Don't (Blame) Love
SESSION: 2 10

"Al, please stay here." The girl tried to chase after Al, no matter outside the door she hugged Al's waist from behind very tightly.

"Haruka, I said let me go." Al tried to stay calm despite his high emotions.

Slowly but roughly Al took off the Japanese girl's arms and then turned the body face to face.

"You don't test my patience, Haruka."

The girl's lips were tightly clenched as she looked at the eyes of the man before her no longer the same.

Slowly he retreated holding the algae to his room door.

"Good night, Al. Can you come here early tomorrow?"

"Yes" replied Al briefly and he left the place.

****

"Sister, where are you from?" quen asked when he saw his brother just come in.

While Lyli who was also at dinner choked on hearing Quen greeting someone with a sister call.

Quen smiled amusedly looking towards Lyli.

"Even so nervous you got like, this?" whispered Quen, down.

"Why were you here last night?" ask Al.

"We ate, brother from where last night roamed."

"I have business, yes already, brother tired of going to rest first, you guys go to sleep quickly."

Quen noticed her brother's unusual face, looking very tired.

"Non, Mr. Al why, huh?" ask Lyli to vent.

"I don't know, he wasn't like that."

*****

Early in the morning Al had dressed neatly, he hurriedly left.

"That's the morning, Al. Where you going?" asked Vano who was relaxing while holding the newspaper.

"There's business for a minute, Pa. Al will be back soon."

The boy just left.

"Your son is an adult, Van. Twenty-three years old, you're dating, right?" sahut Andreas chuckled.

"Oh, how do I know, Dad. She's not like the guy who's dating."

"Hahaha, he's not like you, Van. You used to be the only girl you dated? You don't think I know?" Again Andreas chuckled while sneaking a cup of coffee in front of him.

Lyli silently stared in front of the dishwasher when she heard the chatter of the old master and his master. His mind was glaring somewhere, could it be that he was heartbroken?"

"Cli. Have you washed the carrot? Lyli... Lyli, hello!" Clara repeatedly cried.

"Ah, sorry Non. It's already."

Clara observed Lyli who from morning looked a lot dreamy. He thinks it's weird.

From the top of the stairs Quen came down with hot pans and strit jerseys showing off his curves in white walking complete with white running shoes while tying his ponytail.

"Where are you going, Quen?" ask Vano.

"You need to walk the same way, Pa."

"No breakfast yet?"

"Later on, daaa." The girl excitedly ran out of her house.

For a long time he walked with the people around his house. She was the youngest, and the girl.

Most of them are also mothers at the age of their mother.

Although not infrequently the bachelor men who also greet and chat with Quen.

Quen's son is friendly, he's nice to everyone. Almost all of the RW in the place where he lived were all known to him.

"Quen, alone, right?" greet Mr. RT who also jogs with his two children and wife.

"Yes, Sir. It was always alone, wasn't it, me." Quen smiled kindly.

"Here, Quen join us!" The bu RT.

"What class are you in now?" ask RT again.

"Class Two High School, Mom."

"Oh, less than one year and a half more graduated, donk. want to go to which University?"

"Not to know, Mom. Don't think about it yet," jawan Quen.

"You want to be just like his brother. Studying in Japan?" ask Mr. RT.

Now the three of them were involved in a familiar chat, only Rico, the eldest son of RT sir who was still in college four smester seemed silent and timid to Quen.

"Eh, hold on, sir, Mom. There's a phone." Quen ran to find a place far from the crowd.

He picked up the call and left immediately.

"Sir, RT, Ms. RT. Sorry I said there was a need," he said politely and then went by riding an online motorcycle taxi that had been in his message.

Arriving at his destination, two men and women seem to be arguing, the woman continues to protest and get angry while the man is silent and puts on a cold expression.

"Here, sir." Quen gave a piece of money tens of thousands.

"Bak, I'm paying through the app."

"Here, tips for the father," said Quen then ran towards the two people he saw.

"Darling, where have you been?" Quen draped his arms around the man's neck and kissed him on the cheek, slightly hitting his lips.

While the man remained silent, his left hand hugged Quen's waist.

"Sorry man, who is you, Miss?" Quen asked the Japanese girl who was still standing in front of them.

"Al, who is he? Do you have a boyfriend? Why have you been quiet all this time?" ask the girl in Japanese.

"I am his wife, do you like my husband, miss?"

Haruka ran while holding back her tears without saying a word.

"The message is done, let's go home, brother."

Quen stepped walking for about ten meters and realized that Al was still behind.

"Sister, do you want to sunbathe by standing there?" shouted Quen.

