Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 42
Al woke up early, he came to the kitchen to meet his mother who was preparing breakfast with Lyli.
"Tumben you're here, why, Al?" ask Clara full of slidik.
"What's the hell, Ma?" ask back Al.
"Bikin nasi goreng, why?"
"The breakfast is Al-Papkanin yes, Ma," said Al with a grin.
"You want to go to cafe om Reza again?"
"Yes, it was payday yesterday" replied Al.
Clara just shook her head. He felt a change in his son.
Before half-seven, Al had arrived at Naila's boarding house, he brought fried rice from home for Naila's breakfast.
"You eat, this is my mother who made it." Al handed out a package of crackles containing one medium-size box of fried rice.
"Mas, why bother?" said Naa feeling sad.
"It looks like my mom brought a lot, it's enough for the three of us. It doesn't look spicy. You can feed Bilqis all of you."
Al sat leaning against the wall, thinking of Nayla's fate if she was to come to Japan. Maybe he could work, but whose son is he with? He comes home maybe once a month and only a few days at home, even if there is not much work.
Al was silent for a moment trying to rotate his mind to find a way how good.
But, because he beleum found a way, so after breakfast he went to the cafe.
Simultaneously he opened with Reza and two other employees Zahara had come to the cafe with a box of whatever the contents were. Reza smiled at Al meaningfully. Looks like I know the gadia's max hijab.
"Baby, Al. Zahara made a lot of cake, maybe Mas Al can try it," said the girl in a soft voice, very similar to umi, umi Fatiya.
"Zahara, why bother? Thanks, huh?" al said as he received the box from Zahara's hand.
"Sama-sama Mas's. Yes already, Zahara spent first for kitchen needs." The girl begged herself too.
Because Al felt full he offered his cake to Reza and two colleagues. And in an instant the cake was gone.
"Who is it, Al?"
"Him? The son's the parlour manager, Om."
"Beautiful, huh?"
"The girls are all beautiful" replied Al Cuek.
Reza chuckled, patting Al on the shoulder a few times. "Let's get a little sensitive, the girl likes you, before you go to Japan what's wrong with saying your love to her, rather than regretting it!"
Hearing Reza's advice, Al finds a solution about Nayla, she can be deposited in an orphanage. He can help the work of Umi Fatiya and Bilqis, must be happy there many friends. Even if Nayla's ex-husband finds her there. He definitely can't do anything.
"Thank you, um I'm going on vacation today, or exchange cif, I'll be in for a night cif, okay?" al hurriedly left.
Reza just smiled to find Al's cock. He thought the young man was after Zahara, but he was not.
Al walked into the hallway of Nayla, when she was guarding her son while sweeping the front porch of her house.
"Loh, Mas Al, why are you back?" the woman asked in wonder and full of question marks.
"You come with me for a moment" said Al impressed to rule and must be obeyed.
Without ba bi bu, Nayla put her broom inside for a while and she came out and followed Al.
"Lake in!" al Seraya's orders opened the car door.
"Mas Al's car?" ask Nayla.
"Of course not. It's my boss's, don't ask too many questions later I'll find out."
About forty minutes, the two arrived at the orphanage run by Umi Fatiya.
his mind started everywhere.
"Why are we going to the orphanage, Mas?"
"Say you want to pay your debt to me? Yes work here help take care of the children. Where else can you work without leaving Bilqis?" answer Al. In his heart he also wanted to laugh to find Nayla's expression and the answer she had just thrown.
"Yes, Mas Al is right. Thank you Mas, uda help Nayla a lot, may God repay her with more kindness that doubled you, Mas."
"Yes you must also repay me kindly, donk! Let's go down."
This time it was not Umi Fatiya who opened the door but Zahara. The girl smiled when she found Al coming, but, as soon as she saw behind Al a woman of her age leaning over the child, her smile faded.
"Look, Mas. Umi's still behind let Zahara call umi first." The girl walks to the back while Al invites Nayla to sit inside.
Soon a middle-aged woman appeared in her trademark clothes, hijab syar'i approached the two.
"Assalamo."
"Waalaikumsalam, Umi." Al stood up and kissed the woman's hand.
"There's a need for what, son, Al, the early-morning tumben here is not with Nak Quen."
"Listen Umi, this is Nayla. actually Al wants to ask Umi to give him a place to live here. He has no brothers here. Last night Al met her she terrorized her ex-husband, Umi. Please, yeah. Cassian him," said Al begging.
Umi sighed in a smile and then started interrogating Nayla.
"Son Nayla, how old are you?" umi Fatiya asked with her gentle smile and exuded sincerity.
"I am twenty-three, Umi."
"That's his daughter, huh? What age?"
"It's only been a year and a half" jawan Nayla looked at the child's face in his lap.
"What's the matter with your husband, Nayla?"
"Look Umi, the age of twenty I married her, likes her at first, but, after the marriage runs three months, her nature is increasingly turning rough, even when Bilqis was two months old, he divorced me unilaterally for the sake of another woman, and several months ago he again asked for a blessing because of his woman's appearance, I refuse because I am tired of being a victim of the KDRT and the police of Bilqis also if I have to see events like this, I intend to avoid when he comes instead he chases, lucky last night to meet mas Al."
Nayla wiped away her tears, the sadness she tried to cover up as if she was coming back with her telling this to Umi.
Al watched Nayla, he could not bear to see the woman crying, wanting it to feel like he was giving her shoulder to lean on, but, was it worth it while in front of them was Umi Fatiya.
"That's it, huh? That's so sorry, you son. You're the same age as that umi princess, Zahara, she's also twenty-three. Now you can stay here, and follow the activities here. And Bilqis must be happy, yes a lot of friends here.
"Zahara, Son. Please get Bilqis to play with her friends, yeah."
Soon Zahara came half-run, then took Bilqis back.
About thirty minutes the three chatted to and fro, Finally Al had to beg himself. Umi Fatiya back then used to give time for the two to talk. Maybe something needs to be delivered personally.
"Mas, thanks again, huh?" nayla smiled. But her tears are watering.
Spontaneously Al swept away the tears with the tip of his thumb.
"Have not cried again, you are well here with Bilqis, yes. I promise I'll come here often."
"Yes, Mas. Yes, thank you." The woman was sobbing because of Haru. Still do not believe in his fate that is so lucky to meet Al, and even Al brought him here to ensure his safety and Bilqis.
Al took something out of his pants pocket and gave Nayla a white envelope of the salary she received yesterday from Reza and a rose gold cell phone.
"You're using this to call me if there's anything. And this makes the handle, every time you need something you can buy."
"What else is this, Mom?" nayla's crying was getting broken, she had never been treated kindly and attentive all this time before, jila was once possible in the village, he had also forgotten what it felt like to love someone else three years ago.
Al embraces Nayla in her embrace, she can't bear to cry, for some reason, she suddenly feels like protecting and comforting Nayla.
"I'm back to work first, yeah Nay. You're fine here."