Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 20

Quen felt that he was the center of attention of all Cafe visitors. I don't know what they think seeing a young girl sitting opposite a grown man in a caffe.

If they were our pair of girls and papa, wouldn't they? Or even worse that I think om om om storage? I don't think so, Mr. Aditya isn't like an om-om. He's modish, handsome charming. There was not the slightest mischievous look on his face.

Quen observed his lecturer who was sipping slowly his capucino.

Mr. Aditya is handsome, well established he is also a good lecturer, every student likes the way he conveys material, besides he is also a good and patient Doctor figure.

Whoever will be his wife, she will be the lucky woman in the world.

Quen clucked slowly. He turned his eyes to the right side. Not want to look at Mr. Aditya again, do not want to be together all this time to be liked.

Quen enough you stole a look at her class, and this is a short time together lest you like her. Who knows, he has a family. Do you want to be an actor?

BIG NO....!!!

Gee whiz... Quens. You just went to college four months ago and you've been thinking about marriage? Way no. To him in the heart.

"You don't want to eat, Quen? I will treat you," said Mr. Aditnya suddenly.

"Ah, what, sir?"

"Order the food you want to eat, I'll treat you this time."

The man handed Quen a menu list.

"So, what do you want, Quen, just follow" said the girl looking shy and timid.

Aditya quietly for a moment observed the menu list, then he seemed to find something interesting.

"Do you like eating yamin noodles?" the man's lips lifted upwards forming a smile.

"Yes, pretty. So, we're gonna eat that now? No problem," Quen replied casually while holding his chin with his right hand.

Pramusaji comes with a tray containing two servings of yamin noodles and orange juice.

Aditya started stirring his noodles with chopsticks and ate them after the sauce and chili mixed well.

Both enjoyed talking a little.

Quen again stole a glance at Aditya, the man who was about thirty-two years old.

Aditya smiled at the row of white and neat teeth, saying, "You're not used to wearing chopsticks, Quen?"

"Hehe, yes sir. Often use the same fork spoon. Indonesia is pure anyway," replied Quen while looking at Aditya, but immediately sat down after.

Yes Tuhaaan, put a little piece of chili or mustard on the sidelines of his teeth so that I do not see him as a man who is too perfect again.

Do'a Quen inwardly, truly pleaded sincerely to his god to see the less side of the man before him.

Once after the meal and Aditya paid all the bills, including the latte Quen ordered when he arrived. Both decided to go home.

Quen walked in front of Aditya a few steps. But, suddenly he remembered that he would ask something to his lecturer. Darinpada had to chat, afraid to interrupt me his time with the Quen family decided to ask now.

Quen stopped his steps and turned around abruptly. It automatically crashed into a landslide Aditya who was walking right behind him.

Quen's face landed successfully on Aditya's chest, leaving a lipstick stain on the light blue kemeha.

Quen panicked, reflexes his hands rubbing stains on the shirt Men who are his lecturer in campus with maxut clean it.

However, his movement was even exactly like stroking the chest of the field of the man. Soon after Quen woke up.

Oh my god, what am I doing? The woman cursed in the heart. He hurriedly pulled his hand. His face was hot with shame. Like patting water on a tray, splashing his own face.

Aditya laughed at the behavior of the student, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began to clean it.

"What's up, Quen?" aditya asked, as if understanding the girl.

But, because of the incident just now, Quen had forgotten everything. Like there was something he wanted to say but what, he didn't know. He's an impromptu amnesia. Everything was destroyed, nothing left.

The girl did not answer a word other than bowing and shaking her head repeatedly.

"Yes, we'll just go home then. You brought a car, right?"

Again and again, the girl also just nodded. As if he was reluctant to make his voice.

Upon arriving home, Quen hurriedly entered the room. Turn on the laptop and start on IG. By using Aditya's email address he does a search and hopes to get results.

A few seconds later a profile appeared.

Aditya Mahendra

With a profile picture of himself while holding a male child around the age of four years.

Out of curiosity, Quen stalked his profile. Lucky not diprivacy. So, he could freely dig up information from his IG.

A few minutes later, Quen's guess was correct. The toddler in his arms is his son.

There are some photos that are showing off their togetherness with our children with the caption me time with my soon.

Quen heaved a sigh of relief and directly leaned his back on his bed.

At least he knew that the man he almost liked was really a family.

But, wait. Why are there no pictures of women there? Is... Ah, yes. If she is a woman, there may be a thought that pregnant out of wedlock and raising her own child as a second mother. But, he's a man. Maybe you don't want to expose a photo of the woman to avoid crime.

Quen closed his laptop, he took a shower. And get downstairs wearing casual clothes. Below, he sees Al relaxing with his task sheet.

Without greeting her brother, Quen simply sat down next to her while leaning back on the sofa.

"You're home, Quen? Tumben until this late?" greeting Al without turning his eyes away from the papers in his hands.

Quen did not answer. The mood is bad again.

Al turned to look at the face of his sister who almost never looks this flat, obviously just silence Quen has managed to attract anyone because his personality is warm, cheerful and full of smiles.

Al put the file in his hand and approached his sister, "You why? Any issues?"

"Nothing." Quen turned his face. He really doesn't want to joke.

Al was still trying to smile while looking at his sister who was almost pouting.

Feeling uneasy and uncomfortable, Quen moves on and returns to her room leaving Al. He stopped his steps and told Al not to call him for dinner.

"Sister, I'm going to get some rest early. Don't call me, just now I've been eating with a friend." the girl stepped back up the stairs and ran hurriedly to the room.

Al observes the strange gurgle that is in his sister. He kept seeing Quen go upstairs until it was out of sight.

"Looks like you heard Quen's voice" said Clara, who was preparing dinner.

"Yes, Ma. He's back in his room."

