Dion [For My Twins]

Episodes 13.1

Dea lay limp on the bed, looked at the sky blankly, and several times her breath complained. The conversation with his homeroom class a few hours ago left his forehead wrinkled. It was unexpected especially occurred in his mind that he would be called to discuss his school values.

“Your value is greatly decreased, if it continues like this, there is a possibility that there will be a red value in your page,”, said Mr. Anggara clarified. “Especially you have to be busy with isis and also your band,”

Dea surprised. A band? Mr Anggara knows? Dea looked into the young teacher's eyes. Then he said. “Band, what do you mean?”

“Bapak has a nephew, his name is Andika. You must know him,” explained Mr. Anggara. “She suffered about Scorpio as well as you!”

Oh, from Andika anyway! Little Dea sighed, relieved. Dea thinks the secret's been uncovered.  Good thing though! Even more people who know the secret. Slowly, he thought for a moment. So, what should he do so as not to get the red value? He raised his head, pitched with a face that was parched to the adult man.

“If indeed you do not want to get a red value, you have to choose,” said Mr. Anggara explained before Dea had a word. “You have to choose between staying the chairman of the isis or staying the drummer of Scorpio?” said Mr. Anggara.

At once, Dea's face turned red. His sweat was pouring out, he was so scared. How could he possibly have to make a choice between those two choices. The profession is equally important to his life. “Do I really have to do that, Sir?”ask Dea shock.

Mr. Anggara nodded his head. Dea could only be fixated with a pale face. It was highly unlikely that he would have to choose between his two favorite professions. For almost a year he was chairman of the osis, he had already fought hard for the organization.  However, he could not give up his profession as a drummer. Scorpio seems to have ingrained the flesh in his body.

The night is getting late. He could not fall asleep, let alone close his eyes. Until the sound of dawn, his eyes were still open very wide. He doesn't know what to do. The sublimity completely colonizes within his left and right brain.

“You sick?” ask Andre.

Dea shook her head. In his eyes, Andre looked agitated. Slowly, Andre placed a palm on Dea's forehead, trying to check her lover's body temperature. Not hot. He hasn't given up. He looked sharply at her, hoping that the girl would tell him the problem.

“I'm fine, Ndre,” said Dea trying to calm Andre down.

“If it's like that, smile dong!”

“We go to UKS only yes!” take Andre for a worry.

“Nggak per...,” has not had time to Dea finish his sentence, Andre has invited him to leave by force. Looks like Andre is really very worried.

In the room, Andre forced Dea to lie down on the bed. He also stroked Dea's head gently, probably trying to put the girl to sleep. Not long after, drowsiness due to not sleeping overnight penetrated both eyeballs. Dea fell asleep very well.

An hour passed, though,

“Huam.. ,” Dea yawn. He woke up from a nice nap.

“You're awake?” asked Andre on the seat beside Dea. “Yes sleep?” continued again.

Dea nodded her head. Slowly, he stretched his hand muscles. Crew.. crek. Andre laughed, then gently stroked Dea's hair again. And Dea could only smile, pleased with Andre's romantic concern.

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