Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 44

"Mas Al, it's early in the morning, looking for Fatiya's umi, huh?" ask Zahara.

"No, I'm looking for Nayla. In her mama, Za?" al asked as his eyes rolled into the room.

"Nayla, huh? Just a minute, yeah." The girl walked in to call her new friend.

Zahara thought he had come to taste her lately after almost every day he delivered food to Al at the cafe where he worked. However, this time the man was openly looking for the widow of one child, why?

"Nay, sought after," Zahara said expressionlessly.

He walked past Nayla without a smile on his face.

"Who, Za?" ask the jelly-eyed lady.

But Zahara ignored him and left Nayla.

Nayla was silent for a moment to find the nature of Zahara that recently changed drastically. No longer as friendly and fit as before, he tends to be indifferent and indifferent, trying to avoid when in joint activities.

Zahara left his job in the kitchen, went to the front who would have been looking for him. Although he felt that no one knew him but Al, he was still unsure if Zahara's expression was like that.

"Assalamualaik."

Al is stunned to find Nayla who changes her appearance with a hijab. Her inner beauty seemed to radiate more and more like a full moon.

"Mas, Al?" The woman waved her hand in Al's face.

"Eh, wa... Hallway, Nay. You are so beautiful. I'm getting stuck" Al said with a smile.

Hearing the praise from Al, Nayla bowed shyly and blushed.

"Mas, don't tell me that, deh, Nay would be embarrassed."

"You really are beautiful."

"What's this early in the morning Mas Al looking for Nayla?" the woman asked to shift the topic.

"Me, anyway. Like you, want to not be confused?" al said with a seductive smile.

"Diminum, Mother. The tea!"

Suddenly Zahara appeared from behind a casing and presented Al with a cup of tea, with an uneasy look as he glanced at Nayla next to him. Unasked, Zahara sat in front of Al, reluctant to go back inside.

Al actually felt a little awkward with Zahara. But, the brown-eyed man did not want to bother. He tried to find an atmosphere by inviting two beautiful women in front of him.

"Zahara, has college smester brpa?"

"Smester six, Mas. Take an accounting major."

Al nodded slowly, then his eyes were turned aside on Nayla. He smiled a little at the woman who looked calm with a milk-brown hijab, making her face look brighter.

"Bilqis where, Nay? Get him here? Never a fuss, right?" al asked attentively.

Nayla smiled at the increasingly changing expression of Al, whether gr or what, she felt that Al was getting more attention with her and her daughter.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. Bilqis is at home, here are many of his playmates."

"Thank God. You busy aren't you? Take a walk, let's know the outside world, the time is only in the parlour, only?"

Suddenly, Zahara's face changed. Without excuse the girl went inside while stomping her feet.

Zahara felt sad even his tears had flowed, there was a sense of dislike when Al attention to Nayla and her son, especially when the man took Nayla and her daughter for a walk. His heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of thorns to formless.

"Zahara, Son. You're here?"

The girl quickly wiped away the tears on both of her cheeks. And look at the person who called him.

"Umi, what's wrong?" ask the girl.

The woman smiled at her daughter's behavior, then rubbed the back of her only daughter's head.

"Life is fully arranged by God. Everything goes against his will not our will, you know why?" Umi Fatiya showed her smile that was full of patience.

"Why, Umi? Is there no reason that God will not change a people unless they try to change it?"

"Son, there are indeed some in this world that can be changed, and some that are not. Like a man who works and prays, God will change his life. But if it's nature, for example you were born like a woman, can you turn yourself into a man?"

Zahara gently nodded. He understood very well what Uminya had said.

"Never hope and strive to please man, for. It'll disappoint you. Let everything flow like water. You're a woman, Zahara. Don't let your crown fall for running around chasing something that wasn't meant for you."

"Is Mas Al not Zahara's destiny, Umi?"

"Nobody knows, son. God knows what is best for his people. What you think is good is not necessarily good for God."

Zahara fell silent again, he did not want to argue much with Uminya.

"Zahara wants to get ready first, to campus, Umi."

"Yes, be careful."

On the other hand, Al invited Nayla and Bilqis to his third mall spending a long time in Time Zone.

Bilqis is very happy especially Al was able to get a lot of cute dolls for him to take home.

"Baby, Al. Is this not excessive? You work hard at the cafe all night just for this? Don't you think you want to save for your future?" nayla felt bad.

"Why? This is what I get for free from the games I play," replied Al then. "are you hungry? Eat first, yuk! Then we go home."

Nayla is confused to choose a menu to eat, she is not used to eating expensive foods like this. He gawked when he found the price of fried rice perporsi only Rp.32,000.

"Just nasgor aja this way, at the foot of five at least only ten thousand, there are already chicken eggs and cucumber defaults.

"Nay, what do you want to eat?" al asked while holding Bilqis.

"Mas, Nay isn't hungry. Let's go home yuk!" bring Nayla.

"Ok, I chose, huh? Must be eaten!" Excited Al while walking carrying the queue number to the koslng table.

About five minutes later two waiters brought their orders.

