Allow Me to Be With You

CHAPTER 1

"Co! Can you not stop singing music that is not because it is? You bother bnaget know?" nathan from outside Nico's room.

Nico did not move a single limb to comply with Nathan's request. 'Saint Anger' still reverberating in Nico's room with maximum volume.

Nathan banged on Nico's bedroom door with all his might. "Co! I'm learning again! You hear me not??" nathan again.

Nico rolled his eyes lazily, but still did nothing. Nico closed his eyes again while moving his hands to the rhythm of the drum.

"Woi Nico!!" nathan shouted along with the forced opening of the door.

Nico glanced in annoyance at Nathan. Nathan sighed for a while, then walked stiffly into Nico's room and toward the tape then pressed the stop button. The room became silent.

Nico walked over and sat on his bed. "Lo tau, which you say music is not because it is called ****Metallica****. And I still don't understand, if there's a guy who can't understand Metallica's music" Nico said cynically.

"Oh, the cave is clearly able to understand the music ****Corn***** if the pair is within the threshold of human listeners, not kayaks that you like a sage" nathan responded by folding his hands on his chest.

"Alahh. don't be so boky deh lo. Kayak lo can just make up Korn's music just like P.O.D aja" Reply Nico then got up from his bed and started looking for towels.

Nathan watched his twin brother for a moment. "Gue can see clearly how your future" he said after seeing Nico who never found his towel.

"I mean, look at this place. Ck.. This place doesn't even pantes in say room. Mah cow cages still deserve more decoration awards" Nathan said again.

Nathan kicked the towel that was right in front of his feet. The towel landed smoothly on Nico's head.

"Gua can also see your future" said Nico coldly as he moved out of his room. "Yes a great athlete, a scholarship recipient, a popular boy trus on campus... Oops, that's not the future, is it? It's just that unfortunately, you've been wrong about Marilyn Manson and Marilyn Monroe"

Nathan stared wryly at his twin brother who came out without looking at him, then looked at the room filled with all kinds of Nico's belongings. The walls are no longer visible in their original colors, because they are full of posters of rock stars and alternatives ranging from Kurt Cobain, Queen, to Metallica. The floor is similar. Dirty clothes or clean, Nathan can not distinguish anymore because it has been mixed here and there with CDs scattered on top of it.

Nathan breathed for a moment, then decided to leave the room immediately, because the aura of the poster released made Nathan uncomfortable. But a few steps before reaching the door his feet hummed a travo.

"Damn it!" swear Nathan while holding the big toe of his feet that shrunk, then stared curiously at the bend that had blocked his step. "What, Travo!" he complained with annoyance. "Travo is made in the middle of the road!" say it again while kicking it with all his might. Of course, the travo did not move from its original place and now the thumb feels amazing pain.

"Observe all of you!" nathan's curse on Nico's kama and all the things in it, then with tiptoe steps out of there.

*****

"No" answered Nico briefly, then sat down on the sofa. His hands are busy moving the tv channel with the remote.

"Oh. But how did Nathan just go to college?" ask mom wonder.

"Mom!" nico is upset. "I'm the same Nathan is different. It is not possible to schedule college together".

"Oh yes. I think you're the same Nathan as a whole person" mother said again, stirring the dough.

"Eat him in the little attention" murmured Nico. "It took me two years of college"

"What, Co?" I didn't hear Nico because of the sound of the mixer turning.

"It's not what. Not important". Nico turned off the TV, then moved towards his room.

"Niko! that's his room in the bedroom, son dong!" mother said before Nico had closed the door to her room. "You're really lazy. Look at Nathan's room is neat, clean." continued the mother.

"Women's room!" answer Nico.

Mom stopped stirring the dough, then frowned at Nico. "The man's manhood is not measured by the state of his room" said the serious mother.

"Ha.ha.ha" Nico responded coldly to his mother's comment, then went into the room. He stepped over his travo, then reached for his guitar and sat by the window.

The manhood of a man is not seen from the state of his room. "That's right" Nico thought with a snort. If the boy's room was clean, there was not a single poster, only a photo of him with his trophy and medal, with many CDs of Glenn Fredly or Josh Groban on the table, clearly his manhood is worth questioning. It can also be ascertained that the owner of the room has a very high level of intimacy.

Nico started playing his national anthem. "Creep" belongs to Radiohead

" But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong there. "