Don't Blame Me

It's Not Possible Not to Know

All day long, Enrik did not care much for Foryn. He just busied himself with Alvin. Actually, Floryn does not mind it because she herself has felt ilfil with her own husband.

Enrik's affair, made Foryn upset and angry. However, even though Enrik pleads for forgiveness, Floryn will not necessarily grant it. Such a thing is like a disease. Can recur if not completed to the roots. And in that case, Floryn had no idea where the root of the disease was.

“Bun .. here. Same Alvin and dad ...,” said Alvin who came back to pull Floryn's hand.

Floryn smiled and welcomed the tiny hand. He was trying to look okay.

“I don't like that guy. Why is he wearing a shirt similar to mine?” ask Enrik to Floren.

Floryn who heard the confession rounded her eyes. Did her husband just admit that he was jealous?

“Don't like why? I also do not know him ...,” said Floryn cuek.

“There's no way you don't know him. If you don't know, why are you talking there? What do I not know?” charge Enrik with a flat, ordinary voice. He did not want to make his son afraid of their debate.

Floryn was just about to open her mouth and explain the true circumstances, but she hurriedly stopped the plan. How could he say something that just happened? Is he gonna tell you that Alvin's missing from his surveillance? Make Enrik wonder and make it a weapon someday? No. gabe. Foryn better find another reason.

“Tadi Alvin thought that he was you. Your clothes are similar. I have to thank that person for forgiving Alvin, for following him,” Floryn said in part. He wasn't lying, Foryn just didn't say everything.

“Hhmm .. I do not know. Looks like there's still something you're hiding,” added Enrik.

“Maybe. Everyone has something to hide, right? Although one day it will definitely be discovered, at least for now everything is fine.” Floryn takes Alvin to the lego house in plain sight. As for Enrik, the man fell silent in his original place. I don't know what the guy was thinking, maybe he felt that Foryn knew something.

“Do you not want to come, hhmm?” floryn asked before they actually went inside the lego house.

“Yes. I'll buy a snack first. You guys just go in deluan,” said Enrik with his forced smile.

Florin smiled back and turned around. He brought Alvin in to enjoy the creation of a child's game that was so liked by Alvin, his son.

***

Elsewhere ....

Inside her bakery, Zoel was sitting pensively. There was something important that he was imagining right now.

Zoel had just imagined his meeting with Floren this afternoon. Apparently, the woman is much prettier when not working.

Already a few weeks ago, Widuri forced Zoel to help her. He wants Foryn to give recommendations for the promotion to be given at the end of the year. It can only be realized if they can be close as superiors and employees. In fact, in the office Floryn is very stiff.

Zoel initially refused the request. However, Widuri's persistence made her falter. He also agreed to Widuri's request, provided that Widuri did not demand and hoped for too much. Everyone knows that Foryn already has a family. Maybe just being friends with him is enough.

"Okay, I'll try to get close to him so we can get along. You can count on your brother's good looks. But ... Don't ask for anything weird anymore!" zoel said at the time and Widuri agreed.

So, after the short pastries and combalan just can not make Foryn interested, Zoel more curious. Though he felt quite comfortable with the good looks he had.

Especially when Widuri said what Zoel did was put his job at risk. Zoel felt like a failure before the war.

"Why, huh? Why do I keep thinking about it? Hey dummy, she's already got a husband and a child ...," Zoel sneered to himself. "Maybe it's because he rejected me, huh? Ck! The little brother doesn't know himself. Kala—" Zoel's words come to a halt when someone comes in and hits Zoel's shoulder.

"But! It's charred!" tukas one of Zoel's employees who is a friend of his sister.

"What the hell, Sher?" asked Zoel who was still unaware of what was happening in his kitchen.

"That, Bang! The charred! The oven!" sahut Sherla still with panic hit him.

Zoel turned his head and looked towards the large oven that was still on. From there came a very bitter smell.

"Cameon!" aspersed by Zoel. Intentionally, so that he does not sound so rude especially in front of female employees. Zoel stood up and approached the oven. He shut off the fireplace and moved away from there. Zoel had not dared to open the oven because the aroma would definitely disturb his guests in front.

"Bang ... Bang ...," Sherla said in disbelief.

"What's in front of a lot of people?" ask Zoel to Sherla.

Sherla shook her head. "So crowded, but now it's less, anyway ..," said Sherla.

"Let's close that door and turn the blower on bigger" Zoel ordered.

Sherla's doing Zoel's orders. "What the hell do you think, to that point?" ask Sherla who does not expect an answer from the boss.

"Minding chick. Crazy, right?" sahut Zoel lightly.

However, unlike Zoel who looks relaxed, Sherla even looks very surprised. There was a sense of disbelief lodged in his heart.

"Maybe ...," inner Sherla.

Seriate.