CELEBRITIES ARE NOT ARTISTS

DREAM

Early in the morning an angry Dean's voice rang out, Helen who was cooking assisted by Irin looked at each other.

"About Dean's brother being young or getting old all the time getting angry?" Irin chuckles with Helen as she feels funny about Dean's household.

Yandi who was making a direct call came in, looking at Dean who came out of the room with a head full of soap.

"Why are you Dean?"

"Don't know Isel, from the morning it's been a snack." Dean hurriedly came out unconsciously his hair had not been rinsed.

The sound of falling goods was heard from the room, Isel threw his clothes out of the room because whatever was worn was always wrong.

"What's a cell?" Mama Helen took the clothes that were scattered.

"The wrong cell continues, wear this shirt wrong, the pants are wrong." Isel's cry sounded annoyed.

"Dean is angry because honey, he wants to keep you." Helen endured the laughter of seeing Isel who was crying without tears.

"Aunty there is no history of men not liking sexy women, Uncle also see sexy women instantly smile. It used to be uncle close to the widow, fortunately there was Mami Aliya who wanted to break the widow's neck." Isel immediately ran after Dean who had left the house.

Yandi's head was grimly stared at by his wife, he did not know what Isel was saying because he had never felt with any woman.

Helen's punch landed on the back of her husband who tried to dodge, an event that had been almost fifteen years still Isel remembered.

It was not Yandi's fault, but Gemal's. Isel was a child, but his memory was old. I love to see people in a storm.

"You believe in Isel whose mouth has no brake" Yandi said.

"Is dad okay?" asked Irin who hugged her Papa.

Helen grinned to close the door again after seeing Isel back again taking the car keys.

"Where do you want to go, Cell?"

"Change the color of Aunty's hair, later do not spend the side dish because Isel has not eaten Aunty's cooking for a long time." Isel immediately ran away again to go down.

"Be careful Cell," said Helen who worried Isel run using high heels.

Isel's smile is seen, giving the car keys to her husband who is still upset that Isel forced her into the salon.

"Uncle, why is there soap in the hair?" Isel held onto Dean's hair full of soap.

The car stopped immediately, Dean ruffled his hair looking at his hands full of foam.

"It's all because of you." Dean parked the car towards the supermaket asking Isel to buy a drink for hair rinse.

"A drink to Uncle?"

"White water Cells, don't drink gagging." Dean squinted his eyes to see Isel running away.

"Uncle, Isel has no money." Isel's laughter sounded back again.

Dean's hand stroked the chest, the big bag Isel was carrying was not money, but all toys.

Long Dean waited, when Isel came out not only the drink he brought, but a large bag of snacks that filled both hands.

"Astaghfirullah, patient Dean. This is the risk of marrying a child." Dean smiled thanks for getting tired of wanting to be angry because it would not change his wife's behavior.

"Help help Uncle." Isel ruffled Dean's hair removing the soap on his head.

There were many people passing by looking at the two while smiling mockingly. Dean didn't care at all, most importantly the soap was gone from his head.

Isel took a small towel, dried Dean's hair tidying it up to look handsome.

"Uncle, we don't want to go to the salon, why not just clean the hair in the salon?"

"Slowly say it." Dean looked at Isel's hair that began to be long, feeling affection if Isel cut.

The car door opened, Dean asked Isel to come in. The car drove back to where Isel wanted it.

Isel's wide smile was already in sight, impatient again with his new hair the color he wanted.

"Cell, you don't love your long hair, the color is good anyway" said Dean who did not want Isel's beautiful hair cut.

"Yesterday Uncle said Isel's hair looks like a kuntilanak," replied Isel bangtung.

Dean fell silent, letting Isel out. Not waiting for Dean anymore, Isel asked for her hair to be cut a little and tidied up.

"When did I say it?" Dean frowned and never felt bad about his hair.

Dean got out of the car wanting to accompany Isel, before long Isel came out again with his new hair.

"Why not change the color, the cut is also a little?"

"How is this uncle? he said, Baby, now wrong again. Isel should how? this time, the hair is just bald." Isel ruffled her hair.

Dean's laughter rang out immediately, hugging Isel who was already angry because of Dean who protested a lot.

"Sorry, this is good. Now there must be a wish. We're leaving for a little while not good if there's a long Aunty Uncle at home." Dean tidied Isel's hair.

"Uncle just know if Isel wants to." Isel's sweet smile was seen directly running towards the car.

Dean was not surprised at all, Isel wanted to go to a romantic place to be able to date, but unfortunately the place he was headed to was still closed because it was too early.

"How about Uncle, but Isel wants to put up a love padlock." Isel showed a padlock in his hand.

"You wait here." Dean went to the guard, showed him his identity to be allowed in.

Isel's smile seemed happy, could enter the place of his dreams. Locking a small suitcase containing a letter.

"What's it say?"

"Secret, Uncle wrote Uncle's dream next year." Isel gave me something.

Dean's head shook his head, he had no special purpose, next year was too short for him.

"What if the next three years?

"Five years ahead I don't know" said Dean.

"What if Uncle just becomes a father." Isel wrote something to lock it.

Dean's smile was visible, being a father. He had dreams of becoming a father, maybe his family's dreams but Dean never knew when he was ready.

Dean's gaze was far ahead, seeing the natural beauty that was truly extraordinary. Isel also looked away with a big dream.

"Cell, what dream do you three four know again?"

"Next year Isel wants to be a mother, she wants to be a widow." Isel looked at Dean who squinted his eyes.

"If you have a dream think first, talk as you please." Dean immediately left Isel.

Both Isel's shoulders lifted, Isel's words solemn. If she can't be a mother then inevitably she has to let Dean go. Just making Dean love her is hard.

"Why is Uncle angry?"

"Why do you think we're splitting up next year?"

"Because Uncle doesn't love Isel," Isel replied upsetly.

"You know what love doesn't mean?" snarled Isel with an angry tone.

Pounding a high note, Isel chose silence because Dean did not like to discuss love. It was not easy for Dean to marry Isel, who was his nephew.

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