Don't (Blame) Love
SESSIONS#2 Part 3
In a courtyard between a coffee shop and the parking lot of Soekarno Hatta Airport, stood a girl in a fairly tight and mini High School uniform, so that it showed off every curve of his body.
The girl pulled out the hair that hit her face because of the wind. Circulating his gaze across the airport, he asked the neatly dressed man beside him.
"Brapa jam this, sir? Where's the heat again." The girl clenched her hands in front of her sweaty neck.
"The old master and the young Master should have taken off, Nope."
Before long the man's phone rang. He immediately stroked the flat object out of the pocket of his hiam shirt, then answered the call.
"Yes, Sir. Okay, I'll be there soon!" The thirty-five-year-old man turned off his phone and immediately gave the girl next to him instructions to get into the car.
With a fairly fast pace, the man named Pak Makmur immediately headed to the location of his phone.
Then two men about fifty-five and a twenty-three-year-old young man stood with a black suitcase in hand.
They both wore black suits and mafia-style matching glasses that usually appeared on the glass screen.
Both of them looked surprised when a young girl got off the car that picked her up along with the driver, especially the girl immediately jumped on the young man's embrace while shouting her name.
"Sir Aaal! I'm the same, you."
For a moment Al's face immediately reddened, although he realized he was the younger brother who from the baby he was guarding and he invited to play anyway, it made him uncomfortable. Besides Quen has been seen as an adult, for five years in Japan he has never been in contact with women.
As heir to Andreas's business in Japan, he was grazed very hard and tight. So, let's not date, just think about women, he doesn't have time.
Al slowly pushed Quen's body, while saying slowly, "Quen, ashamed to see so many people. Get in the car, yeah! That, Grandpa you say hello first, gih!"
"Ah, Quen also misses Grandpa Andreas," he said as he slithered on his arm as he walked towards the car.
"My grandson is an adult now, yes," Andreas said as he rubbed Quen's blond hair.
"Yes, dong, Cake. It's seventeen years."
Andreas smiled happily. Once in front of the car, he chose to sit in front with Pak Makmur, meaning Quen and Al were sitting in the back.
Al's face grew red and pale, and the sight of Quen's skirt next to her revealed, until half of her thighs were exposed showing off her white and smooth skin.
Groggily, Al tried to turn his eyes away from his sister's thigh.
While Quen, he did not feel uncomfortable for his brother, he instead confidently raised both his hands to the origin of his long hair.
Al accidentally turned his head and saw Quen's slightly open shirt showing a little skin of her breasts are white, because the clothes are too small, or indeed the size of her chest alone is large, to not be accommodated.
Tampa said a word, Al took off his suit and put it on to Quen.
"Oh, I'm sultry, brother," Quen complained.
"Your uniform is too mini, later in the afternoon you buy a new uniform that is rather big, yes."
Al's hands were still busy tidying up Quen's body to cover his open chest.
Throughout Quen's journey, she was a little embarrassed by what her brother had just said.
While Al, he was busy telling how Pak Makmur could win a lot to see the scenery with free from the glass in front of the wheel.
While Andreas, he had already fallen asleep, probably due to exhaustion.
Without feeling finally they have arrived at their destination, a large and luxurious house with a beautiful garden arrangement and a colorful koi fish pond and equipped with potent water, make the house look more beautiful like a palace.
Apparently they have been welcomed by his extended family who deliberately gathered to sit in the living room.
Al looked at the family who had been distributing and giving life and education worthy of him.
He raised haru while hugging his grandparents and adoptive mother's father alternately.
Clara, who was also crying when she looked at her son's face, her hands wiped away Al's tears and said hoarsely, "Male, don't cry."
As if memorized by the habits of his mother, Al slightly bent, while Clara tiptoed to be able to kiss the forehead of his son, who was now much higher than him.
"Al, you must still be very tired, right? Let's sit down!" Vano embraces his son's shoulder after hugging his father, inviting the two to sit in the living room together.
Simultaneously, a nineteen-year-old girl came up with a tray containing some cold drinks and snacks.
The girl at first glance saw Al who for her looked very handsome with a plain white shirt that she wore and a navy-colored tie that was loose and two buttons of her top shirt that had been released.
The girl was stunned by Al's strong gushing good looks, until she unconsciously spilled a drink on Quen's uniform skirt.
"Sorry, Non! Lyli was not intentional," he said in a panic.
"Hahaha, why are you panicking about this cold water, Brother Lyli. Don't worry unless it's a hot drink and I scream" Quen said with a laugh as he knew what made the housekeeper's sister at her grandmother's house daydream.
"No problem, I'll change my clothes," he said as he grew toothed, and still wore an Al suit to cover his protruding curves.
Quen got off in a white t-shirt with hot pants back to join his extended family. Feeling nothing was covered anymore, Quen sat right next to Al.
While Lyli who had completed the task early, he chose to stay in the dining room, pretending to watch tv. Though. He looked at Al.
In Lyli's heart he admired the man in front of him. In addition to being handsome, he seems to have a strong aura and charisma despite his young age.
"It was unexpected that the son of the Master and the Madam was this handsome. And again, lucky Miss Quen. Besides being beautiful and born into a wealthy family, she has a sister as good and dear as Young Master Al, "her inner self.