Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 32

Quen stood in front of the mirror put a white hat with a reversed position, and folded the arm of his white shirt from one elbow to the top of his arm is not short. He's circling. Make sure that the shirt chosen is really loose with a blend of bright blue hot pant and white catu. Simple but very elegant.

He dragged his suitcase out. Almost overnight he prepared to sort out the clothes and items he would bring there.

"You leaving now?" vano asked his daughter.

"Yes, Pa. I have a lecture later this afternoon."

"Ok, let's go. You need a car or maybe a motorbike over there, Quen?"  haggling Vano again.

"It's not necessary, Pa. Quen if cm to places near the walk, if you want to come here there is a bulge," replied Quen.

"Ok well."

Without feeling three days Quen lived in his papa's apartment. Actually the apartment was renovated for Al's twenty-seventh birthday gift. But, since there was a problem, maybe Al could occupy their once-dwelling house, that is. Andrean was so happy that Clara was pregnant. It's just that, seeing Al like that, Vano and Clara are not sure Al will accept it.

Returning from campus Quen stopped at one of the shops, more precisely tegal stalls. The girl was born from a wealthy family, but, because of her habit of mingling with lower middle-class children, her lifestyle followed her friends. I don't like to show off. And the habit of saving is on him since elementary school. So to eat vegetable rice and fried fish side dishes he does not have to go to a fancy restaurant that one portion will definitely spend about a hundred thousand dollars. While here, he just enough to spend about twenty thousand already can complete rice, saute kangkaung, one medium-sized fried tilapia two pieces of tofu tempeh and one plastic iced tea.

Quen walked towards his apartment about a hundred meters from his campus. Suddenly, a car honks. "Need to be in between?" Ask the person who is driving the car.

"Thanks, Sir. Not necessary. I just live near here, really," replied Quen politely.

"Where do you live? Not going home?"

Quen shook his head while smiling.

Aditya observes the young girl in front of him, his right shoulder holds the bag and his two hands carry the bag.

"Where are you from?"

"This sir, from the warteg, buy rice for dinner tonight."

"Yes, it's already dark, it's not good for girls to roam alone at night" said Aditya.

Finally Quen was obedient to get into the car of his lecturer who was quite familiar.

"How long have you been living here?" ask Aditya curiously.

"It's been almost three weeks anyway, sir "While Quen is in the kitchen preparing dishes for dinner with her lecturer.

Aditya observes Quen who seems deft at doing things, as if he is used to it.

"Let's pack dinner first, buy him one serving, anyway. That was, but how much, huh?" quen said as he placed the plate in front of Aditya.

Aditya smiles at the behavior of this one student, he knows who Quen is, the child of the people are, beautiful, living in an elite apartment owned by his own father, but, he, who would have thought that he had instead chosen a warteg for his dinner, he secretly admired Quen even more.

after eating the two had ngobtol, until the time showed at 19:30 Aditya pamit to go home.

Quen opened his laptop, repeated the lesson, in the midst of his seriousness, a chat message went inside his phone.

Quen saw who the sender was Aditya.

"Didn't you miss Axel?"

Quen smiled reading the contents of the message, he wondered why Aditya did not say just now, even after he came home, did he just remember?"

"Yes, how are you doing now?" reply Quen.

"She's fine, it's been two days asking you to continue."

Quen seemed to think for a moment, then decided tomorrow morning he went there, because by chance tomorrow there is no lecture schedule.

"Well, tomorrow morning I'll be there to meet the hotshot."

"What time are you ready? Let me just pick you up."

"About breakfast, sir."

"Ok, at seven thirtieth you have to be ready."

Quen smiled reading Aditya's reply which seemed very arranged.

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At seven o'clock in the morning Quen was ready to wait under his apartment. He was wearing long torn jens, white T-shirts and black flat shoes.

About five minutes Stop a car that was very familiar to him. But not Aditya. Except Alex.

"Alex, why are you here?" quen asked as the man got out of the car and walked up to him.

"I should have asked, since when did you live here. And last night I saw someone bring you home."

"Sir Aditya, it just so happened that the way he ran me, where are you going, Lex?" quen asked kindly.

"Nothing, I'm going for a walk, just. You're waiting for someone, aren't you?"

Not even Quen replied, Aditya has come. With a gentle Aditya approached Quan, and stared intently at Alex.

Alex grinned bitterly at the sight before him.

"You want to take the kids for a walk, sir?" alex said and left without a word.

Aditya understood what Alex said, indeed the distance of his age and Quen was quite far, he was thirty-one and Quen was also not even twenty years old. Does love know age?

Quen looked at Alex without saying anything. And do not understand the maxut Alex, he thought, Alex said that Aditya also invited Axel.

"Have known him for a long time?" aditya asked in the car without looking at Quen.

"High School Friends first, sir."

Aditya nodded without giving anything away. Both of them were in an awkward situation, only to shut up during the journey until arriving at their destination.

Entering the gate of Aditya's parents' house they have been warmly welcomed by Aditya and Axel's mother.

A little boy about five years old ran around hugging Quen.

"Sister, you haven't been here in a long time, are you always busy?" axel asked innocently.

"Let's play, I have a new toy from papa yesterday" said the boy excitedly as he pulled Quen's hand and took him running.

"Here, brother I have a big robot! He can move with this remote control." The anal smiled excitedly telling and playing her new toy.

"Axel, let brother have tea first, huh? All of you also drink your milk." said Aditya's mother.

"Good Grandma." jawan Axel.

"How are you, son?" ask Livia.

