Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 49
Nothing is right, right? I wanted to go to this paragraph yesterday. But because my eyes can not be invited to compromise cut into hanging because of the drug. And again the meriang effect on the body seems difficult kosen until lately it feels like writing can not feel at all. Ngawang not because rich read newspapers. Hehe forgive. The author will try again to entertain the reader. And this groove will I accelerate. Let Quen go with Alex. Ajas. And the one who guessed Alex's sister Novita was right. He was too sorry for Axel. So the name AXel and Alex are the same just different location two close only.
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Quen saw the big, tall man and the little crackle on his face sitting between his mother and grandmother. Looking at the way they talked, it seemed to be very familiar. But, who is it? How come, I never knew before? Quen murmured in his heart.
"Quen have you come, son? Come here mama introduce you to someone," said Clara greeting him.
At first Quen had misunderstood, he wanted to get married but was still introduced to men. About the prospective husband is mature age his mother introduced with the old man too? At least the age of Al may be forgiven. But, this is how it looks more mature than Aditya, does his mother already think he is an elderly lover?
Quen walked up to the three of them.
"Win, she's my daughter Quen. On the twentieth, you have to decorate it well and give it your best dress" Clara said.
"Waaaah, is this your son with Vano, Ra? Not surprisingly, the results of a unique and beautiful cross. Wajat ya, his mother is quite his father wuah abis, his son is amazing," shouted the man.
Quen furrowed his brows, between surprise and disbelief. Is this man in front of him a sissy? From the looks of it is macho. Gee whiz... Quen did not notice how the man was being scorned. The legs are crossed like a feminine woman.
"Hay, Son. Right here! I was your old schoolmate."
Quen sat down next to Clara while still continuing to pay attention. It seemed like the girl was confused how could her mother have such a friend? Even worse, Quen begins to suspect this man is his mother's ex-boyfriend, again. Gee whiz... Makin.
Erwin took out a catalog from his bag and showed photos of the latest dress collection on his boutique especially the one he designed himself.
Quen accepted it hesitatingly. Opening it sheet by sheet, the eyes immediately sparkled and her lips formed a smile when she found a nice dress.
"I love this, and the wedding I want to take on the audoor theme." Quen pointed at one of the dresses and showed it to his mother and Erwin.
"Well, good taste, Quen. This dress you picked yesterday won the champion fashion show one tinkat Asia, you know." Irwan took out a pen and a metlen book from his bag.
"Let's stand up, let madam measure you." Erwin was serious about measuring Quen's body for making a wedding dress.
About ten minutes Erwin completed his task. He rechecked, occasionally re-measured the arms and waist. As well as length.
"Ra, your son's body goal loh. She's cool as a model, Quen. If you again play around to Anyelir Boutique, look around the same free clothes can money, how?" tawar Erwin with a friendly language.
Quen was still too shocked to meet a man like erwin. He had no response but to smile and nod.
"krrieinngg...."
"Well, who's the eyke phone call again? What is eyke santuy ligat? Hush." With a trembling motion Erwin took his gawai placed in the pocket of his shirt. With an endel tone, he raised the call.
"Holla holla hellooo what's up, you? Mulu's phone?"
"......"
"Yes you layanin, asked him if he wanted a ginmana, rigid not a year five years follow madam, time does not understand anyway? Come on roses, from the start Enyelir stands you've been there."
"...."
"Ok, okay Madam will be right back, you assistant rumpong." Erwin irritatedly turned off his phone connection while shaking one of his legs, then turned towards Vivian, Clara and Quen.
"Lala kumarla, sory, eyke must be on the hunt back, called ma assistant just now in the stock. Who is the boss anyway kok eyke-ruled ma dese, it gq ethical yeee kan yes! Quen, come back first, yeah?" she greeted Vivian with courtesy and farewell with courtesy without losing her stale accent. "Tente, Erwin come back first, huh? If you were not able to attend Lala's wedding, Erwin must have been present at Quen's wedding."
"Yes, be careful, son Erwin. Play here often if you have time" Vivian said kindly.
The three escorted Erwin to the front door to see the car moving out of the yard until it was invisible from view.
