ALBRA
58. Dinner with Frans

A hug from a loved one turns out to greatly affect a person's condition. Like Alan who was now calm from his tantrum and he was finally able to eat a little food into his stomach.

At 7 p.m., Qyen is still at Max's house, as Alan does not want Qyen to go far away from him. Even when Qyen went to the toilet, Alan had to wait at the door, fearing that Qyen would leave.

“Qyen ..” Alan again called Qyen by his initial designation, as he was already comfortable calling Qyen by name. Of course Qyen had no problem with that.

“Iya, darling? You laper?” ask Qyen who is currently wearing Alan's change of clothes.

Alan nodded, Alan did not lie if his stomach was very hungry this time, because since morning his stomach was only filled by one banana that was fed by Qyen this afternoon.

“You want to eat?”

“Iya, I want to eat. But I don't want to eat chef food here.”

“Then, if you do not want to eat food made by chef, what do you want to eat? We're not in the penthouse, baby.”

“I want to eat your cooking. I want your fried chicken. May yes, Qyen .. I am so hungry ..” complained Alan while holding his stomach.

Qyen was very sorry to see Alan, he could not resist the wishes of the little boy. Qyen thought for a moment, how can he cook in a kitchen that is not his place? Moreover, there was no one accompanying him here, Ian had already left, and Albra was on his way.

“Goodnight ..”

Albra's voice rang out from the direction of the door, Qyen smilingly looked at Albra who came in with a suit draped in his hand. While Alan saw his Papa coming, he did not taste, he just sat still facing the wall.

Qyen approached Albra, helping Albra to bring her coat. Albra happily kissed his wife's forehead because she felt long. Although yesterday's problem has not been discussed, but they will not discuss it in front of Alan. Albra tried to mature, and Qyen tried to understand the situation.

“Kak .. You should have explained to Alan yesterday. You should apologize first to Alan before you tell Meta to take Alan away,” Qyen whispered in Albra's ear.

Albra watched Alan from afar with a smile. He had only seen Alan for the first time like this, probably because Alan felt Qyen was taking his side.

“I forgot, yesterday I did not want to prolong the problem.”

“APologize first to Alan. Then after that he wants to eat my fried chicken, but I don't know how to make it.”

“I'll accompany you to cook yes. You're not tired?”

Qyen shook her head. Doing something for someone he loves, Qyen will never get tired.

Albra approached Alan slowly, humbling himself before Alan, who was sitting on his bed. “Child Papa scented very much. You just finished your shower, baby?” Albra opened her voice, but still remained ignored by Alan.

“Honey, Papa is talking to you. Not good like that.” Qyen helped Albra to speak.

“Alan .. Papa apologize. You angry?”

Again Alan just kept his mouth shut, silent noiseless. Albra tried to hold Alan's hand out there. “You want to eat? Let's see Qyen cooking downstairs, then we eat, and Papa has something for you. Something you wanted most long ago.”

Qyen smiled, behind the cold and flat attitude of Albra, she had a sweet heart and attitude towards her family. Alan began to waver when he heard the offer, he began to look at Albra. “Really?” alan asked who had opened his voice.

Albra nodded. “Yes, but you're sorry Papa? After eating, Papa will also explain everything.”

Alan finally collapsed, without speaking anything he immediately scattered his Papa's embrace. Alan did not lie if he loved his father, only he was upset because of yesterday's incident, his father shouted furiously in front of him, then told him to go home, and Alan did not like it.

“Come. I'll take you to the kitchen.”

“Sister, you don't rest first or change clothes?”

“I've had a shower in the office. Later if you want to sleep just change his clothes,” said Albra who was embraced by Qyen.

Albra held Alan with one hand, and his right hand he used to hold Qyen's hand. They went down the stairs to get to the kitchen.

“You didn't bring your vitamins?” albra asked Qyen.

Qyen did not remember about his vitamins, even he came here without thinking about his sandals. “We will go home this, I can drink it home later.”

“It looks like we're sleeping here, baby. Is it okay?”

Qyen folded his lips, hesitating to stay here for one day, because he was afraid of Frans' anger which still did not like him. “You don't need to worry about Papa, there I am here.”