Nervously the man caught up with his sister, and took her to his parked car not far from there.

"Why daydream? You regret breaking that woman's heart?"

"No, thank you, yeah."

"Can't just be grateful" replied Quen pouting.

"Then what do you ask? Treaty?"

"Hmm let me think about what I want, now there's still no need for it."

****

Haruka returned to her hotel room with tears. The girl closed the door violently when she arrived in the room, crying and slamming all the things on her nightstand to vent her emotions.

He quickly turned on his laptona, made a video call with someone.

Shortly thereafter, the face of a narrow-eyed man about fifty years old appeared on his monitor screen.

"Haruka, what happened? Why are you crying?" asked the man with a worried expression.

"Dad, Al already has a wife, why haven't I known?" said Haruka as he pleased.

"Dad told you, Al isn't a man you can touch, he's not a Japanese, but his strength exceeds that of Japan's number one mafia."

"Srooooot!" The girl threw out her snot with the tissue in front of her, then continued talking.

"There's no other way Dad could be with her?"

"Dad told you, with him willing to cooperate with us alone it's good, meaning there will be no enemies who dare to disturb our company, you don't destroy it!" The man in the monitor called and the screen was empty.

Haruka was crying more and more so when the father also raised his hand.

Thirty minutes later, he calmed down. There was a knock on the door from outside his room.

Haruka immediately opened the door hoping it was Al.

But, it turned out that he was wrong, two men and a woman were standing in the doorway. Haruka's father's man in Indonesia.

"Miss, we'll help you pack, we'll take tonight's flight back to Japan." The woman immediately tidied up Haruka's belongings scattered here and there.

"You guys just clean up first, no one is left behind, I'll be gone for a while" Haruka said and then moved while throwing her handbag.

Haruka took a walk around the hotel and returned to the place she had visited this morning with Al.

He pulled out his gawai and called someone, Al.

"Al, can we meet for a while at the breakfast place this morning?"

"...."

"I promise it won't be like yesterday, I'll be back in Japan tonight. Please, just meet me for a second."

"...."

About twenty minutes after he turned off his call appeared before him the man in the hairdo of Abri's style standing in a black t-shirt and dark gray jens.

Haruka looked at him with an inexplicable look, her lips smiling, however, her eyes were piercing a clear circle on her cheeks.

"It's true my father said that you're a man I can't touch, Al. And I realized, a man like you must have experienced a lot of hardship to be able to stand alone among the ranks of important people of the International class. And obviously, I don't deserve to be with you. I'm just a spoiled girl who can only rely on the strength of my parents, unlike your wife, she must be, too, right?"

The girl wiped her tears and grabbed Al's hand and placed something on him.

"Give it to your wife, so that your relationship can last forever, it's a lucky bracelet. Goodbye, Al." The girl turned around and immediately left Al while continuing to wipe away her tears.

"Miss, we're going to the airport now, are you ready?" ask a woman who has been picking up Haruka at the hotel since noon.

Haruka did not answer anything, she nodded away while carrying her handbag.

He paused and turned to his room again when his memory was fixed on the incident last night, he hugged Al tightly from behind and forbade him to leave.

Now there is no feeling other than hating himself that Haruka felt when she knew Al was the husband of people.

****

Al stood on top of the attic behind his room while observing the black bead bracelet Haruka gave him this afternoon, then stuffed it into his pants pocket.

"Al, why stay here by yourself? Let's have dinner!" Take Clara who suddenly appeared from behind him.

Al menolah did not try or just agree to his mother's invitation, he was even fixated on seeing his mother who suddenly appeared.

"Hey, honey. You, daydreaming?" clara asked as she waved her hand in front of her son's face while smiling.

"Ah, this Mama. Al was not daydreaming, really," replied Al smiling awkwardly.

"Then why? Come on over for dinner, everybody's waiting downstairs."

"Mama." call Al when Clara steps away.

"Dear, Honey?"

Al walked up to Clara grabbing her left hand and wearing a titan bead bracelet on her mother's wrist.

"What, this? Wow, that's cool. Where did you get it, honey?" clara smiled happily.

"From friends in Japan. He's been here for a few days now and when he says goodbye to me, he'll give it to me again, Ma" Al replied with a smile.

"And you gave this to Mama?"

"Al's luck is not the bracelet, but Mama and Papa are already..."

"Sttt!" Clara cut Al's sentence while putting an index finger in front of her lips.

"Don't talk about it, we don't want Quen, or anyone else to know about it, yeah. We don't consider you a foster child anymore. So, don't make us sad, will you?" said Clara softly.

Al saw the woman walking gracefully and began to walk away from him.