Don't (Blame) Love
SESIOM 2 PART 41

The Al family was still in the orphanage until nightfall, they were all planning to go home after dinner together.

Everyone gathered in a room sitting cross-legged on the carpet. Quen sits between Zahara and Al. At first, Zahara wanted to sit right next to the man, but, as she was not used to being close to a grown man, she felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable even though she wanted to. So, he purposely ditutul next to Quen only.

"Here, I'll take your favorite vegetable a little, will you?" Barat Al while offering a bribe with his hand.

Quen swiftly opened his mouth to take a bribe from Al's tanga and probed it.

"Ouch! Quen, don't bite my finger!" Al cried while shaking his right hand. While the blond girl still put on a flat expressive as if nothing. Padhal he did it.

Zahara smiled faintly at the closeness of the two. What a perfect brother. Naturally, if Quen never thought that Al was an adopted brother, it was natural that he was very shocked to know this truth.

After Al's family came home. In the evening when Zahara was relaxing with his uminya, he really wanted to ask her something and started to open a chat.

"Umi, is it true that the baby was Mas Al Umi who found her in the fence of this home?"

"Yes, Zahara, why all of a sudden nanyain about that?" ask Umi Zahara back with a soft tone that has become his trademark.

"No, said Aunt Clara mas Al used to be Umi's favorite, why can anyone be adopted? If not, he's Zahara's brother." Zahara. Suddenly he felt ashamed of his own question.

"Why are you, Za?"

"Sorry, Umi. See Quen seems happy, even looks once if he is very proud of his brother.

"That's natural, Zahara. Quen like that Marena was common, from the beginning he saw and knew the older brother was Al, and Al like that because his adoptive parents treated him well."

Zahara nodded silently to the sign he understood.

"You like Al, right? He's single, loh." Umi Fatiya Goda smilingly looked at the face of her daughter who met red in shame.

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Too early in the morning, about seven o'clock Al was already in the cafe owned by Reza. Starting from often dropping off Clara, then chatting with Reza, the man was interested in the job that Reza had been doing since graduating high school. With a little barista knowledge that he got when in Japan first, he helped if the cafe crowded visitors.

As at this time, Al was busy concocting several types of coffee orders from customers, without him realizing there was a pair of eyes that were watching him from a distance.

A hijab girl with a graceful and natural face.

"Zahara, how?" said one of his friends.

The girl stuttered, shocked.

"Eh, i... Yeah, what's up? How, earlier?"

"What are you paying attention to, anyway?" a friend of his tried to look towards Zahara looking. Al looks busy making coffee, his hands are very agile and fast. Only a few mwnits are able to serve five cups of coffee whether, similar or not.

"The barista's really handsome, huh? Rich bule," said a friend of Zahara with a smile.

"What, anyway? I didn't look at him" Zahara replied. Started to behave wrong.

When all the orders were in order, Al relaxed a little, sitting for a moment once his eyes were fixed on the crowd of hijab girls, he was familiar with one of them.

Still hesitant, Al tried to pay close attention. He sat down on the table next to them and enjoyed a cup of cafe latte.

"Baby, Al!"

Al looked back, his guess was right, the girl was indeed Zahara. He showed his trademark smile and greeted Zahara.

"Tumben in sinu, Za, what's the matter?"

"This, Mas. Again working together, Mas Al working here?" zahara asked in a doubtful, uncertain way.

"Yes, rather than in the idle house," the friend of Al. "Yes, just continue with your duties, it looks like there's a new buyer coming." Al also left that place.

While during the discussion Zahara could not focus, often he stole a glance towards Al, when the man was stunned at the buyer, either canapa, very captivating.

There was an unnatural feeling inside Zahara's chest, a rumbling semacam that didn't know what it meant. Zahara held onto her chest, repeatedly holding her heart in her arms as her eyes closed.

"Till here's our job, huh? Our group leader is out of focus, nih!" say one of them. Then fled.

While Zahara still wants to stay there, hoping that Al returns to him. Pretending to be busy with her laptop, the girl remained seated. It had been almost ten minutes, the visitors had started to quiet down. But, yes g awaited him not to inspire him. Dilirknya again a barista place, but, not Al who was there but a mature man with a rather small body in Al with a thin mustache that is also cool for men his age.

Zahara circulated his entire gaze to all corners of the cafe, but, the person he was looking for was not found. He finally came home feeling a little disappointed.

From then on, Zahara went to a cafe owned by Reza, just to see Al. Sometimes he comes with his friends and sometimes himself.

Simultaneously when Zahara at his own cafe, along with Quen and Aditya also stopped by. She did not think her brother was there. All he knew was that Al had rarely been home until night.

