Dion [For My Twins]

Episodes 1.3

“For Pa, Ma!” greet Dea.

Papa Dea nodded then resumed his morning routine. A cup of coffee and a newspaper. Mama Dea nodded as well. He took out a plate, put the fried rice with an omelet, poured the white milk, and gave it to Dea. The tomboy girl devoured him. EUENAKKK! Dea added again. Who would have thought, Dea could spend two dishes of fried rice in one sitting.

Tit. tit…

Mom and Dad looked at him. The sound of a motorcycle. Dea. Who'sis that? Usually no one comes home at this hour. And it's no longer possible if someone picks him up. Because all this time, he always used public transportation.

Without a second thought, Dea immediately got up from the seat and ran towards the door.

“Andre,” says Dea surprised.

“Morning,” Andre said with a friendly smile, but it seemed a little there was a veiled intention.

“Ngapain you in front of my house?”

“I want to pick you up, can't I?”

“Ngak!” dea said as she closed the door.

Why the hell is that guy? Early in the morning it disturbs people. Didn't Andre understand that no? Or should Dea use planetary language? For a moment, Dea laughed. Planet language. Is Andre really an alien?

“Who's in front, Dea?” mama Dea asked.

“Nobody is ready, Ma!” dea replied as she continued her breakfast.

“Pa, today I am together with papa, yes!” dea Pinta.

“Kok tumbens. What's Dea?”

“Nothing really, Pa!”

“Yes already, you are ready! We're leaving soon,”

“OUT!” snapped Dea.

Andre just laughed at Dea's anger. He is seen enjoying the melenking sounds of Dea's mouth. Even he felt very happy when Dea hit him very hard and told him to stay away from his seat of office. The manager of the osis in the room just furrowed his eyebrows. Want to ask what's up? But scared. Want to calm Dea's tantrums? But Dea's face is very funny. Red as a tomato. Like Patrick Star in Sponge Bob Squarepants. Leave it alone, mumpung tontotan free, thought the managers of the osis while laughing. As for Dance, she did not dwell on the quarrel. It wasn't that he didn't want to calm Dea down, it was just that he was already fixated on Andre's antics.

“Propay dong, Dea. You want me not to bother you, right. Later after school, I wait for you in the parking lot,”

“GO THERE!”

“Hahahaha! It's also good that chairperson's chair. Next time I can sit there again, right,” Andre said by rocking the chair.

“NO!”

Andre smiled back. He won the battle this morning. Really fun. He went to his class with a triumphant laugh. Actually, Dea deserved to be angry with him. Early in the morning, he had already come to Dea's house. Not just that. In the osis room when Dea opened the door, she got Andre sitting casually in his chair.

“Dea, patience! It's not good if girls scream like that,”Day gives advice.

“KESEL.. KESEL.. KESEL... She wants what the hell exactly?”.

“Emang what's the matter between you and Andre?”

“Already, Tar. I'm lazy to talk about Andre again. I'm sick!” leaving the room.

“Wait, Dea!” said Tari trying to catch up.

“APA, HE KNOWS THAT YOU'RE DION?”

“Sssstttt,” Dea shut up Dance. “Do not hard. You want one school to know,”

“Aduuuh, Darling dance. If I had known, I wouldn't have dizzy like this,”

Dance nodded her mark of understanding. Slowly, he sat down beside Dea and laid his head on the girl's shoulder. He also became confused. He wants to support Dea to keep playing the drums beyond his hobby. However, he couldn't say that. He was afraid that Dea would be hurt by his words.

“Tar, looks like I'm going to end all this. I'm tired of being bullied,”

“You mean?”

“I've been thinking about it all night. I'm sure, Brother Dion would have wanted that too,” Dea said as she left the overflowing Tari.

It's decided. Dea has to do that. For her sake. Her hobby. And for Brother Dion. He immediately headed for the IPS 2 XI class corindors. The head was wryly looking for Andre's figure. Gotta sekararng. His heart was impatient again.

“Kok tumben to my class?” surprised Andre.

“I want to talk to you,”

“Nby the way. No one forbid,”

“I don't want to talk here, can we go to the room isis,”

“Bby!” said Andre softly.

Dea and Andre left the IPS room. They headed for the sausage room in the corner of the school near the library. Silent. There was no one in the room.

“Keep, what do you want to say?” Andre opened the conversation.

“I agree,”

“Agree?”

“Yes, I agree to join your band,”

“WAH! I didn't know your defense was collapsing. Quickly give up!” andre laughed.

“I want to join Scorpio but with some conditions,”

“Terms?, What do you mean?”

“I don't want my identity to be known by anyone but a Scorpio member. And one more, I'll be Dion at performance,”

“Agree,” Andre replied without a second thought.

“Oke, means we deal,” Dea said as she thrust her hand.

“Deal,” Andre replied again by taking Dea's hand.

Slowly, Dea smiled. The smile was greeted by Andre. Dea was firm, he would play drums more than just a hobby. Scorpio, maybe the band's name will lead him to success. It might just make Brother Dion smile in the immortal world.

“Back school later, you make it to the parking lot. I'll drive you home!”

“NO,” Shouted Dea firmly.

Andre laughs. The principle for playing the drum has collapsed but his heart is still closed as before. His heart was locked very tightly. It even has a padlock.

“If you don't want to, forced after school I picked up in class, yes,” Andre said while laughing out loud.

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