Stay with me, Ken!

Difficult

Al's car stops right in front of NRButiqu, Nora's business and residence. The third wife of the Baron was forced to leave their big house because Mary was released from prison. Maria didn't want any other woman in the house other than herself, there was only one big mistress. And it has to be him.

Armed with the address and information from Bik Sum, Al came to this place alone. He wants to talk to his father in private. According to Bik Sum, every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday he will come to Nora, it is also not until overnight.

"Excuse me" Al said as he opened the glass door and stepped inside. On the front of the door it says OPEN.

"Please, Sir. Is there anything I can help you with? Here we provide women's clothing, "a young woman who was putting a blouse on a manakin hastily left work and welcomed Al with a friendly welcome.

"I need some blues. Recover the good ones. Size is more or less like you," Al said. At first glance he observed the size of the shop's maid's body.

"Please sit down, sir. Wait a minute! I chose some of the best collections from our boutique, you can choose your own, "the woman invited Al to sit on the Sofa near the stairs. Not to forget, he also provides a small bottle of ready-to-eat mineral water.

"Please. I'll excuse you for a moment" he said politely.

Al swept his gaze across the room, while the woman picked out a few blouses hanging inside the display case.

This shop is about 4x 8 M2 and consists of three floors. The location is quite strategic, there is a shopping center in a luxury residential complex on the outskirts of Jakarta. while the woman chose several blouses hanging inside the storefront.

"Which is closed, his arms are not too short and the neck is not too low, too" Al asked.

"Well, sir," the woman put back two selected blues and traded them for another collection.

"Like what color, sir?" ask the woman again.

"She was white and her hair was a little brownish. Please just adjust," pinta Al.

"Well," the woman sorted through the blouse to order and the size her first guest was looking for this morning.

"Here I bring some, please choose," The woman put 7 pieces of blues on the table, in front of the sofa that Al sat on.

"Surprise for his wife?" look at the woman in a joking tone.

"I'm not married yet" Al said without looking at the woman. While his hands were busy choosing the blues that was in front of him.

"Candidate?" Ask the woman again.

"Yes,"

"Duh senengnya's. Surely his future wife is very happy to be given a gift like this,"

Al did not answer, he just smiled. After choosing the blouse delivered by the butiq employee, Al chose three only. With different models, colors, and motifs.

"I picked this one, please draw the equivalent,"

"Jeans or culottes?"

"Both can"

"Size, sir?"

Al seemed to think for a moment. He tried to calculate the size of the pants that are usually used by Ken.

" I don't know," he resigned.

"More big or small than say" asked the woman again. He tried to help by finding comparisons.

"And I said earlier, just a little higher," said Al after he glanced at the woman standing in front of him.

" Oh yes, sorry I forgot. If I usually wear Size M or waist 29. But if the size is less fitting can be exchanged really, the price adjusts,"

" Pick it! I don't understand that,"

"That means choose one that uses rubber, sir. Be more flexible,"

"Can,"

"Ok, I'm looking for the equivalent for this blouse first yes,"

The woman again stepped towards the display case displaying various trousers, she took several choices. Then switch to a shelf containing culottes and joggers. He did the same thing.

After getting a few options, he brought it back to Al so that the man could choose the one that suited his taste.

"Assalamualaikum," said the Baron who opened the door and went straight in.

"I..." He immediately recognized his son. Their views meet. Both were silent for a moment.

"Mother is still jongging, sir" the woman who had been serving Al so graciously was like she knew this man.

"Yes" said the man. His gaze was still fixed on Al who had stopped his activities from earlier.

"How did you get here?" ask the baron to his son.

"I want to talk, it's very difficult to see Papa at home. Sorry, I had to come here" said Al calmly.

The woman who was between the two so knew the relationship between this young man and his boss' husband. He hurriedly pulled away and wanted to leave them both.

"Let us go upstairs," Baron restrains Della who has already turned her body and wants to leave the place.

"Well, sir," said Della. There was nothing he could do but stand up and bow his head. He was so confused to be in such a rigid atmosphere like this.

"Come, let's go upstairs" the baron asked.

"Please pack this one. One more choose the right one," Al put away one toad and one trouser over the pile of blouses he had chosen.

The baron observed the items his son had chosen with a probing gaze.

But he did not dare to ask. As soon as Al got up from his seat, he stepped up to the stairs which were only a few steps from where he stood.

"Who forbade you from coming home?" the Baron asked after the two sat on the sofa in the second floor living room.

"Two times I've been there, Brent has always barred me from entering for your health reasons,"

"I'm doing fine. It is possible that he makes such an excuse" said Baron, looking into Al's eyes sharply. He sought the truth from his son's words.

"That's none of my business. I've come to have something I want to say,"

"Al, stop acting so stiff to me. I'm your Papa. I've forgotten everything that's happened to us" the Baron pinta wholeheartedly. He moved his body closer to his son.

"But Papa doesn't believe that I'm innocent of everything that happened back then,"

"Everything takes time. Forgive Papa. Papa will fix everything" said the man again. This leg he patted Al's shoulder gently. There was a feeling that was so hard to express from the gaze of the aged man.

"Al," call the man again.

"Yes,"

"Are you okay?"

"As you can see" said Al followed with a forced smile.

"I mean.." Baron hasn't finished talking yet but Al already understood the meaning of the conversation.

"Since childhood I've been good at trading. Not a few rupiahs that flowed in my account and used Maria for her investment business. Ever since I left the house, I started everything from Zero. Just look, I can live off my work,"

The baron breathed. It seems he regretted the action all along. He allowed his fleshly blood to fend for itself out there, while he nourished Mary's innate child.

"I'm sorry" said the man softly.

"Everything has passed, sorry is useless," cried Al lirih.

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