.

Seeing her mother Quen slumped from her sister's arms down, and approached her mother to show what they had bought earlier.

"Darling, you don't get too fond of Quen, donk!" Clara exclaimed, attentive.

"Ah, he called Al affectionately," Inner Risma.

"Well, there's a guest, huh? Come on please come in! You must be Al's friend, right?" greet Clara kindly to Risma as soon as she saw it.

"Darling, you brought a girlfriend home, just shut up? Let's go in and introduce you to mama."

With lazy Al sitting on the sofa, he still quietly did not talk to Risma who sat next to him.

"You really can't love another woman, Al?" asked Risma hesitated.

"What's max, you?"

"That ought.... "

"My mom, why?"

"Oh, Sorry. He looks the same age as us, huh?" Risma smiled awkwardly trying to melt the gym.

Al sighed resentfully, "I thought of nothing but my education, not because I liked my Mama."

"It's not so, Al. No one thought she was your mom, you know."

"You guys talk, what? Let's have a drink, it's thirsty, huh?" greet Clara who came out suddenly with two glasses of orange ice and a snack for Al and his friend.

"False, aunt. Why bother?" risma said with a smile.

'Huh, auntie? Is it worth it that I call him aunty? Should be brother, Risma's inner.

"It's just water, honey... It won't be troublesome at all, what's his name?"

"Risma, aunt."

"Al's schoolmates, huh?"

"Yes, we're classmates."

'How does this kind of Al have a beautiful and warm and friendly mother?' Risma exhaled her breath quickly.

"You guys talk first, yeah. Aunty wants to nemenin adek Al used to do PR." Clara went upstairs.

Al and Risma were both silent. Risma is confused what to say if alone with Al saw the personality of the man in front of her stiff and always serious.

For two years Risma knew Al, never once did the girl see the man next to her laugh let alone close to the people especially the girls. Except for his mother who until now was thought to be Al's lover.

Many beautiful girls at school are also other schools that are competing for the attention of the iceberg. But none of them succeeded.

Without feeling forty minutes passed without a word said from the two.

"Heem," replied Al coldly.

"Where, auntie?"

"Attent." Al walked up the stairs to call Clara.

While Risma also stood in front of her chair while observing Al's strapping body that was getting further and further away from her sight.

Shortly after the wheel with his mother and sister Al down.

"Cock rush home? Play here often, huh?" said Clara when she was in front of Risma.

"Yes, aunt. It's also late afternoon" replied Risma politely.

"Sister, you're Al's first girl friend who came here, are you my brother's girlfriend?" asked Quen innocently.

While Clara immediately laughed at the babbling of her little daughter.

"What do you know about dating?" ask Al sewot.

While Risma he smiled awkwardly, the look on his face reddened, it seemed like he was holding back the embarrassment.

"Yes everywhere two-by-two like papa and mama, brother." replied Quen not to lose.

"Little kids don't talk about dating, you can't go to class later" said Al with a cold expression.

"It's okay." Quen looked down at the brother's words.

Along with Risma at the door, at that time also entered a red Ferrari into the courtyard of the family.

"Ma, papa has come home, are we going for a walk? It's Sunday night" Quen said, looking up at Clara.

"There's a guest, huh?" greet Vano when he sees Risma in front of the door.

"Yes, Pa. This is his friend the brother was playing here" replied Clara.

Not to mention the admiration of the house to see the handsome and handsome Vano and look young, he was presented with a view that he had never met at home.

Vano so arrived gave a little hurt and kiss on Clara's forehead. Clara kisses Vano's hand and is followed by Al and Quen.

While both parents if they have come home, there is no greeting let alone greet each other like this.

Not wanting to be complacent with the scenery in front of him, Risma immediately pleaded, "Om, Auntie, if that's how I go home first."

"Yes carefully. Play here often, huh?" Vano.

Risma smiled nodding at Al and had formed Quen's cheek, "Sister go home first, yes Adek, Quen. Next time I'll bring you some cake to come here, okay?"

"Good sister," replied Quen kindly.

As long as he walked down the Al residential complex, Risma still kept on being imagined with the Al family who were very warm and friendly.

'How can Al live in the midst of his harmonious family but still be cold and rigid?'

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Time goes by so fast, Al has now graduated high school as well as Quen. He managed to enter the favorite school and enter the superior class thanks to his good grades.

At Andreas's request from the beginning, Al is now continuing his studies in Japan with him. In addition to lectures there, Al was also introduced to Andreas' colleagues who were in Japan to prepare Al as the main heir of his company there.

Not only that, Al also trained in various martial arts to protect himself. Although there were many number one body guards with his grandfather, Andreas did not teach dependency living, let alone physical safety.

At Soekarno Hatta airport, Clara cried while continuing to hug Al, a sense of heaviness and inexplicability continued to envelop her heart, as well as Vivian who was equally already out of love.

Al, Vano and Andreas they are so similar that they make the big family forget the fact that Al is just an adopted child.

Especially during this Al never made a problem and can put themselves.

"Sister, if you have graduated college quickly back, yes" said Quen who looked sad.

"Yes, Quen, what will you do if you come back?" al answered while rubbing his sister's head.

"Bring me some cherry blossoms, brother."

"All right!"

Al and Andreas enter the cabin. Vano, Clara, Quen, Andreas and Vivian return home.

Over the past year, Clara was still much moody. Worried about Clara's mental state, Vivian asks Clara and Vano to stay together again.

Since two years later Vivian looking for a new maid to be at her home because bi Narsih has stopped working because of the age factor.

Simultaneously, they devoured a sweet young girl to replace the duties of bi Narti around seventeen years old.

The age of the girl was indeed very young, but, about work there was no need to doubt her ability.