Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 34

"You've eaten yet?"

Quen laid his body on the sofa, releasing fatigue from all day activities. While the man was still talking on his phone. His gaze scanned at every inch of his campus assignment paper.

"Not yet, I'm lazy to go out and I don't think I have appetite."

"You're in the apartment? Wait ten more minutes until."

Just like that the man turned off his phone and rushed to a food court. He happened to be in the mall.

Bell's voice rang.

Quen quickly opened the door and left a long-known pira with two paper bags filled with food.

"Will you accompany me to dinner?" said the man with a smile.

The girl showed me a smile. Although he realized that the proa before him was only a part of his past that was not even an impression. However, lately he couldn't help himself from not spoiling on her.

"Lake in!" The girl exclaimed shifting her body giving access a way for the man to pass.

The man headed straight for the kitchen while Quen locked the door of his apartment. Alex placed two crisp bags he carried on the dining table and picked up a neatly arranged spoon and plate inside the kitchen seat cupboard.

"I brought you pizza and sweet marabak, eat!" Exclaimed the man while showing his warm smile.

without saying the girl was sitting next to the man, he glanced at the sweet cheese chocolate bar with it, as if he showed interest in trying it.

"You eat rice first, I bring you rice and sweet-sour shrimp" Alex said as he opened the plastic cover and offered it to Quen.

Quen tried to push back with his glare, "I ate the hammer."

"Good girl, eat a little!" Excited while thrusting a spoonful of rice and shrimp.

with a sullen face Quen opened his mouth to eat bribes after mouthfuls until the mouthful to lina he refused to again.

"Alex, that's enough. If you want me to eat the rice, how can I taste the martabak and pizza you brought me?" The girl protest.

alex smiled to find Quen's nature still hasn't changed much.

"Ok, I'll spend the rice for you" said Alex and began to eat.

Quen watched Alex eat up the remaining rice that was fed to him earlier, he silently smiled. For some reason, there was a feeling of longing for the man in front of him.

"In the meantime, you don't just study, remember your body condition, get enough rest, take care of your diet."

"Since when have you been so badass?" quen said chiming in on Alex's words while laughing with his mouth full of martabak.

"Quen!" Alex exclaimed, the man brought his face closer to Quen's face and stretched out his hand and cleaned the edges of his mouth that was splattered with chocolate.

"Even at your adult age you are still like a child" Alex said, laughing in between.

"Yes, you quickly rest this evening.I go home first," said Alex, then move on.

At first Quen let the man walk towards the main door, but, as soon as his hand turned the key child attached to Quen rushed up to him and called his name.

"Alex!"

"Yes." Yeah."

The man turned to Quen bediri in a place not far from him.watch closely from the top and bottom which he thought remained beautiful with a long babydoll made of cotton green keropi motifs, which he thought was beautiful, his hair was tied up so that many children had hair that covered part of his face and entered into the white-framed glasses he was wearing.

"You want to go home?"

"Do you want me to sleep? didn't you?" alex laughed.

"Thank you for dinner" said Quen, and led Alex up from the front door of the apartment to see him walk into the elevator until the door closed and get off.

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At Umi Fatiya's request, Al invited Clara and Vano to join the orphanage, today he did not welcome them himself, but it was a white woman with golden-brown eyes that Al saw during a visit last week with Quen.

"Please," said the woman with a distinctive accent bule speak Indonesian, very rigid.

Al showed his smile to the woman, even long enough he was glued to the same bead eyes with his eyes.

"Yesterday Al and his sister came here, sir, Mom. He asked me about his identity, and last night I had a great conversation with Ms. Clara about this on the phone. I understand very well what I feel, but, all we get back to Nak Al if we meet his biological parents, and want to be together, Ms. Clara and Mr. Vano can't force, she said, because he's an adult, he can decide which option is good, right, son, Al? said Ms. Fatiya starting the conversation.

when it comes to people who claim Al is their son I am 100% sure he is wrong to recognize people. There are not only one or two children who have moles in this world. Three years ago our home was the arrival of a foreign national.he claimed Singaporean nationality.His mother is Indonesian, and his father is Australian, he said, it's just that he has lived in Singapore since childhood because his parents settled there.

