Don't (Blame) Love
SESSION #2 9

Quen saw her brother Al shift something on her dress. He watched as he walked closer.

"Why don't you look around, Quen?" ask her with a full gaze.

"Sorry, just look at your wallpaper, good." Al put his sister's phone back on the table. And without a word he left Quen in the room.

While Quen checked all his phones starting from chat messages and everything was nothing suspicious.

"Ah, it's probably true that you just looked at my wallpaper. Hmmm, pretty, anyway." Quen smiled at the photo of himself in class.

In a cafe not far from his place Al enjoyed a cigarette he stuck between his ring finger and index finger.

He sucked deeply quietly, occasionally glancing at the watch on his right wrist, as if waiting for someone.

Ten minutes passed, he began to feel impatient, turning off the cigarette he held on the ashtray at the table.

He began to rise up about to leave the place, but, from the front was seen a little someone running towards him.

"Sir, Al. Wait!" he caught his breath before he finally started talking to Al.

Ten minutes late for the people of Indonesia is not a problem, it is lumprah, it's just that Al has been five years living in Japan and always on time. obviously it makes him impatient and ignited emotions.

"Guantianjam brapa, anyway?" Cynical Al on the person in front of him.

"Sorry, Brother. I got out of the music room a little late than usual" replied the boy.

Al was silent, observing the expression of the person before him who showed his earnestness while speaking. With Cool he took another cigarette and lit it.

"What's Al Kak ngajak meet here?" ask the boy, curious.

Al exhaled his smoke into the air, and took a deep breath before finally starting the conversation.

"You've known my sister for a long time, Quen?"

"Since he entered High School 2, brother, what's going on?"

"It's okay. I was wondering what your relationship was with her, you seem to be very familiar with our mother."

"No brother, just a junior and a senior. I was close to Aunt Clara during the introduction of the school environment first she said Quen was sick, so, the aunt met the head of the osis to leave her child alone," replied Juna, honestly.

"Oh, then next?"

"Tante used to ask me to stop by, and he trusted me to look after Quen. So, I was watching her from afar, because she just broke up with Alex, I think she needs someone to shift her turmoil. In another week's test smester."

"Ok, thank you, yes, I also tipped my sister. Maybe in the near future I will return to Japan" said Al calmly.

"Yes, brother. I've also considered Quen like my own sister" said Juna.

After the two talked and finished their coffee, Al first left Juna because of an affair.

Meanwhile, Juna, in the parking lot, looked up at a photo of a little girl on the touch screen.

"If you were still among us, brother. You must be about the same age as Quen. He's also as agile and spoiled as you used to be." Juna seemed to wipe his eyes when he saw the photo.

*******

In the reading room with Andrean and Andreas Al looked seriously staring at the minior.

Suddenly a phone entered to pay for its concentration.

"Kc... Damn it, who the hell, this." Lazily took the coffee and drank it, while his left hand grabbed the device lying on the right side of his laptop.

"Pff....!" Al, choked on his own coffee as soon as he saw the name of the contact who called him.

Simultaneously the duo Andre turned to his unnatural-looking grandson.

"Who called you? Quickly lift!" Andreas Exclamation.

Al was still silent and hesitated while cleaning his mouth and chin.

"What did you call me last night, this?" al replied, annoyed.

"...."

"What's? You're at Soekarno Hatta airport? Seriously?"

"...."

"You're this... Huh! What the hell, you want?" al said unconsciously in a high tone.

"Al, what's wrong? The calm," Andreas scolded.

Al looked at Andreas and spoke to the person who called him in a lower tone.

"All right, wait for sebenta!" Then he turned off the phone.

Slowly Al walked up to Andreas and whispered something.

Andeas was surprised and looked at Al, "Serious?"

"Yes, cake." Al's face looked very tense.

"Yes, already. There go!" Andreas Exclamation.

Answered a nod by Al, then he said goodbye to Andrean's grandfather.

"Grandfather, Al go first, yeah." In a hurry, Al ran towards the garage.

After Al who had left the room Andreas smiled amusedly holding back laughter.

"What's up, brother?" ask Andrean.

"Our granddaughter is an adult, Ean," Andreas replied chuckling.

"Ooo." Andrean smiled meaningfully. Both of them returned to the initial discussion.

*****

Quen was looking for something in the kitchen to eat apparently there was nothing, and his mother had also rested.

He saw a new clock at twenty-one in fifteen minutes. At this hour usually Lyli is still up late.

He fiddles to peer into Lyli's room which happens to be not tightly closed.

It turns out true, it was seen by Lyli who was smoothed while staring at her smart phone while occasionally she stroked.

Curious to see such a Lyli often, Quen slowly stepped in front of him to see what exactly made Lyli that way.

"Waaah, Brother Lyli secretly has a crush on my brother. Yeah." yeah." The girl quickly snatched Lyli's phone from behind.

"Miss, Quen... Plis, Non give me back my phone" said Lyli, his face paled.

Quen laughed feeling victorious. While looking again towards the gadget Lyli. That picture is Al. It was not wrong for the photo when Al accompanied himself to study at the dinner table a few days ago.

"Ah, this is how do you take a picture of my brother secretly? You have a crush on her?" ask Quen. While laughing.

"Non, I beg you not to tell Mr. Al, and to all, yes."

"If I say, why?"

"Oh, don't be, Non. What if, this month my salary is already ten million, what if all I give to Miss, Quen?"

"You bribe me? Well I'll report you mama later you teach me not really," Quen threatened.

"Then, how can Miss Quen not talk?"

Quen Lyli begins to cry from fear. Finally, he returned his phone, feeling sorry.

"Don't give me anything, I'm sure I'm something donk, sis, I'm a laper, nih."

"What does Miss Quen want to eat?"

"I love my soy sauce-fried noodles when that was, brother. So yummy. Masakin' it, huh?" please Quen to Lyli.

"Alright, but don't report it to the Madam and mister, will you?"

"Berez! Come on, Brother Quen help me let the mop and we eat together," Invite Quen excited.

****

Meanwhile, Al, looks increasingly upset when a girl with black hair shoulder to shoulder with bangs that almost touched his eyes smilingly waved his hand while shouting his name.

"Buck! Am I here?" once again, the white-cloaked and smooth-spirited girl shouted walking while dragging her suitcase.

Al looked coldly at the asian girl, her narrow eyes as if they were puffed up as she smiled.

"Al, even you stand stiff without greeting me" he said again.

"Who sent you here?"

"Nothing, I miss you, Al," he added.

"You... Ck," Al quietly did not continue his sentence. "fuck it." He clenched his right hand and shook the trunk of the car.

"Hurry in, put your own suitcase in the back" said Al, cuey while getting into his car.

"We're going to your house, Al?" asked the girl, her eyes were happy and sparkling.

"No, you can't come to my house!" Al's eyes remained focused on the street in front of him.

"Then, I...."

"Sleep in the hotel," cut Al.

"Why stay at the hotel, Al?" protest the girl.

Al braked his car suddenly, with emotion he said, "Down if you don't want to sleep in the hotel, sleep under the bridge or in the role of the store there."

"Baa... All right, but you're with me, right?"

"Matsutmu, what? Obviously I have to go home, lah," replied Al annoyed.