Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 26

Quen took a deep breath and immediately fell on his bed as soon as he arrived home.

Today he felt very tired. Until he fell asleep.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon he woke up. Then go downstairs after a shower.

Coincidentally below there is his brother who is playing gadgets. In the vicinity of Al.

"Wake up your sleep, Quen?"

"Yes, coming home from college was doing group work. I'm so tired of it." The girl also collapsed on the sofa sandara. "a very quiet house, brother? On where?"

"Grandpa went back to his house, his mom and grandma were still softer. Back and forth again," replied Al without taking his eyes off his smart phone.

At first Quen was silent because he felt his head a little dizzy. But, as soon as he saw the shadow of Lyli came the idea of his jail teasing Al.

"So you two were home all day? What's the fuck you do? Not yet a khilaf?"

Al looked towards Quen. With a look as if he was angry, but ridiculous to Quen.

"Hahaha how many times?" added Quen giggling.

"Heh, even if I like the caliphate last night you're the one who finished first. This morning I was at the cafe om Reza. Ask if you don't believe. I also just arrived" said Al with a face of emotion.

"Hahaha kirain when I came home half two earlier you guys miting."

"Hey, how come you're being a gini, anyway?" ask Al wonder. Though from the beginning his sister like that, only if there are others he looks calm and pendiem.

"Yes, I'm turning naughty. Lucky I'm a girl and you're a guy. Haha."

Can't stand the words of Quej Al leaving his sister in the living room. He moved into the fish pond next door. He relaxed for a moment while soaking his feet there.

What if I'm actually married to Lyli? I don't love her. Paying attention all this time is only forced. For the sake of serving Andreas' grandfather and pleasing Quen even I myself was tormented.

Then, if I don't get married, it's impossible to wait for someone's widow, right? Jesus Al... How old are you? Why so fuck? He got up and decided to swim.

Suddenly his memory remembered the memory of two years ago, the beginning of his kambali from Japan. Lyli splashed can not swim he tolomg and held his hand. Not knowing Lyli liked her she felt good. Once you know that Lyli put his heart on him, why feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable?

Al finally ended his swimming he felt bored this way continue.if to his papa company worried that Andreas' grandfather misunderstood accusing his sister who asked him to plunge there. Quen prefers to be a doctor rather than a successor to the company.

Quen is having a video call with Axel at the dinner table. Aditya said as soon as he asked himself. Aditya took the initiative to make a video call.

"Hay, Axel have you had a bath yet?" quen asked happily.

"Yet, brother. I just woke up" said the boy with a plain laugh.

"Why not take a shower?"

"I miss my sister, play here again tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, if there's time, dear Axel."

It just so happened that time Al passed by looking at Quen who seemed to be video calling with someone. But, hearing the interlocutor's voice like a child he was curious and tried to see with whom his sister spoke.

Quen was talking to a five-year-old boy. Both seem familiar. Have they known you for a long time?"

"Sister, who's that brother next to you?" ask Axel curious.

"This? This is Brother Al. He's Quen's brother. Tingi is she?"

"Well, yeah... Higher than Papa Axel. Does he like to eat fish and vegetables?"

"Yes, I like it."

"He never eats chicken thighs?"

"Yes, no. So if you want to grow tall like brother Quen have to eat a lot of vegetables and fish. Do not just eat eggs and chicken. Ok now Axel take a shower first, huh?"

"Good sister, bye bye."

Quen was still smiling as the call was turned off he folded his legs on the sofa.

"Who is he, Quen?" ask Al.

"Axel, Brother. My friend's son."

"Have known you for a long time? It's very familiar."

"Newly, anyway. But we spent a lot of time together" Quen replied.

"Since you like children? Brother just found out.

"When did it start? You know, Quen has never met a child, brother. Sister hunt wedlock. I'm helping my niece." Quen again taunted his brother.

Al just smiled without giving an answer. It's true, all this time Quen has no sister and almost all of his tantric om have children his age. He is older than his cousin.

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"Tia, do you like that girl?" livia asked Aditya while relaxing in a maal when Axel and her husband had slept first.

"It seems so, Ma. But, he was nineteen-year-old varu. While I was thirty-one years old," replied Aditya.

"Tia, isn't love age-indiscriminate? She's a girl who understands manners. Be polite and patient with children. Didn't you notice how all day he took Axel to play? It seems natural that he likes children. You can, can't you, a sincere and contrived bedain?"

"I'm scared, Ma. Who knows, he likes kids. His treatment of Axel was not for my attention" Aditya denied.

"If she's doing well just looking for your attention, it's not sincere, Tia. But, mode." Livia smiled broadly to find her only son had experienced his second puberty phase.

"We were close not long ago, Ma. Just relax first, soon the smester one exam. I'm afraid because I'm declaring love she's in shock and her value's plummeting."

Both mother and son laughed.

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"Hay, papa's son!" Vano cried as soon as he arrived at the door.

Enthusiastically Al welcomes his grandfather and papa, shakes kisses their hands and helps carry his luggage.

Unlike Quen he just kept quiet, as if annoyed with his papa.

"Quen, don't you like papa coming home?" ask Vano wonder.

"Say yesterday morning, why the afternoon?" ask Quen short.

Vano smilingly pulled her daughter sitting on her lap as if Quen was only seven years old.

"You're angry with papa? Look how ugly you are then." Tempta Vano then laughed.

