Don't (Blame) Love
SESION W PART 33

Nyapa reader who was mummet yesterday with the mystery of Al son who.

So gini, Rika did tell Clara by remembering the birthmark on the neck she was sure that Al was her biological child with Bram who she threw away twenty-six years ago, huh?

While in the session one time little Al used Dela because it looks like Vano to be able to return with his new ex-girlfriend he knew that he was the son of a rich man.

So, by ostensibly adopting Al, little Al was renamed to Revan and educated hard from fashion models, ways of walking, appetite, musical hobbies to be like Vano. In order, Vano believes that he's Dela's son with her first. Because Dela knows that Vano is married to Clara. It's just that, not knowing that Clara is his half-sister, who turns out to be a step-cousin.

Dela used to cheat with om tajir because of Vano kere. Accidentally when picking up Clata school Vano finds out and decides Dela even though they are engaged.

While the Om was moving abroad Dela got pregnant from the om. He just dropped it. And several years later Dela heard information that Vano is the main heir to the largest company in Jakarta engaged in the construction of large projects or buildings. Dela is looking for a way to get back at Vano by using Al.

Once the cover is exposed, Al or Revan is not Dela's child, but the orphanage child Fatiya umi finds herself in front of the orphanage gate.

Ok, do you remember back, right? Back to next part.

After breakfast Al deliberately invited Quen to Mother's Valentines center to meet Umi Fatiya and make donations to the children's home.

"Sister, what don't we buy for the kids?" quen asked for advice.

"Love money only, more useful. How many children we don't know, Quen."

"There must be a baby in the home, brother? In addition to money, we can buy milk pumpers for them. Baby whispers and food for toddlers. For our children to bring cakes and toys, how? Here I prepared my small clothes first, so that the former is still worth using for the children of the home," said Quen while carrying a large cardboard containing clothes.

Al looked in admiration at his sister. Although he was still young and had no experience but his thoughts were very advanced and mature.

"You're such a pinter, honey?" Praise Al while embracing Quen's lower-than-height shoulder.

Al and Quen immediately set off and did not forget to stop by the Baby completeness store to buy milk for all ages from zero months to six years old, as well as pemprs of various sizes in many jumblah.

Quen's eyes were fixed on the letter pazel toy with a unique shape and a variety of colors, he smiled in remembrance of Axel, and muttered next time I would buy it for him now for the orphanage only first.

Long enough for Al to wait for Quen in front of the cashier, because he was still quiet on the spot, Al also called his sister to send misfortune to Panti.

About thirty minutes Al and Quen have arrived. Many of the children playing in the courtyard of the parlour ran towards their cars. As soon as Al and Quen came out, they got a really great reception from the panto sisters.

Quen looked very happy, he looked at Al, as if gesturing for permission to play with them, Al nodded with a knotty smile.

"Assynnya!" Al cried in the home depam.

"Mualliksalam." An old woman with a clean and shining face wearing dark purple shar'i clothes came out, as the woman watched Al closely. And looked towards Quen who was playing around with the little boy in the courtyard.

"Can I help you?" ask the woman.

"Is this really Umi Fatiya?" al said, asking back.

"Yes, I'm alone. Come on, come on in!" The woman was inviting.

"Umi, I'm Fatih, Al Fatih." Al grabbed Fatiya's right hand and kissed her three times.

"God be my son, Fatih? You're a big boy now, son? Come inside!" Umi Fatia said.

The two chatted with each other to take off their longs. About six years Al never again came to the marim first, before he went to college in Japan, he was with his adoptive parents and also sometimes with Vivian still often here. At least once a week.

"Where are your friends, you? Why don't you come in?" ask Umi Fatiya while putting two cups of tea on the table for Al and Quen.

"Let him play, Umi. He likes kids." Al's eyes sided out through the wide open window.

"You're married?" umi Fatiya asked in full search but her lips formed a smile.

Al smiled as he shook his head.

"He's your future wife?"

"Goufffff!" Al choked with Fatiya's umi question, obviously when the tea was about to enter his throat he wanted to talk to give an explanation, so, he choked instead.

"Umi, she's Quen. My baby sister used to be" said Al, while still slightly coughing her face reddened by choking, not shame.

"Umi, actually Al came here there is a need with Umi, is it true that Umi found Al in front of the fence of this home?" al asked with a serious face.

"Yes, Al. Why?"

"It's okay, Umi," jawan Al sedikiy riled up.

Shortly thereafter, a woman of Indonesian-Australian nationality appeared. With a height of about 170cm. He gave Al a snack and smiled. The look in his eyes was so soft and deep.

Al was fixated on looking at the woman's bead that was golden brown, like her bead.

When the woman came back in, Umi Fatiya again threw a question to Al.

"What's wrong, Fatih boy are you asking that question? Let's just say, maybe Umi can help you find answers.

"Umi, if I need Umi's help to find my parents, can Umi help?" jawan Al is desperate.

Umi Fatiya smiled broadly at the baby she cared for until she was almost six years old.

"Why are you looking for your parents, Fatih? Are your foster parents not good?"

"No, Umi. Yesterday a woman admitted that I was her son. It's just, I'm not sure. Seeing my physical like this there must be a genetic factor if I am an outsider, not an official Indonesian, right?"

"Then,?" asked Umi Fatiya attentively.

"I traced, maybe she was my mother and had been with Bule, but, in fact, nil. The person my biological father assumed had a very Indonesian face."

"So there's something that makes you sure you're not her son, right?"

"Ada, Umi. That's why Fatih came to see Umi Fatiya. The woman told my mom to put me in front of the house, she knocked on the door and ran as soon as she heard the word from inside. He believed it because I had a birthmark on my neck" Al said, opening one of his shirt buttons and showing a live mole next to Kanan.

"What's your purpose in tracing that? Would you go back to her if she was your real mother?"

Al looked down and nodded, "My mother and sister would be sad if I preferred my real mother."

Umi Fatiya smiled, and asked Al to invite Quen in. Because it is time for the children to prepare the dzuhur prayer.

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After the children congregated they had lunch together, then gathered in the hall listening to one of the parlour staff tell him about the prophet, and the theme today is that Moses had a miracle that could split the sea called the red sea.

Not only the children of the orphanage, Quen was also swept away in the atmosphere told by Miss Diana. During his life he did not know much about religion, his life was free from polite origin and not naughty. Dressed, Quen is also often open.

"Sister!" Excited a child while giving a long, wide, black sheet of thin cloth to Quen.

The girl accepted it with a confused look. What do you want in this cloth? I guess that's how he thought.

The little girl smiled sweetly showing her neat and small rows of teeth while gesturing with her tank placed over her head.

But, Apparently Quen was still unconscious as well. Then the ten-year-old took the cloth back and covered it on Quen's head and formed an original hijab without a safety pin, and the girl pointed her thumb at Quen and said, "The woman of her beauty will look perfect with disdain."

Quen was fixated, not trusting him to be rebuked by a child. Luckily he wears a long jens with only a tear on his knee and a shirt whose arms he folds up to his arms almost elbows. So, it can still be polished, hijab that is withered.

After the children sleep, Al and Quen mohob themselves to go home. Umi Fatiya also told Al Agat to invite his parents if they return next week and Al agreed.

"You go home, what to the apartment, Quen?" Three times Al said his sentence but Quen was still dumb not sharp. Apparently he was daydreaming.

"Hey!" Exclaim Al while holding out his sister's arm.

"Eh, what, Brother?" quen asked in shock.

"Dream, watch out for the sinking." Canda Al teases her sister. "kqu come to what house to take to the apartment?" ask Al again.

"Go home, sister." replied Quen briefly.

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