Al ordered rice grilled meat, while Bilqis ordered rice grilled shrimp and sauteed broccoli. For Nayla she ordered a sweet spicy crab.

Al painstakingly opened the shrimp skin for Bilqis and fed the boy.

Once enough, Al takes Nayla and her daughter back to the home.

"Nay, I'll go back, okay? Oh, and" said Al. He also said goodbye to Bilqis and kissed the two cheeks of the toddler lovingly.

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"Well, it's hot today, huh?" Quen set the temperature of his room ac to be cooler. Fanning his neck with the book he was holding.

He took the position of the bed and began to close his eyes, but, after a few moments a video call came from the device in his bag.

He smiled as soon as he found the name on his monitor screen.

Quen held up the call and pointed his phone screen in front of his face.

"What's going on in the afternoon calling me?" said Quen.

"You know what I'm doing? Look at me making a fruit pudding" said the man, showing a pink pudding on the bottom and a clear white on top with a sprinkling of basil on the surface while inside was wine, the stowberry is also a kiwi.

"It's so pretty, did you make it?" quen asked with a laugh.

"of course. Lookie! I still wear my apron. You know who this Quen is for?"

"Thankfully you ate it yourself, right? Haha." Quen covered his mouth with his right hand.

"No, I'm going to give it to a special girl" the man said. While removing the apron, fold it, and then put it in one of the kitchen set drawers in his kitchen.

"Who? You have a special girl, right?"

"Your head. Twenty more days later you'll know, I'll feed the girl, byee!" Alex yells and turns off the video call.

Quen smiled amusedly at Alex's recent behavior that seemed funny to him.

He looked back at the shell containing the pearl necklace again. Quen closed his eyes recalling the memories of High School. It wasn't special, but it was enough to make the girl smile.

Quen walked out of the room lazily when he heard the sound of a bell ringing, peeping from the hole in the door was Al who came.

"Tumben day and day brother came here," said Quen as soon as the door opened wide.

"Don't bring you lunch, no."

"Thank you, you know that I'm hungry." Quen received the package and walked into the kitchen to pick up a spoon and two bottles of drinks for himself and his older brother.

"Aren't you busy?" tanya Al sat down in front of her sister.

"It seems like he didn't. Why?" quen asked as he fed the rice and baby squid cooked the oyster sauce into his mouth.

"Nothing, want to confide, anyway." Al smiled shyly while scratching his non-itchy nape.

Quen stared intently at his brother. Unlike usual he was very strange even a little more this time. "What's wrong? You're in love with a woman?" guess Quen.

"You're so sensitive, Quen."

"Look at your weird gig, and again you already know how good it is to make love, surely you want every day, right? And sister's old enough to be single."

"Okay, I like someone. She now lives in a parlour with Umi Fatiya..."

Al's sentence was not completed because Quen hurriedly ran forward to open the door for the coming.

"Alex, why are you here? Comein! I'm eating, and here is my brother, too." Quen took Alex by the hand and asked him inside.

"Hello, Brother!" greet Alex friendly to Al while putting the box on the dining table.

"Hey." Sapa Al returned the two shaking hands like a man.

Quen looked at the two men before him while finishing his lunch. They seem to be getting closer.

"What are you carrying, Al?" quen asked as he glanced at the box within the container.

"You want to know?" alex said while showing his sweet smile like Steeven william.

"What, anyway?" quen asked increasingly.

He smiled as he looked at the glass pudding inside. "This is what it was?" quen asked convincingly.

"Yes, you're done eating, right? Open your mouth!" Alex feeds a piece of pudding filled with kiwi on Quen. "how does it taste? Yummy?"

Quen nodded with a smile covering his mouth full of pudding with his right hand.

"So my special girl, huh? Great of you, Lex. Make everything always good." Praise Quen.

Al cleared his throat slowly and said, "Even you forget that I'm still here, huh?"

"Sorry, Brother. Brother wants?" haggle Alex while thrusting the pudding at Al.

"Thank you, Brother go home first, yes Quen. You'll come home for dinner there" said Alex, saying goodbye, kissing his sister's cheeks.

"Ok, brother. Be careful, huh?"

"Alex, I'm picking up my sister, yeah!" Al shook Alex's hand and patted her on the back.

After Al left, Alex stared at Quen. "You're so close to your sister, aren't you? Just kiss the left and right cheeks."

"Papa and mama were like this to us, so we mimicked, too" Quen replied.

"I also want to donk, kiss you, Quen," teased Alex with a jail smile.

"Kan uda never." Quen protested while glaring.

"Then, now again, Donk!"

Quen grunts more and more to see Alex who is not bored.

"I'm going to the gym, you want to come?"

"Can, when?"

"Now, there's less than twenty minutes left." Alex looked towards the watch on his wrist.

"Well, I'm getting ready, okay?" Quen spirited into the room, changed into gymnastics clothes and covered them with jackets.

"I'm ready, Lex!" Quen.

"Well, let's go now!" The man exclaimed after tidying up Quen's former lunch.