Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 19
After a few minutes of Lyli breathing in, she began to lift her face.
"Why apologize? I shouldn't be open with you, so you know and everything, if you can't accept it, your departure doesn't cause me any major problems" Lyli replied.
"I promise I won't leave you whatever it is. Let the past pass. Whatever she is, it's still your mother." Al continued stroking Lyli's back with his left hand while his right hand focused on the steering wheel of the car.
Lyli fell silent and stole a glance at Al.
He was a kind, warm and understanding man, naturally I, Quen was very affectionate to an older brother like him, I shouldn't hide the truth about myself. If he leaves, let it be. He deserves a woman who's much better than me.
Unknowingly Lyli's tears melted feeling the sincerity of Al's heart. I don't know if she was crying for no reason her heart felt suddenly hurt.
"My mother used to be in contact with a man, for a year they dated my mother carrying her child, and when she held him accountable the man who had impregnated her he instead asked to abort her. For the reason that man is married.
It's just that my mother refused, she still gave birth to her baby until she was forced to throw it away. In the hope that someone finds in a living state.
And until she finally found a man who wanted to marry her and have my son. My father was a gambler and a heavy drunk, a lot of sold-out house things to get money for drunk and gambling.
Until my mother finally returned pregnant with her second child after her marriage to my father. My mother felt good because besides I was a child, the family economy with my father's hobbies like that it was not possible to add one more child.
But, one day when my mother came home from shopping while carrying me who was only one year old there was a middle-aged woman crying asking for the child that my mother would give birth to for her only. Because, ten years more difficult in his marriage he did not have children.
That one I clearly don't remember. I only know of those who want to tell the truth. While I remember my mother's father was very happy to get pregnant and sell the baby four times already. So, I don't know how many brothers are."
The girl wiped her tears after telling her long story to the man who was going to be her husband's calin, her heart so sick and sore.
"Oh, don't cry. I don't care about any of that and your family's past. Like whatever they are your parents and it's your child's duty to always appreciate his mother."
"You already know my reputation is very bad. It is enough to say that you are my master and because it is in your direction you are sending me, sir. Doesn't matter. You don't deserve me." The girl tried to smile even though away from her heart wasn't willing to lose.
Yeah, he loves Al. But, there was a pain that he could not explain if he had to marry a man as perfect as Al. And again the girl's tears melted.
"Don't cry, never mind. Since when did you turn into a whiny like this?" al Goda.
Lyli was still as much as she could while repeatedly recalling her tears.
Looking at Lyli who kept crying, Al stopped the swab on the girl's back, pulling Lyli in his arms. He hugged while driving.
"That's it. I'm here, don't be sad anymore, okay?" whispered Al.
This was the first time he had calmed a woman even to the point of hugging the other than 1 Quen. I don't know what, with Lyli's honesty he wants to always protect her and give her happiness.
Fifty more meters there is a crossroad. Please turn left.
The location that you will go to will arrive about another fifty meters. West street.
Lyli immediately pulled her head from Al's chest. The first time for Lyli to lean his head on the shoulder of a man, it was very comfortable. Until he forgets himself. Lucky voice from google maps it immediately resuscitated him.
"Is this your home?" Al turned his gaze towards Lyli.
"I... Yes, Sir."
"Don't call me master, again!"
"Yes, Mum."
Al took a deep breath and exhaled it a little rough. He removed his belt and got out of the car.
With Lyli he walked into the fence of the house that was quite wide. The whitewashed house with two windows on the right left of the door looks beautiful with two rambutan trees in front of it.
"Mother, I'm home!" lyli shouted while knocking on the door.
Soon the door was opened by a middle-aged woman. Looking towards Lyli and glued his gaze to Al until he finally woke up and allowed his guest to enter.
"You're home, Lyli? Comein! Who's she?" ask Lyli's mother.
"He.. Her.... " Lyli was confused as to what answer. He saw Al who was smiling and had a relaxed expression.
"He's the grandson of my master, ma'am. Which father?" the girl answered and then put her eyes into the room.
"He's not home." Soon the woman answered and searched for a quick diversion of the topic. "Den, how can I get Lyli home?"
"Call me Al, Mother... I'm not driving Lyli. But quite the opposite. I am here to receive the blessing of Lyli's parents for our serious relationship" Al replied firmly and straightforwardly.
Lyli could hardly believe what Al said. He covered his mouth with both hands.
What an unexpected and inexhaustible thought, how is there such a man in the real world and the present day? In novels and comic foksi only, men will lash first. Then back to better after waking up and just know what it feels like to lose. But these?
As much as she calmed down, Lyli tried to hold back the thickets that were condensing in her eyes. But, never mind, the clear circle had escaped and wet his cheeks.
"You, why do this?" lyli said while looking at Al.
"Cli. How are you? Well, your boyfriend's here showing his earnestness, but you're even preotes?" ask Lyli's mother in wonder.
Al was silent and answered nothing. He could still put on a calm expression.
"Son, Al. I'm sorry that she's unstable, she hasn't been close to a man all this time, but she's still shocked and in disbelief" Lyli's mother said.
"Yes, Mom. Its alright. I will go out first" said Al Pamit sitting on the terrace chair while enjoying a cigarette. He also gave time for Lyli and her mother to speak.
Lylo came out with a cup of tea for Al.
"Mas, you want to sit inside, is it here?" greet Lyli.
"Here, deh, I love the view," jawan Al while playing the puff of cigarette smoke he enjoyed.
Lyli looked at Al with a gaze full of love and admiration.
The man with black and gray hair, handsome, his nose pointed, his lips sexy and his neck level. It's perfect for you, Al. Lucky I could love you, Mom. I'll fight for you as long as you love me too. Inner Lyli.
"Son, Al. Let's have lunch first" Lyli's mother died from the door.
