Dion [For My Twins]

Episodes 8.3

Dea put her phone back in her pocket. Then he laid his body to the bed. He was not excited today. Maybe because of the departure of Olivia who has been considered as her brother. Sad feeling. Not knowing since when, she was that familiar with the girl. But strange, even though the faces of Andre and Olivia are very similar, their nature is far different. Like the moon and the sun. Far...roof!

Suddenly, he thought. Last words at the airport.

Andre is spoiled, but he is very kind and considerate. I hope you guys get along.

Yes, Andre is spoiled. Good. Also attention. But Dea can't let go of the fear of losing a best friend. If hate? Obviously Dea lied. He loved Andre very much. It felt like Andre always wanted to be by his side. And honey said, not bad either!

Should I learn to cook? Inner Dea suddenly. Then he stepped into the bathroom. Change clothes and step out of the room. He's headed for the kitchen. What do I want to cook? dea said in my heart.

“What are you doing?” mama said Dea lowered her head from the door.

Dea shook her head. “No cocoon, Ma!”

“You want to learn to cook?” mama asked while watching Dea who was looking at the food ingredients. “You mom teach?”

“Ya,” Dea replied quietly with a nod of her head.

“What do you want to cook?”

“If you can the easy-easy aja ma,”

“If cook fried rice, you want?”

“Mau, Ma!” reply Dea briefly excitedly.

Her mother took some food. He taught patiently. Although many times Dea always misunderstood the spice, but she still enjoyed teaching her daughter. Mother is the greatest woman. He gives birth, he raises, and he teaches all things. Quickly, heaven is on the soles of the mother's feet.

“Finally done too!” dea said.

“You've done well!”

“Thank you, Ma!”

“What are you doing? Wow, there's a good smell!” papa Dea stood at the kitchen door. “You cook?” ask papa to look at Dea. “Kok tumben, definitely for guys right?”

“What the hell, Pa? It's wrong if I want to learn to cook, I'm a girl,”

“Bby kok Pa!” dea Sodor. His father took a spoonful of fried rice and put it in his mouth. “How? Cute?”

“Kok feels.. ,” says papa by frowning. “But son!” he continued with a smile.

“Huh! Papa make me hang!”

“Truly papa, you cook for guys right! Hayo, who is he?” papa goda.

“Anaan anyway, Pa?” dea Renggek. “Ma, look papa nih, I keep nodain,”

Her mother just smiled. It's good to see her daughter is already big and knows about love. While papa, she still teased Dea with a questioning look. Make Dea just be wrong. It's true, he learned to cook for a guy. Andre, that guy doesn't know since when it's affected him. But thanks to him, Dea felt the joy of laughter and long-lost jokes. He could see my mom smiling again. And also the father who has returned as usual. Ever since Dion died, this atmosphere had been rare. It may never happen again. But tonight, Dea feels very grateful to Andre. Hence, he could feel those wonderful memories.

Early in the morning, he got a message. From Andre. He told Dea not to go home after school. He said he wanted to take her somewhere. Fifteen minutes had passed, and the man had not yet appeared. He told me to come quickly to the parking lot. And now, he doesn't know the balance.

A moment later, the man finally came. Bareng Dance. How can?

“Hai Tar,” greet Dea.

The girl just shut up. He looked long at Dea, but said nothing. Slowly, he left Dea. Wonder. What happened to Dance? Andre said something to him. Maybe a hurtful word for dance.

“What do you talk to Dance?” dea Mumm.

“Not talking anything. He just asked, where am I going? I said I'd go Scorpio practice,”

Oh, thankfully. Almost got his heart out. Seeing the strange behavior of Dance. Maybe Dance has some business, so she ignores me, Inner Dea.

Then, Dea rode on Andre's motorcycle and drove away from school.

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