"Yes, just call him, have dinner together!" Clara said as she walked into the kitchen.

Al still flinched without answering. Until twenty minutes later. All the houses are also gathered at the dining table.

"Where's quen?" asked Vano to take an empty bench.

"Darling, Quen why the hell isn't this usually the case?" ask Vano to Clara.

"I haven't seen him yet, Van. He just came."

Vano took the rice on a plate and some of Quen's favorite vegetables and side dishes and took it to Quen's room.

"Quen, are you asleep, honey?"

Quen opened the door, she was already wearing a long-sleeved baby doll with her waist-length hair left in a beautiful dilapidation.

"Papa" said Quen and let Vano into his room.

"Why don't you come to dinner with us?" ask Vano.

"Sister Al didn't say, did he?"

"It has. But, since when did your daughter just eat enough outside before enjoying rice at home?" vano said with a smile while his hands were already thrusting a spoonful of rice and side dishes in front of his daughter's mouth.

Quen smiled at the behavior of his papa who always managed to melt his uncomfortable mood.

Without waiting to be ruled, Quen devoured her whenever she was fed to her papa.

"Look at you! Even you still need to be bribed when you don't want to eat," Vano teased after the rice on the plate ran out.

"Papa just brought me a meal without bringing me a drink." Quen smiled and hugged his papa.

He wanted to cry imagining his papa being taken by the actor. He won't get the affection of a whole family. So, with this he is determined to stay away from Aditya. Won't steal a glance and look for opportunities other than really-benae need.

"There's a problem, huh? Same story papa." Vano stroked Quen's head with affection.

"Let's go down with the others!" Seru Vano took his daughter.

"Quen has eaten, Pa," the girl protested as she took off her arms.

"Can't drink yet, what if the rice was stuck in your esophagus?" goda Vano while laughing.

"Ah, papa there's always a way for me to leave when I don't want to." Quen grumbled in annoyance. But, finally he also berutu and come down as well.

As soon as Quen sat down he didn't feel as usual. Either, the atmosphere is changing, know indeed his heart is still wanting to be alone. Even to ask how Al and Lyli had been, he could not remember.

"I ate just now, I'd like a drink" she said, taking a glass of water and gulping it down.

"Quen, this is an apple, Grandma gave it to you," Vivian said, offering a plate of chopped apples.

"Thank you, Grandma." The girl smiled and began to forget the thoughts weighing on her as it turned out.

Quen did not go to his room, finally he returned to get his goodmood. Sometimes Quen's winning mood changes easily, faster than the white clouds in the sky.

But, like anything, he is still known as a cheerful and jolly figure.

"Has Al done his job well?" sahut Andrean's.

"Already dong, Cake. Everything God willing will go as you wish."

"Then how? Did Lyli's parents approve?" ask Andrean. This time he asked Lyli who was always sitting near Clara.

The girl did not answer. Wanted to say yes, but at that time he raised doubts about his mother's attitude. It's just that the mother did not show the slightest dislike or hatred towards Al.

"Lyli, what about your parents?" whispered Clara slowly.

"It was me and Mas Al just meeting my mother, sir. While my father's not in place."

Andrean nodded in understanding. Thought maybe his mother wouldn't make a unilateral decision.

"alright. Al you're patiently waiting, right? No rush to get married, right?" andreas Goda was just a listener.

Al was embarrassed he did not answer, instead trying to shift the topic to talk to Quen.

"Where have you been? Don't usually go home until late afternoon like this?"

"I nganter Gea went home, Brother," captivated Quen without stopping chewing the apple he was stripping.

"Oh, Reza saw you but, not Gea" said Al again.

Pffff... Uhuuukh... The uhuhkh!

The girl immediately choked to hear her brother's words. Perhaps too shocked and hurriedly wanted to explain, while the apple arrived in the esophagus he choked and coughed.

"Flame. Why should Reza report to my sister and not greet me directly let her meet who I am" she protested while slipping her mouth using her right arm.

"Quen, slovenly huh. There's an arm tissue to sleep with" Clara protested.

"The rest is unattainable, Ma." The girl cuefully gave such an answer.

"So when Reza saw you there himself, just came to you, he saw a man coming and sitting in front of you."

"Oh, is that it? That's my lecturer, what a coincidence we met, no agreement" Quen replied, relaxing without changing his expression.

"Then, why are you coming home in a broken mood? Are you..."

"What? Marriage is already. End that. I'll suck if I'm officially a doctor, ok!" Quen interrupted Al and he ran to his room.

Vano and Clara both looked at each other and smiled.

It was as if hinting that his children will grow up to be married and have their own family.

After dinner Al was in his room, he played his laptop but, apparently, could not focus. She continues to be haunted by the shadows as Lyli cries and grieves.

Both are gathered in one house. Al can be professional. Can limit time with family and free time with them.

He grabs his goal and sends a chat message to Lyli.

"Why didn't you give me an answer, did you? Are you afraid your father won't approve?"

Shortly after, Lyli replied, "Sorry. As long as the two haven't said for sure I don't brani rush, Mas. It's okay, right?"

Al took a deep breath and exhaled it through his mouth. He understood, it turned out that the girl was not the careless type. Always think long in acting or making decisions.

"Tomorrow sunday. Don't you want to take a walk?"

"Together, miss, Quen?"

"No, we're both."

"Where can it be?"

"Yes can. You're my boyfriend, is my sister's boyfriend everywhere to take her?"

Lyli smiled reading this reply from Al. Not that he was looking for a car was like a widower looking for a stepmother for his daughter.

It's just, Sia doesn't want to argue.

"All right! But, I can't refuse if Quen wants to participate." Lyli replied.

And this time it was Al who smiled with Lyli's reply. He felt that later if Al put his sister's interests first after marriage, Lyli would not be concerned about it.