"Corn!" get Al up after turning off his cigarette butts.
Just a few steps Al up, suddenly heard from inside his pocket his phone ringing.
Taken it then he saw the name of who is listed on the touch screen.
"So soon, Quen's calling let me pick up first." Al raised his hand and looked towards Lyli and his mother alternately.
"Yes, what's wrong?" answer Al
"Are you still a long time, brother?" the voice is cheerful.
"It's gonna be lunch time that brother's coming home, do you miss your brother, this?" seductive Al smiled, even though he knew Quen would not see that smile.
"No, if you're a long time old I'll go with my friends,"
"Alright, don't come home too late. Careful, yeah."
Al rushed into the house and joined Lyli and her mother.
"This is enough, Mom. I really like vegetables" jawan Al pulled up a chair and sat down next to his mother Lyli.
Rika, Lyli's mother was stunned to observe Al, she smiled and was impassive, This child is incredibly handsome and polite. Unlike most rich children, surely his mother's father was very good at educating his child like this.
But, suddenly Maya Rika was stunned behind Al's ears as she turned her head towards her daughter.
What the fuck? Huh, that's funny. It's in the heart.
"Son, you got a mole behind the ear, huh?"
Al looked towards Rika. Smiling politely.
"Yes, ma'am, said this mama's a birthmark," his friend was polite.
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"Quen, are you dating Senior?" tanya Gea, a fellow major, a medical student.
"Senior who?" quen asked confused and seemed to think.
"That's an accounting class kid." Gea turned her head towards a pira who walked not far from their standing with a fashionable and stylist look.
"Oh, brother Juna?" quen replied as soon as he saw the man Gea had maxed out.
"Yes, said Bela you and she's been out since High School," Gea replied filled with curiosity.
"No, he's already considered rich my own brother. Why the hell?"
"Don't you also have a sister who says Dela is handsome at home?"
"If I'm home already have a sister, but consider her as a sister is also not a problem, is not it?"
"Yes, yes." Gea's eyes glanced back at Juna.
Quen caught a strange gurgle on his friend, he felt that Gea had a crush on Juna.
"Sister Juna," he cried. "come here." Quen gestured to call Juna.
The man smiled and approached them with his cool and macho style.
"Quen, what the fuck are you, anyway?" gea's protests seem groggy and make him believe that Gea put his heart on Juna.
"What?" quen said as he looked towards Gea.
"Have you finished college and didn't you rush home?" juna asked as soon as he was near Quen.
"Self?"
"Wait for Candra, he said that we would like to do the job at the cost.
Quen nodded in understanding.
"Oh, yes, brother. I know he's my friend Gea." While pointing towards Gea whose face was already reddened.
"Juna" said the man, shaking Gea's hand.
Once the two had gotten acquainted and were a little involved in the chat immediately Gea took Quen away. Because he was unusual with this kind of groggy and pounding feeling when close to men.
Begiti was in Quen's car, Gea nagging her friend all out.
"Quen, what the hell are you wearing to know me everything with that Juna? Huh huh?
And again why is he so cool using Juna's name that, does he feel handsome and manly rich chef Juna?" The girl nagged not even daring to look towards Quen.
"Emang Juna's real name, keles. Not just a name. Wh why? Admit that he's more cool and manly in that fierce chef, ah. You like watching that master, don't you? Hahaha," lead Quen while staying focused on driving.
"OKs. Stop him being cool. Juna what's her name? Junaidi, Jumadi or Jainudin?" gea asked as she turned her face towards Quen.
"You want to know what his real name is? Arjuna. And he feels comfortable being called with Juna alone." Without looking, Quen answered Gea's question.
Gea fell silent. Returns his memory to Juna's handsome face and proportional body. Arjuna's name is very fitting for him. He was also a smart student there.
"Why should daydream? If you like it, say you like it, a lot of rivals," Quen said still with his face staring straight into the streets.
"What the hell are you, Quen?" gea protests are embarrassed.
"It's okay. What house do you want me to go home to, huh?"
"I'll just go home, ''' Gea's short jawb.
On request, Quen dropped Gea off in front of his house.
"You didn't stop by first, Quen?" icap Gea while peeking into the car.
"Other times, it's already evening. Go home, yeah... See you tomorrow." Quen drove his car slowly.
There's no college tomorrow, right? It should be okay to play to the cafe om Reza. Quen muttered alone.
Sure enough the girl parked her car in front of the cafe Reza, her mother's friend in high school. It's just, it looks like Reza doesn't exist. There were only a few baristas who welcomed his arrival.
"One coffee latte yes, brother." Quen grinds with one index finger and sits in the seat closest to the barista.
Since Reza doesn't exist, Quen deliberately doesn't want to linger. Just order one latte and go home. But, it turns out he was wrong. A tall figure with a thin mustache suddenly appeared and sat at the cashier's table. Looks like checking the insertion.
Quen intentionally did not say hello. Let Reza himself see it and accompany him sit down. While his aunt Lusi, it was clear he must have been in the hospital.
"Hello pretty!"
Quen turned to the source of the voice that was clearly addressing him.
"Sir, Aditya," said Quen a little surprise.
The well-built and athletic man smiled as he looked at Quen.
The girl stood up to allow the man who was none other than her lecturer to sit in front of her.
"Come, sir, please sit."
"Trimaksih." the man sat in front of Quen. Then order capucino to the barista.
"Only alone?"
"Can you, same father?" jawan Quen joked.
"Yes... Same girlfriend maybe."
"No, Sir. " Quen smiled as he stirred up the lattenya that came first.
Aditya was silent, seeing from Quen's face, he didn't seem to like being invited to talk about girlfriends. And again, from the news he knew, Quen never dated. Once, but not long after breaking up. With just that one guy.