"Good, Mom. It's just that these few days are busy with college assignments, because next month is already going to the exam." Quen sipped his tea slowly and still grasped the pink muc made from ceramic.

"If you have time to play around here. Your door is always wide open for you even if you come without Aditya."

"Yes, thank you, Mom. By the way, where did I not see?" tanya Quen tried to shift the conversation.

"He was going to Bandung to his sister Aditya's house. Nerima. Mother deliberately did not join karrna already not strong travel far, and again, Axel is also school. Kasian Aditya."

That day Quen played continuously with Axel, the two getting more familiar. Even for lunch, Quen also cooks in the kitchen with Liva.

The elderly woman noticed Quen's movements when cooking, from cutting vegetables, frying fish, and slicing onions all she worked on quickly, her movements were graceful and deft. Almost all the menus he just finished with no time of one hour.

Aditya sat next to Quen. Dilihaynya bakcoy that looks green and fresh, egg rolls containing cabbage vegetables, grated carrots and cheese, sweet sour gourami and sambal terasi.

"Dit, everything is Quen who cooked lo, this," Livia said with a smile looking at Quen who blushed embarrassedly.

"really, huh? Where is the course?" aditya Goda.

"Yes not a chair, sir." said Quen. Embarrassed. "Axel, let's eat a lot of fish and vegetables, huh? You want an omelet? There's a cheese inside" Quen said.

"Taste big brother so good. Axel wants to cook every day, brother Quen."

Everyone laughed at Axel's chattering that was still so innocent and what it was.

After lunch Quen accompanied Axel play for a while and took him to take a nap, he discourse after Axel tidu, as already, he wanted to return because he missed with his mother. But, who would have thought that gadia even fell asleep in Axel's bed. And just woke up in the afternoon at about two in the afternoon.

The girl walks into the living room to find the house quiet, maybe Livia is still napping. But not with Adit. He seemed to be busy with papers strewn across the table.

"What's the first, sir?" greet Quen.

Sontak Aditya turned his head. "You awake, Quen? I'm done with it." The man hurriedly cleaned his papers.

Quen frowned to help and as there was a piece of paper falling onto the floor the two compactly lowered their heads to pick it up. Not only their hands were unintentionally holding each other. But, even his head was both clashing with each other.

"I'm sorry" they said at the same time and both laughed.

"Mr want me to make you, sweet tea?"

"Can."

Quen entered the kitchen about five minutes later and returned with a large cup of sweet tea and gave it to Aditya.

"Come here! You must be tired all day playing non-stop with Axel and cooking lunch for us, thank you for today" whispered Aditya lirih.

Quen just smiled and said that this was not a problem for him, he was used to all kinds of homework.

But, seeing Quen who looked tired he did not have the heart and took the initiative to massage Quen's shoulders.

At first the girl refused because of her fear. How can, play to his teacher's house but instead ask for a massage. And finally Quen succumbed to silence enjoying every massage Aditya. Besides the man insisted, the girl also felt really tired. And maybe if tonight comes home, definitely ask Al to massage her.

"You're coming home after dinner, huh?" aditya said without stopping his massage.

"Why, Sir? I love my cooking, huh?" quen said, starting to joke.

"Well, did you come home this bad? At least take a shower first" said Aditya.

"Alright, just massage it." The girl went to the back to pick up a broom and a rag. Start cleaning up all the prabots sweeping the floor and mopping it.

"Quen! What are you doing, geez... You take it easy, you're the mother who's doing this" said Livia half-tiered.

Quen smiled and kept all the mopping equipment as it was done.

"You take a shower first, and accompany Axel. Let the mother cook dinner.we."

"It's okay, Mom. Quen helped me cook and take a bath" he replied.

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Elsewhere Al interrogated Lyli to wish he still wanted to work or not. He firmly explained that if he still wants to work in this house he must respect the entire household, especially Quen. For almost three weeks Quen had been in the apartment and had never returned home due to many tasks. Indeed he will have a smester exam in a month. It is only natural that he is busy.

"Good, Sir. I understand forgive my behavior yesterday," said Lyli bowed.

"You're not wrong with me. But to my sister. So, apologize to her if she comes back later." After saying that al went to the front yard lit a cigarette and sucked it deep.

"Al, why outside?" ask Clara to come.

"Al smokes, Ma." Hurriedly Al threw his cigarette which was still half left in a state of flaming.

"Ma, somebody wants Al bullshit. Let the problem be quickly resolved and no new problems arise, three weeks ago I went to aunt Rika, asking about my biological father. Looking at my physique like this, there should be an outer descendant as well, right?" al said at length.

"Wantas? Did he tell you?"

Al nodded. "At that time also Al looking, he's a man of real blood betawi, where maybe both indo people can have children Blasteran, right? The man also admitted his scandal during the last two years, and openly willing to do a DNA test to prove whether I'm his son or not."

Clara seemed to think for a moment. Justifying the words of Al.

"Ma, how about we go to the orphanage tomorrow to meet your Fatiya maybe he still has a cctv document who the woman who put me all that time."

"Eh, Al. Mama, don't think about it until then, huh? Rika's mom should be wrong. You're not his son. Aside from the genetic factors also from where she put the baby at that time can be guessed he was wrong. If only a mole on the neck, many also have it for sure," said Clara while patting her midwife.

"What's the matter, Ma?" ask Al curiously.

"Mama was too sad to remember anything at that time, You were found by Umi Fatiya in front of the fence of the orphanage. While Rika put in front of the door of the house of one of the residents, Al. There's a chance you're not her son." said Clara, weeping my neighbor happy in the hope that Al's parents would never be found to be the family's son forever.