BUDUBYNSITTERS

KITRES

The house that was given to us for our wedding is now getting noisy every day, if in the old apartment dimas there will only be the sound of my machetes to be dimas, but in this house is filled with the sound of crying twins, but in this house is filled with the sound of crying twins, the sound of laughter and rantings - the babbling of twins and now coupled with the dimas scream that did not stop from shouting my name

“Caca dasiku”

“That fucker brought my socks”

“Read they destroyed my document” it was another day but today Dimas instead yelled

“Caca open the door”

“Read I'll smash this door if you don't open it now”

“Read they ruined your make-up” his brother to me.

“Caca”

“ Bla bla and bla ” outwards screaming but not heard clearly.

Caca, caca caca and many more other dim yells, I just locked the three of them in our room, I'm sure the twins moved and destroyed the room but the screams were dimas as if he had been sodomized by om-o-obs pervert mercilessly in turns.

I deliberately did it to see what response would be done in the twins, I hope after this they will be familiar and loving each other but an hour has passed inaudible screams dimas, I hope after this, nor did I hear the laughter or screams of the twins of worry arrive at me.

curious what they did with – hearts hearts, all the mantras and prayers I have cast for twins.

If anyone says falling in love makes someone seem to hear the beating of his heart then I also experienced it but not in love but these are the deciding moments between war or not.

Not wanting the feeling of chawtir and curiosity to torment me, I opened the door of the room and found that my bedroom was no different from the room that was hit by a big earthquake.

everything was scattered everywhere - while dimas was sitting quietly with a face to face but when his eyes met my eyes a creepy aura was clearly drawn there made me retreat a few steps so intimidated with a dim gaze at present.

to divert my fear I saw the twins still in this room alive, I exhaled strongly, grateful to still have a normal brain so as not to kill my twins.

I saw Daniel sitting by dimas' bookcase with my beloved teddy bear, but I wondered why Daniel was not wearing his clothes

while Danisa the child was still fully dressed and smiling when I saw me no matter what happened as long as I left the three of them, gratitude, happy being one so that I could not say anything more.

I'm grateful that dimas hasn't acknowledged daniel and danisa as his son but as time passes and if I do this a few more times I'm sure that gradually dimas will love twins like I love them.