Don't (Blame) Love
SESSION #2 15
That's my son and wife, Mr. Erik." Vano's eyes looked at the two of them who were walking towards the chair.
"Al, meet him Mr. Erik, secretary in our office, and he's Helena, his daughter" Vano said with a smile.
Al responded with a simple smile, nodded and sat down next to his papa.
"Helena seems to be very young, huh? Still school?" ask Clara kindly.
"A.. I am, Aunt. Second grade High School" Helena replied stammeringly, perhaps it was a shock that the man she shared her picture with Quen at the market that night was the son of the owner of the company where her father worked.
Even with emot Quen holding a guy kere. She was embarrassed and wanted to run.
"Oh yeah, huh? Same age as his brother Al, dongk. Our daughter, two is also second grade High School" replied Clara.
"Where's your sister, honey?" ask Clara.
"Religion is like, Ma." Al held back a laugh as he recalled his sister's expression just now.
"Cli. Get Miss Quen, will you?" said Vano when he saw Lyli delivering drinks for guests.
"Good, Sir."
Instantly without people noticing, Helen's face grew pale, her heart becoming less and less anxious. "How come? Don't-don't, Quen's..."
Shortly afterwards a white girl with dark brown hair approached them.
"Quen, this is Mr. Erik and this is his daughter. You guys turned out to be the same age, you know," said Clara excitedly.
"We're a school, Ma. Pa, remember it's fitting to pick me up we've met Mr. Erik's daughter in front of the minimarket," said Quen relaxed while sitting next to his mother.
"Papa's not so attentive, honey they're a lot. Understand Mr. Erik, faktoe U," said Vano with a laugh.
'Jeez... Yes, even I forgot that this man was Quen's father, Helen's inner being.
Quen smiled full of astonishment at the expression of his whip haters. He wanted to embarrass her back, but she was still considering it.
"Ma, account up first, huh?"
"Where are you? Take Helen with you, you're one school and you know each other."
"No need, Ma. We're not familiar, are we, Helen? And now you're clarifying that the photo of the guy at the night market isn't my boyfriend you said what it was, because you can only take him to the night market, the capital looks like a doang. He's Al, my brother."
Quen went to walk away from them, while below, the atmosphere was frozen and stiff, not only Helen, even her papa was also very embarrassed by Quen's words.
Showing that as a parent he and his wife failed to make his daughter a good child.
"Sir Vano, Ms. Clara, I'm sorry on behalf of my daughter Helen..."
"Sir, we are here as parents only parents, not knowing the affairs of our children when outside. Let their problems be those who solve them. Nothing to do with business or work, is it, Pa?" said Clara.
"Eh, I yes." said Vano stammered.Color for a lifetime Clara never called him with papa call to him, despite calling him dear. But yes as light as calling na directly.
"Yes sir, ma'am we beg you first, and make Sir, Al. Hopefully soon to recover," said Mr. Erik while giving Parsel containing fruits to Al.
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After the departure of his two guests Al pondered in his room justifying his sister's remark, if indeed the art in his house often steal a glance at him.
Even when memapah yesterday Al can also feel if he fell because he was trembling because of nervousness. She should have, because she's 11 12 and Quen's sister.
"Ah, I'm going to Vico's house" muttered Al alone.
Vico is one of the Al-believers in the world besides the dead.
No matter how late it was, he just left. He will drive with one hand.
The distance from his house to Vico's house should be only thirty minutes. But, since Al was only driving with 1 hand, so it was almost an hour he had just arrived.
"Hey, Al. Too late for you to come here? Come inside!" said a pira intersected cepak with white glasses that frame his face.
"I suddenly remember you," Al replied as he lay down his body.
"What's up with your hand?" ask Vico.
"It fell off the bike" Al replied as he stroked his left hand.
"What's this late coming? There's another problem with your stepmom super sex..."
"Dian, you!" Al chimes Vico while throwing a book that happens to be on the table.
While the yellow-skinned man with a height of 180 cm only chuckled at Al's behavior.
"Some, Bro. If you like it. Just take it, why the hell? Haha"
"Take your palam," Javan Al with a sour face.
Al was momentary, recalling the beginning of his encounter with Clara, when he sincerely saved her on the highway almost hit and her infuriating behavior while still under Della's control.
But, even though the woman never hated him, she was the first person in her family gang to adopt him.
Clara was the first person there when she fell, the first person there to share her joys and sorrows. She was the first person to cry when she was injured, the first person she remembers when she first stepped foot on Japanese soil, and Clara was the first person Al admired, but she's nothing but mother and daughter bond.
*Flas bac
"Goodbye, you're champion one more," said a tall, slim woman hugging Al, no matter how many pairs of eyes affected them at the time.
"Ma... Don't hug and kiss me here, Al shy," said Al as Vico and his friends gawked at him being hugged by a young and beautiful woman.
Even from across the street, I heard whispers from the girls of Al fans who he always ignored thinking that Clara was his girlfriend.
"You see, Amrita? It's fitting that she's never interested in a girl like us, her taste is like that, pretty fashionable like an artist" said a woman in a gray white uniform and wearing a pink jacket.
"That's it, let's go, let's go,"
"You're going home with Mama, honey?"
"Mama go home first, Al still wants to be with his friends" replied Al.
"All right, bye baby!" said Clara kissed Al's right cheek and left.
"That's your girl, Bro?" said Vico who suddenly came from behind and embraced the shoulders of Al.
"She's my mama, Vic."
"Don't joke, he said. If you're young, at least one or two years older than us, which high school kid?" ask Vico with a naughty smile.
"He's my foster mom, Vic. When you were six years old he adopted me, he was twenty."
"What's? Crazy, seems rich ABG, huh?" vico replied amazed.
*come back
"Al, just gawk, let's drink!" Vico's call returned it to reality.
"Tonight I want to stay here" said Al.
"That's a lot, brow. This is your home too."
Al smiled wryly at the answer of his best friend this one.
"We rest first, almost an hour I drive with one hand, tired," jawan Al and immediately go to one of the rooms in the house of Vico.