"Ok I'm not angry. But later after the holiday smester take me there, huh Pa?"

"That's your pink bag and the blue one belonging to brother Al dear, you open yourself papa tired," said Vano went to the room to fall.

"You home yet, Van? It's a drink first" Clara said, giving her husband a cold drink.

"Thank you, my wife, come here!" Excited Vano with eyes that are difficult to understand.

Clara sat down next to Vano and spread her head to her husband's chest without saying a word.

"I'm so tired today" said Vano while lying down.

"Yes, here I go."

"No, I'm just sleepy. I sleep first, yeah. Keep me here." Vano closed his eyes while kissing his wife's right palm. While his left arm was embracing Clara's head bringing her into his arms.

Clara was silent and heard her husband's snoring.

How fast did he sleep? Inner Clara.

He sat watching Vano who was sleeping soundly, his tired face was too masculine for him.

Clara grabs Vano's kaman hand and kisses him long ago.

"Too many things have happened to us. Promise us to stay together forever" said Clara, looking at Vano's face and kissing the man in front of her.

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"Lyli, I'll be the same Mr. Vano will go to the house to meet your parents, discuss the details of your relationship in the future."

"Yes, is that it?"

Clara smiled as she nodded slowly.

While elsewhere Vano tried to tip papa Andreas.

"Pa, I never mind if Al should be the sole successor of the business in Japan. But, can't you not use the black path?" vano said when both of them relax.

"If not, what about the security of the company, Van? Many smugglers are trying to find confidential information within the company." Andreas is still adamant.

"Just fire the traitor, right the tools there are also very sophisticated, right, Pa?"

Andreas was silent.

"Everything Papa teaches will not be in vain even if it does not use black lines. Doesn't Papa think of Quen if he knew his brother killed people as easily as stepping on an ant, don't you think he'd be sad? All this time he was very proud of Al and always thought he was a good man." Vano looked towards Andreas who still seemed to be firmly in his opinion.

"Do you need to take over for that?"

"Clara's gonna hate me later, Pa. Just be right. Whatever but I forbid my son to kill with his own hands or by having his subordinates, he must not be my son."

Behind the wall Quen was completely Shock he covered his mouth with both hands.

"What the fuck? All this time grandfather had a dark organization and asked brother to replace him?"

Quen walked back in disbelief with his own hearing.

After a little distance with the place where he was nenguping he turned around to run. But, behind him there is Al collision of both of them is inevitable.

Deftly Al grabbed the waist of his dazed sister almost fell carrying her in his arms.

"You why?" al was confused.

"Tell me, what were you doing in Japan for five years?" quen asked with an intimidating look.

Al was silent for a moment not giving an answer. From the way his sister asked and also the expression on his face he looked shocked because he knew something bad.

"Quen, you calm down, okay? Come along brother we're talking together here afraid anyone can hear," asked Al while holding his sister's hand.

And strangely Quen did not rebel. Maybe because he knew that his brother didn't really want that. And want to stop. He knew Al was feeling depressed with Andreas. So, she did not want to add to the burden of her brother's mind.

In the car, the two just stayed. Al glanced at his sister.

'If you knew I wasn't your brother, would you hate me, Quen?' inner Al.

After a long journey, they arrived at a deserted beach. Seems rare in the human plague, there are only a few fishing boats and residents around who play around on the seafront.

"You want to talk to me, what's a tour, sister?" quen said as he folded his arms without looking at his brother.

"Initially I wanted to take you to the middle of the forest, if you were angry and disappointed with the answer I did not run away to escape," Javan Al relaxed.

Quen looked towards Al with a sharp look.

"It seems you're shocked by something, what's up? Tell brother what you want to say. My brother will answer honestly. Ok!"

"So I accidentally heard papa and grandpa talk. He persuaded not to force you to continue in the dark world. How many times have you killed people?"

"For so long never, but the last brother to Japan was interrogating someone by mafia means but, not until he lost his life."

And it is true Al. Quen forced open the car door, lucky he had locked it first.

"Why did you lock it? Quickly open!"

"You're angry with brother? You hate? This is not the will of big brother, Quen." said Al in a rather high voice.

Quen cried at her brother's words, because, for a lifetime though she had never seen her brother this angry.

"If you don't want why do you have to obey his will? You can refuse. Are you secretly enjoying?" quen said no less high.

"What am I enjoying, Quen? You think it's easy?" Al's hand grabbed his smart phone and opened a video playing footage of him five years ago as he walked into a very tight training camp.

Quen's tears melted from her beautiful corner of neutrality not believing that what happened to her brother was so heavy. At the same time her brother not only trained in martial arts, but, various tortures began in chains, in whips.

Quen looked towards Al.

"That's a basic exercise, for we can be careful and not surprised when caught by the enemy. Because what the enemy is doing is going to be more sadistic than that, Quen. Brother will still love you, and keep trying to be a good person even if you hate me.

Because in my life there are only you and my mom."

"Where can I hate you? You're my only brother. I have no other brothers" Quen said.

The girl didn't mind what happened to her brother. But, there are things that are annoying and need to be questioned. No, I'll ask grandpa directly. If he accepts I send the old boy back to the land of Sakura back, to become the grandfather of the mafia. Quen was alone.

"We go home, or play around here?" haggard Al with a smile.

Quen circulated the view all over the beach many children aged seven to twelve were running around there. Quen grinned at them.

"We play first, brother," he said excitedly.