CELEBRITIES ARE NOT ARTISTS

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Until three in the morning Dean waited for Isel to return, seen from a distance Isel staggering because he was tired.

"Where are you from?"

"Uncle, Isel is tired. Isel's hand feels like it's gonna break." Isel's head rested on Dean's chest.

Isel's two hands coiled around Dean's neck, instantly coughing from the cold. Isel's body feels drop.

"When it hurts, why go out at night?" the thing Dean was most worried about if Isel was fighting away from the observation, his attitude was harsh even to himself.

Isel's body was put to sleep on Dean's bedroom bed, sweat and irregular breathing rang out.

"Hopefully this medicine makes your fever go down immediately," Dean said with an unbearable look.

Feelings to Isel like loving his own daughter, the magnitude of Diana's love is also the magnitude of Dean's love.

Dean's head bowed, waiting for Isel to come home in a fit of rage. Dean wanted to get angry if necessary to punish, but when there in front of Isel immediately changed his mind.

"Uncle, Isel is just exhausted" Isel said calmly.

"Do you have a lot of patients until you have to overtime, the body has a limit. If you force it, it will eventually be like this." Dean's very gentle way of speaking made Isel so comfortable and safe with him.

"Isel doesn't work as a madman's psychiatrist, Isel works at the Bar as a pretty bartender." Isel's small laughter could be heard seeing Dean rise from his seat in shock.

The look of angry eyes was visible, Isel immediately sat on the edge of the bed. Dean chose silence not to say a word.

When Dean was silent was frightening to Isel, his fear of his Papa was much more afraid of Dean.

"Uncle forgive Isel," asked Isel to have Dean look at her.

"Plean your suitcase, we'll be home tomorrow morning. I don't want to hear your excuses" Dean said unequivocally, receiving no response.

Isel's head nodded, straight out of Dean's room. There was a sound of broken goods, Isel's heart was racing because the keys to his room were left behind.

"Death to me, why did you forget to bring the key?" Isel immediately sat on the floor leaning against the door of his room staring at Dean's room.

The door of the room opened, Isel quickly stood up. He was busy daydreaming, instantly crumpled when Dean looked at him.

Isel's room door opened, Dean entered first followed by Isel who was looking for his suitcase to arrange clothes.

"When did you work as a bartender?"

"Since the beginning came," replied Isel to be honest.

"Why did you do it? be angry, but don't do things that will disappoint both of your parents." Dean's eyes were sharp not letting go of his gaze in the slightest.

"Working cells are not Uncle's, what's wrong?"

"It's wrong!" dean exclaimed firmly Isel's hand that was full of wounds because of broken bottles also fight each other.

Isel's cry instantly broke because Dean snapped at him also clutching his hand very firmly.

Clutching off, Isel immediately hugged Dean. Apologizing because he only works, what happened cannot be avoided.

Dean's eyes closed, he was tired of asking Isel to go to college so he could have fun instead of approaching the night world, only a few months off his body had a lot of injuries.

"You should sleep, Uncle will take care of your clothes." Dean releases a hug.

Dean's head bowed, his eyes closed again. Isel had gone too far, Dean was afraid if he could no longer stop.

If he accepts marriage, can they be happy. It's impossible for Dean to be able to hurt, but sacrificing himself to live with an unloved one is as likely as Dean to hurt him.

"Why am I afraid, whereas I used to dare to ask Aira even though I knew Ai's love never existed. Is this what Aira used to feel when forced to accept?" dean's two hands squeezing his hair were unable to think normally.

He realized he did not love Isel, but his heart was also not willing to see Isel behave as he pleased because of heartbreak.

"Relax Dean, it's better to calm down and talk about this with Daddy." Dean picked up a suitcase looking at Isel's not much clothes.

All the clothes were put in, there were some clothes that Dean threw away because he didn't like anything open.

"Uncle, Isel's underwear in there should not be opened because of embarrassment," said Isel without opening his eyes.

"Sleep, we have to go in the morning. Uncle wait for you to have breakfast below." Dean closes the suitcase letting Isel finish the rest.

Isel's eyes opened hearing the door close, Isel lying on his back thinking about Dean's attitude that cared so much for him made his heart misunderstand.

For Isel what Dean fussed over the sign of love, but for Dean only limited to caring no less.

"What is the lack of Isel, why is it so hard to accept Isel?"

The incoming call on Isel's phone that was accidentally left in Dean's room, an anonymous number makes Dean curious but let in because he must not open Isel's privacy.

"Who's calling at this hour?" Dean could not close his eyes finally answering the call.

The sound of someone's laughter was heard, Dean was very sure if he was drunk. Bian told me he had a wife he loved so much, but he couldn't tell anyone.

Bian asked Isel to be his woman, promising to love and be happy as long as Isel obeyed and served him.

Whatever Isel wants, Bian will give. Although it could not be the first, at least Isel would take precedence.

"Maybe as long as you can step over my corpse. No one will be able to get close to Isel let alone a bastard who only knows the pleasures of women." Dean answered the call making Bian speechless.

"Ah, Fucking prosecutor. Why is your voice ringing in my head until you get into this call? one day I'll definitely wipe you out." Bian says good night to Isel's head until the call is dead.

The phone was squeezed strong, Dean's head shook. Bian is in love with Isel, he will do everything he can to have her.

"Why do I have to deal with him Cell, a lot of good men then why should he?" dean's body was lying on his bed.

The sound of the message was heard again, Bian sending a picture of him smiling sweetly made Dean disgusted.

Isel's card was broken because Isel did not provide his personal number which usually communicates with the family.

"Married, do I have to marry Isel?" Dean punched him in the mouth for having such a ridiculous thought.

Imagining his sister's face alone was so painful, Dean was afraid of making his Sister disappointed, but if they failed to keep Isel then it was much more a failure.

"How do I talk to Daddy Mommy, with Brother Di too. They can hang," said Dean screaming almost crazy because his mind was not normal anymore.

Dean's phone rang, saying Hairin's name on his screen. Another burden Dean saw Hairin who was not tired of contacting him even though he was not responded to.

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