Hearing that, Qyen could only nod. This palace-like mansion felt like a grave because of its silence, even because of the silence, the sound of their footsteps rang out noisily. This large house filled with a collection of antiques and luxury items, looks colorless and there is no warmth here. Everything feels creepy.

After passing the length of the journey to the kitchen, they also arrived at a kitchen that was also luxurious. The items in this kitchen are almost new and untouched. After all Qyen thought who would touch the kitchen stuff if all who filled this place were men. And maybe the chef in charge of making the cuisine will cook in a different place.

Albra smiled and nodded. “Who will use this kitchen, baby? At most only Ian makes instant noodles here.”

Albra sat Alan in a pantry facing the kitchen, sitting next to his son. From here they could see Qyen with all their might.

“You just open that fridge it looks like all the ingredients are there.”

Qyen opened the large refrigerator next to him, it turned out to be true even though this kitchen was untouched, but the food ingredients here were very complete.

“You just want to make fried chicken?” tanya Qyen took out all the materials he needed.

“Emm .. I just want fried chicken.”

“Kak, you want to make something?”

“It seems to make a good nighttime paste, Qyen. I'll help you.”

Qyen nodded and already received the cooking request that he had to work on. Qyen began to process the ingredients there, starting from bruising the chicken, boiling the paste, frying the chicken and also finishing the pasta that has been boiled.

“Tada ... Dinner is ready.” Qyen brought a good amount of food to the dining table.

He also did not forget to prepare rice for Alan to eat with his chicken.

“Wow ... I can finally eat,” said Alan who was very excited to eat his fried chicken while smiling with pleasure.

“Fried chicken made by Qyen most delicious ..”

Albra and Qyen laughed to see Alan happily eating his dinner. Qyen took the Albra pasta to the plate he had prepared.

“This is the first time I've made it, brother. Hope you like,” said Qyen who gave the plate.

Qyen felt like someone was looking at him from afar, he realized and looked at the big pole there, there was Frans who was watching him. Qyen, who was aware of this, stood up and bowed his head. “Tuan ..”.

Albra, who knew what Qyen was saying, looked at Frans. “Papa,” greet Albra.

Frans just stared at his son.

“Master has dinner? If you don't mind, you can join us,” said Qyen with a smile.

“No need.” Frans begins to step out of the dining room, but his steps are stopped when Alan approaches him.

“Grapa, Grapa should try fried chicken made by Qyen. It's really good, I like it. Grapa would like to accompany me to dinner here?” Alan was already intending to approach his grandfather.

Frans tried to smile. “You just eat, Grapa still no work.”

“Hm .. I never ate with Grapa. Grapa is always busy.”

Hearing her grieving granddaughter makes Frans feel bad just because of her granddaughter. His hand, held by Alan, led him to the table, sitting with Qyen, Albra and Alan.

Qyen got up from his seat, to fetch Frans dinner. “Excuse me, Sir. Let me get you.” Wholeheartedly, Qyen brought Frans a separate plate of pasta and fried chicken.

After that, she sat down next to her husband. Albra smiled at Qyen while rubbing Qyen's hair. “You are brave,” whispered in Qyen's ear.

Qyen smiled in response to that.

“Ekhem,” Frans just cleared his throat to hide his expression.

“Grapa, I bribe ya. Aaaaa ..”

Alan gave a small spoon of rice containing his fried chicken, then gave it to Fans. With taste mixed, Frans also received a bribe from his grandson.

“Display Grapa?”

Frans nodded with a smile. How happy Qyen was to see the smile Frans had just seen.  Again and again Frans felt like the cuisine made by him.

“Papa should eat a lot at home. Brian said, Papa always skips meals. At least, if Papa still wants to live don't be like that.” Albra's voice sounded. Qyen was confused, Albra was paying attention to his father, or was Albra scolding his father? Because the words that Albra uttered were so ill-fitting.

“I don't need to eat much,” he said as he stuffed a bite of fried chicken into his mouth many times.

Albra and Qyen who were looking at it smiled silently. “Where, Pa? Qyen bestkan?”