Quen who is usually chatty and active this time seems to be in off mode. He just kept silent about the rich bego.
"Quen, what's wrong with you? You're not sick, are you? Or is there a problem with your vocal cords?" ask Clara wonder.
"What should be sprsies, Ma?" ask Quen back.
"Hus, don't worry about you. Two classmates at High School. Dear."
"Friends? Mama has a cowboy friend too, huh? Not-don't ex-boyfriend Mama, right all this time Mama never show her ex one. Different from Papa, seabrek. Hahaha," Quen was all alone.
"Hay, what do you think slera mama's doing? If mama likes to hanky where maybe can marry ma papa you and you won't be like this." Grumpily Clara while glaring.
While Vivian just jerked while shaking her head to see the argument of the grandchild and daughter.
"Yes, Ma. I want to rest first, later at three in the afternoon I have to pick up Axel les." The girl walked up the stairs to her room.
Once in the room hung a bag and began to lay on the mattress. Suddenly a call came in. Curious because the number is not known with doubt he raised it. I don't know what, the curiosity towards the number owner is so powerfully jacking up in him. Though usually he is the laziest to serve the seprtti numbers.
"Hello, who is this?" answer slowly.
"Hay, it's me, Quen."
Degggm... Instantly the girl's heart beats faster than usual when she hears a voice from across the street. The voice he had heard for three years was no longer heard. How is he doing? What's suddenly calling again? Is there a message or just give the news and a strand of longing?
"A-l-e-x, huh?" jawan Quen hesitated.
"Even you can still remember my voice.How are you, Quen?" answer the man's voice across the street.
"I'm fine, how's it going?"
"I? doesn't seem to be in the word okay."
"Why? you sick?" Panil Quen's.
"Hahaha, why are you panicking like that? worried about me, right? No, I was okay, just teasing you."
Quen sighed resentfully, between the relief of hearing Alex was fine and also upset because the nature of the man's jail remained tightly attached to him as if it could not be eliminated by anything.
"I am with in the near future you are married to your lecturer. Did I get an invitation?" ask Alex with a laugh.
"You know where it's coming from?"
"Where do I know, it's not important.all you need to know, I'm not going to mess up at your wedding anyway, like most exes who want to go viral, hahaha"
hearing Alex laugh Quen also smiled to himself. With this silly behavior of Alex, he was sure that he did not have any feelings with her anymore. Although, he used to think that the attention he gave the last time before he disappeared was to approach him again. The voice was completely natural from the heart that was happy for her marriage. But, what's the reason Alex suddenly disappeared that time Quen had never known it. which he knew he was never seen again on campus until graduation. he moved to college outside the city.
"You come, yes, on the second date I'll get married" jawan Quen.
"Byee." Once the connection is cut, Quen tightly memgam smart phoneya. he did not think that for three years did not meet and no communication with Alex, he did not understand, just listening to a little bit of his voice was able to make his heart re-shake up.
Waitaminute! What kind of feeling is this really? why would I not be willing if Alex really went with the others even though I would be happy with my marriage with Aditya?
Quen sighed annoyed, threw his body on the mattress, he wanted to rest for a while. because later at three hours had to pick up Axel and previously he was going to Bela's house first to deliver the invitation, because later at three o'clock had to pick up Axel, incidentally, the location of Axel les passed Bela's house, while for Sinta, he had informed through IG, because as a flight attendant, of course, he was rarely at home. moreover, he has entered an exclusive class or apalag he does not understand. because Quen never liked the profession.
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That afternoon Bela was relaxing in the living room while eating her favorite fruit salad. Then suddenly there was the sound of bell ringing.
the girl lazily moved to the main door to see who was coming.
"Hay, Quen! You apparently? Come here, come in!" Call Bela invite friends since High School into the.
"At busy, huh Bel?" quen asked while sitting on the sofa.
"No. I'm eating salad again, you want to?" tawang Bela while thrusting the salad mangkui widened its contents to Quen.
"Thank you, I'm full again." declined Quen as he pointed his right palm towards the bowl Bela was holding.
"The spicy queen likes rujak, not salad. right? tumben here no old news, no pa ni?"
