Dion [For My Twins]

Episodes 4.1

“Huam,” Dea yawn.

Last night he couldn't sleep. His eyes remained open until morning. The love statement from Andre made him agitated and agitated. Moreover, the words of Dance who liked Andre continued to circle above his head. As a result, he was very sleepy now. He cannot concentrate on learning. His eyes closed several times. Well, even if you have to steal. Now it is his favorite lesson time. Mathematicians.

“Syhut.. ,” call someone from behind.

Dea. The dance. What did he call her? The girl looked at me with a beautiful smile. His eyes seemed to want to know something from Dea. Is it about Scorpio or Andre? But when it comes to Andre, he doesn't know what to tell you.

Dance down head. He wrote something. Slowly, he gave the piece of paper to Dea.

How yesterday? Won?

Oh. thankfully. Dea felt a sense of relief for a moment. Dance did not ask about Andre. Dea replies to the answer and returns it to Tari. Not five minutes later, the piece of paper returned to Dea. And that's the sentence he doesn't want to know. About Andre.

What about Andre? He plays guitar well, right? Try me out at the competition, I want to see him play guitar

Huh…! Dea sighed. If that night he invited Tari, whether Andre would also express love to him. Or does Andre still not care about the feelings of Dance? Until now, Dea had continued to watch their development. He often saw Dari often invite Andre to talk even Tari had a story that they had dinner together. And special, it happened on the birthday of Dance.

Dea lowered her head. Not because he wanted to write. He just wrote what. Though if you think about it, just answer the word’keren’ is very easy. But why? Well, he's very hard to write those five letters. There is a feeling of not being sincere to show the other side of Andre.

Huh! Several times Dea breathed. He didn't know how to behave in front of Dance. Especially if he knew that Andre had declared his love. Dea also still tangent to behave like what when meeting Andre. Silent or ordinary? He didn't sleep because he thought about it all night.

“Dea, you sick?” reprimand the beautiful teacher, Bu Tika his call.

“No Bu!” dea replied while shaking her head.

“Then, pay attention to the lesson of Mother!”

“Yes, Mom!” answer Dea briefly.

Huh! Dea breathed back. He breathed a few times until he could not be counted. His mind was completely unable to concentrate with that lesson. Too much inner pressure was approaching him. She's tired. He was really very tired of this heart-wrenching event.

“Chairman, we go home first yes!” pampit another osis manager.

“Yes, be careful on the road,” Dea please.

Alone again. Dea was used to the situation. Every time he finished the meeting, he did not go home. He's got to clear the sausage room. And always alone. Afraid? Ah, he never thought that way. He never thought negatively, let alone thought about ghosts. Hiy. Though the school was very quiet especially at the current hour. How horrible!

“Not home?” andre asked suddenly at the door.

“Not yet,” replied Dea briefly without turning his head.

Dea was kept busy with her work. He did not want to see Andre coming. Talk to Andre. He was afraid that Andre would bring up his love statement yesterday.

Slowly, Andre entered the quadrilateral room. He sat in the seat of the Dea pride. He also stared at Dea with a sharp note. Even sharper than eagle eyes. And not one bit he makes a sound. Just silence. Just glued to see Dea at work.

A few minutes passed. It's still like that mood. Staring Dea. Silent mood. Only the sound of frogs ever goes off.  Singing cheerfully welcomes the drizzle of rain. Huh! Dea couldn't take it anymore. Yes, with that look. He's uncomfortable.

“Why? You distracted?”

“Ya,” Dea reply briefly.

Andre silent. He did not speak the word Dea. He also did not depart from the throne of Dea.  But increasingly looking at Dea with the gaze of an eagle. Andre was not satisfied. It's not the words he wants to hear. Nor is it the jutek nature of Dea. He wants to hear an explanation. Explanation of the rejection.

“Why did you cry that night?” tanyakanya.

Dea jerks. How'this? Not ready. His heart and mind at this moment. He really didn't want to sting that question. There has been a lot of inner pressure that has been experienced. And he's too tired. He doesn't want to talk about it now. Please, don't discuss that now!, Dea thought.

“Why not answer?” continued Andre. “Because of Dance, you rejected me?”

Dea was back. He really didn't want to discuss the matter. Unknowingly, Dea's tears were dripping. He's very sad. Little disappointed. With Andre and also with Dance. Well, why would Andre like himself and declare that love? Why does he like that guy, the guy his best friend likes.

Dea immediately picked up her bag and left. He did not want to shed these tears too much. Especially in front of Andre. Maybe he doesn't want to get hurt. This inner pressure is very painful.

Again, Andre held him. He held onto Dea's wrist, as if he would not let go of Dea again.

“I know, you like me!” andre said with pede. “You rejected my declaration of love because of Dance,”.

“What do you mean?, you don't get psychedelic!”

“Yes, I deserve spiciness. These tears are the proof,” Andre said as he wiped the tears from Dea's cheeks.

“Sorry! I can't!” dea said as she left Andre.

“DEA, I WILL KEEP WAITING FOR YOU UNTIL YOU ACCEPT MY LOVE!” shouted Andre.

Dea did not look. He did not want these tears to flow. Let it. He has to let Andre go. For best friend. For Dance. Only then did he know that love was painful. Not always when love is happy. As of now, she felt a great pain due to the love growing in her heart.

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