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"Umiiiiii no Buleee!" shouted the children of the home scattering into reporting to the staff of the parlour.

Coincidentally at that time Umi Fatiya was in place so, he himself who came out to see it.

In front of the gate stood a tall, slim woman, with white skin and blonde hair in her arms waiting for the gate to open with a piece of paper in her hand.

Calmly Umi Fatiya approached the woman who was just about the hot pant and the dark gray tengtop and asked.

"*E*xcuse me, can I help you?"

Without Umi Fatoya guessed, it turns out that the bule woman can speak Indonesian despite the rigid, westernized dialect.

"Is this really the Mother's Orphanage?"

"Yes, let's go Miss," Umi fatiya invited her guests to come inside and chat together.

Without saying anything, the woman pounced on a piece of paper from inside her bag, which turned out to be a photograph of a baby whose face was still attached to the mind of Umi Fatiya.

"Ten-three years ago I put my baby boy in front of this gate, do you still remember him? there's a handsome baby-sosol in this picture lying in a basket." The woman offered a picture of the baby to Umi Fatiya.

Umi Fatiya received the photo with a great hand that began to guess what would happen and who this woman before him was.

"I... Yes, I found it myself at that time."

"Can I see it?" the woman said her face was shining happily.

"Sorry, Miss. This baby was adopted by a man when he was five years old, and the last thing I know, he went to college in Japan, and I don't know his address, sorry. before, he still used to come here with his adoptive family."

The woman looked disappointed, but, did not make her grieve completely.

"What's the boy's name?" he asked friendly and tried to smile.

"At that time I gave him the name Al Fatih, called him Fatih, but, when he was adopted he just changed the call Al. Sorry, what are you asking this? isn't this a long time ago?" ask Umi Fati.

"He is my son, and I put him here after my delivery for three days" he replied as if he was sorry for something.

Umi Fatiya seemed surprised, for twelve years more take care of the orphanage, only this time there was a woman who came to look for her son who could be called banished. because if it's done, he'll have to know one of the parlour officers. However, even so this is better than being dumped in garbage bins, rivers, ravines and even entertained alive.

"Calm down first, Ukhty," said the woman calling Umi Fatiya that name. "Please listen to my story first, Believe me at that time I was forced to because I did not find another way, and because of my limited time putting the baby away at the gate of this parlour hoping he'll soon be found alive."

"And I'm glad to hear he's adopted by a good family and wants to go to school even to Japan."

"Why are you doing this, Miss? is there a problem?" tanya Umi Fatiya began to sympathize.

"Yes, my husband wanted to use the bone marrow of my baby to save our first child who suffered from a disease.he had donated a lot of her spinal cord, But, a few years later relapse of the disease. So, I was forced to go to Indonesia to my mother's grandmother's house and make a false statement that I was nervous. After all, which mother would have the heart to take one child for another, if possible, it is better to exchange for her own life," said the woman at length with a bitter smile.

Umi Fatiya took a deep breath and exhaled slowly and asked the woman in front of him even he forgot to ask her name.

"Sorry, what's your name, madam? I'm Fatiya. The kids and the staff used to call me Umi."

"Oh, sorry. too excited to forget. My name is Jeslyn."

"Alright, Mrs Jeslyn. If you could meet Fatih, would Anada ask him to come back with you?"

"That's for sure, but, if her adoptive parents are very fond of her and she prefers to stay with them, it's enough that she knows that I'm the woman who gave birth to her is enough. I did not expect more even though I was hated because I was wrong as a mother abandoned him here.

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Al, Vano and Clara are stunned to listen to Umi Fatiya's story.

"Assalamini!"

All eyes were on a young girl in front of the door who was wearing a white trouser suit, navy tunic suit and light gray phasmina.