Quen took out a pink invitation from his bag and gave it to Bela. "Come, huh?"
"What's? seriously you marry me sir the tile lecturer?" Bela's eyes were wide between surprise and disbelief, because secretly he also ngefans and so stalker and secret fan Doctor Aditya Mahendra.
"Yes, that's the truth.don't be jealous, huh?" Tempta Quen while laughing together.
"Emm how is it? Do you think I can't be jealous of you? I was the first one to have a crush on her, uh even you're the one she married hahaha."
The two also chat and share stories, from there Quen knew that Bela would be betrothed to his papa business partner.at first he refused, because he was handsome so willing.
really from the first this girl was indeed ridiculous from the three of them there was almost no sane.
Quen glanced at the clock in his hand, the time showed at three or less ten minutes.The distance of Axel's tutoring location was more than five minutes. Quen finally decided to say goodbye.
"Bel, I unplug first huh? next time if there's time I'll play around here."
"Well, don't yell at you Quen. What time is it?" Bela Protests.
"Four three exactly I've got to be xxx pick up Axel,"
"Axel's? wait don't tell me she's your future stepdaughter, okay?"
"Then? in fact, yes, I want to be the same as his son ogah ma?"
"Yes, you're really going to be a stepmom? surely Axel feels lucky to have a mama hook up like meya, good beautiful again."
Quen held up his bag and stood up to Bela for a farewell.
"Well, I'll go first, okay? I'll take Axel here sometime, ok!"
Quen left Bela's house and went to pick Axel up.
There was no need to wait for Quen to wait outside his car an eight-year-old boy rushed towards him.
"Sister, did you really pick me up this day?" Ask the boy happy.
"Of course, when did you ever lie and break your promise? Come, in!" Quen opened the car door next to the wheel.
"Does papa teach on campus today?"
"No, he's on picket at the hospital. Five o'clock will be home, too, if you ask?" quen asked staring in full search.
"Emm I feel Papa is now rarely coming home, even he so rarely contact me."
"Papa's busy, right now Axel has a mama," Quen said as he drove.
Axel did not respond well.he looked surprised until dumbfounded Quen said there was a mama.
"Why, Xel? you don't like big brother? Brother will soon be married to your father, will you forever keep calling me brother?" ask Quen again with a laugh.
"Ten... Of course, no. So you want me to call you from now on?" axel asked as he stuttered like he was covering up.
"Of course, just so you get used to it." Quen ruffled Axel's hair in a fit of anxiety.
"Alright, Mama. I like you," the boy said with a happy smile.
During the trip the two were too busy chatting until without feeling the car had entered the yard. from inside the house came out a young woman dressed in a formal suit of a knee-length black span skirt and a blezer-less long-sleeved shirt top walking towards a car parked in the yard then turning it around and driving away from the house that's.
Quen had noticed the woman at a glance, but, he did not recognize her. eventually he took Axel down.
"Let's love we go down. It looks like a new oma of guests," Quen said as he opened the car door next to him.
"It looks like it is, but, Axel didn't see who his guest was. had already left first."
"Yes that's not important.we go into yuk. and change your clothes first! Wash your hands and feet first.
Quen and Axel went straight into the house just like that, besides he was used to coming here, it just so happened that the living room door was not closed.
"Mama," Quen's greeting to Livia.
"Quen, Axel, have you guys come?" asked the woman to be surprised. sepettinya there is something deliberately covered from him so that he does not know.
"Yes, Ma. just got. There was a guest, right?"
"Yes, that's anu... the decorator, how about Mama will also download the ghost after the reception at the family home of the bride, right?" Livia answered. It seems like she has indeed prepared that answer. because saying it is also very smooth.
"Yes it's Ma. Quen wants to go home first, Grandma asked for control he said, afraid of his cholesterol going up, for days saying that his body is not good."
"Alright, be careful, huh? I thought you were waiting until Aditya came."
Quen also went to leave the place, but not to the house.he even went to the cafe. grandmother's business, he thought there was a mama and Pak Makmur who could deliver it. For the time being, he still really wanted a3nriri first.