"What do you want to eat, Quen?" Tawar Aditya while offering a menu list.

"I want steak and orange juice, sir." Back the girl thrust out a menu list at Aditya, as she looked around her eyes glued somewhere.

"Sister Al?" his inner.

"Just a minute, sir." Quen shifted his chair back to his feet and walked towards the barista.

"How many months have you been working here?" greet Quen with his distinctive loud voice.

"You're here? Why?" ask Al wonder.

"You're nglaundry, brother." Quen laughed.

"come here if you don't eat coffee, brother. What's the big brother here?" ask Quen back.

"Yes, instead of being dumb at home, are you alone?

"No, I'm with my friend."

Al looked at Aditya, not sure if Quen was with him.

"Yes, happy work" said Quen, returning to his seat.

Without feeling it has been a month Al worked at Reza's place. Both are very close. From that closeness Al knew, that Reza used to be the sabbath of Clara. From the way he told Al there was a feeling that Reza never liked his mother.

"Absolutely, you want a long time to work here, Al?" ask Reza while giving her a paycheck envelope this week.

"As long as it's in Indonesia, Om. Because in this time I have to go back to Japan," jawan pre that.

Reza nodded in understanding.

"Home home, Om, thank you." Al grabbed the white envelope and showed it to Reza before putting it in his shirt bag.

Al walked to his parked car a little away from the door of the Reza cafe. He pulled the car keys. In the silence of the night he heard the sound of the cries of men accompanied by the cries of children and women. Al tried to find the source of the voice, it was not far from him when he saw a pair of people fighting. Many times the man beat the woman in front of him who kept the baby in his arms.

Meresa could not bear to see the woman being treated harshly, Al approached and grabbed the man's hand from behind.

"Hey, Bro! It's a household affair I don't go with campu," snapped the man with mounting anger.

Al casually and calmly replied, "Yes, I know, if you and your wife were fighting in the house there was no way I would come in and interfere. But, see what you're doing? You even walked over to your wife in public like this? Aren't you ashamed, Bro? If you're shameless remember how you tried desperately for her."

"Bacot, you!" My man cried while raising a fist at Al. Al avoided it. Looking at Al who had trained for five years in Japan, of course the man in front of him was no match for him..

Not wanting to invite the attention of many people, Al meukul pertu and the face of the person several times to retreat. After the man left, Al approached the woman who was crouching still crying hugging her child.

"Where do you live?"

Al cursed in his heart to see how stupid he was. It was obvious that the woman would no longer dare to go home after what had happened.

"Sorry, I'm max are you a relative here? Let me take you there."

"No, there's no. I don't know where we both have to go either" the woman replied softly.

Al felt he could not bear to see the person in front of him, he also had the fuss of taking him home, but. It will definitely raise questions for the house person, and there will be wide problems if the husband of this woman act and know his identity.

Al finally had an idea. He taught the woman to look for boarding. About half an hour around. Eventually Al found a suitable place to live. The environment is also priced. Intentionally he did not find an elite kind of boarding house so that his identity was not flashy.

Al marked his back on the wall in a new boarding house on his lease while closing his eyes for a while then he only realized that he had not had time to get acquainted with the woman.

"Oh, yes. Whatis yourname? My name is Al."

"Me, Nayla. Mas, actually the man is my ex-husband, he did not accept when I refused the reference" Nayla explained.

Al did not want to pry deeper into the matter of the woman before him, he looked at that face that might be very beautiful if well groomed, his skin was natural white, he looked at the face, his wide eyes are thin eyebrows and his lentic eyelashes.

A moment later Al diverted the padangan on the toddler who was already slumbering on the mattress.

"Brapa's son?who's namany"

"He is only one and a half years old, his name is Bilqis" Nayla said with a smile, looking down at Bilqis.

"Better you get a quick break, tomorrow morning I'll be here, you have no cell phone?"

The woman nodded gently. All right, I've ordered food for you, I go home after the meal comes," said Al.

And sure enough, before long came the driver ojol who brought some food sheets of bread and formula for the age of one to three years.

Al left after giving his order to Naila and he advised Naila not to come out first before she made sure it was safe that her ex-husband was still watching the area around here.

"Baby, Al. Isn't this overkill? What if I can't replace it?" naila said as soon as she checked the contents.

"If you're really safe, I'll help you find a job and you can take it out" Al said, not caring and leaving.

Naila stared at Al's back until it vanished from sight. He went back in and closed the door. Apparently Al bought two servings of food that one contains vegetables and fried dori fish.

Nayla cries, not believing that she met someone as good as Al.