HALF-WING

Ma Lil Bro's

A picture of Hana looking closely. On her phone screen, Hana once captured an outdated portrait she found in her home warehouse. The colors in the portrait appear to fade and some almost fade. Hana once asked her mother where the original film cliches of the portrait were. In Hana's mind if only the cliche of the film was still left, she could reprint the portrait. But unfortunately, the photo contains a happy little family was taken from the camera of a street photographer who used to rent photo services in recreational places, consequently leaving nothing but memories.

Hana smiled faintly looking at the picture of herself as the toddler was laughing while grasping a lollipop, a lollipop, not far behind him was Hana's father and mother sitting watching their little girl with Indra on her mother's lap. Laughter in the picture looks very real, Hana really wants to feel it again.

Hana remembered when she was a child, said her mother, she was a very active child even like a child who never felt tired. Little Hannah is always moving, she will be quiet only when sleeping.

"Hayoo, smile and smile at your phone." Aji who had just come walking leisurely past Hana's seat, she very intensely teased Hana. "When again sitting in front of the back, use the event chat through all mobile phones. Sit down, why try?"

"Mending you on, huh. If you don't want me to slap your mouth with my fist." Sahut Hana ketus.

"So the girl should not be rude, should be gentle and loving. Poor Ruri if every day you keep the head, it's called KDRT!"

"Kok Me?" Ruri snuck out of the back desk.

"Get started, start." Hana seems to be very tired of the drama that Aji makes every day.

Hana's phone suddenly rang, a phone came in from Indra, the younger brother. Hana picked up the phone in a low tone, and it did not matter how long the call ended.

"Guys, I'm out for a second."

I don't know who Hana was saying goodbye to, she just left. His steps seemed steady accompanied by sharp eyes and glare, like an owl trying to find a focal point during the day, empty.

Hana walked very quickly to the city park located not far from her school.

Arriving Hana at the city park, he dizzy looking for the position where the sister is. Hana tried calling the boy again. Until a moment later he found Indra at the end of the garden surrounded by shrubby plants, deserved Indra not seen.

"Lo if you choose a really small place, cake. Sitting in the gini corner, where I see." Hana who had just come directly rained down on Indra with a typical scolding from him.

"It's my position to be conspicuous later he thought again skipped dating."

"Byeah, hilarious. Precisely if the corner of the gini that makes people suspicious."

Indra. "Bodo is very, ah. Ribet lo."

"Why? What's the problem?"

"Tomorrow my report."

"Daddy couldn't do it?"

"Dad let me work, if you don't chase deposit I'm afraid later dad gets angry again. If mother, happens to be in school also again for the report. Oh yeah, who took it?" Indra said pleading.

"What's your bad grade? You're afraid of being discovered, aren't you?"

"Have a son!" Indra Seru. "Let my grades not as good as lo's, my grades are not very ugly, really. Not until you have to cover up from the same father's mother."

"Thankful, huh. If your grades are bad, I'll take it."

They were silent for a moment.

"Lo want to tell you what story? No way if you ask to see me I just want to say that. Doang mah can go through mobile."

Indra muttered, seemingly hesitant with the sentence he wanted to say.

"Yesterday mom stopped by she said she wanted to nengokin me for a while. My mom's face is not happy at all, I don't have the heart, Han. I'm afraid mom is okay. Do you know if you're the same mom still likes to make noise?" Indra gulped. "Yes, even though it fits in my house just diem just nothing. I don't think I know what's going on, Han."

Since Indra entered High School, Indra was entrusted to his aunt's house from the father's side because of its closer distance to the school. His entire family was very disciplined. Evidently from most of his family who are people with professions that cannot be considered trivial. If mentioned, almost all categories of professions exist.

Indra snorted in annoyance. "You mean, I'm a guy but spoiled, so?"

"God! Who said that too? Emotions, lo. A little bit of an affirmation."

"Yee... It's the same."

"Keep, mom why is it when you nyamperin lo at aunt's house? Did you say something?" Ask Hana like interrogating.

"Mom didn't say anything, anyway. It was also briefly doang, because it happened to pass by when the mother had an official duty." Indra Terang. "But, I didn't accidentally hear aunty again say something to mom. I'm not clear, but I think there's a divorce. What I'm hearing anyway, aunt kayak nasehatin mom is not to rush to make a decision."

Hana was lethargic. Looking at his sister's face, he kept staring down. The rubbing of the head and nape of the soft Indra.

"You're in a hurry, you're gonna have to wait. I'm not ready, Ndra. If they are not happy, I will be even sadder. I hope their relationship improves, not worse."

"Gue is the same, Han."

"Lo don't be reckless, huh? You have to be a successful person, so that your life can be happy later."

Indra did not nod, nor did he shake his head. Indra just kept looking down.

"It's so bad to cry."

Tears dripped from the eye fertilizer Indra who had previously held. "Han, if I'm sick, who should I be?"

"Just like me, I was. Who else has it besides me? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Han, I'm sick. I'm hurt." Indra Whine. "My face is sick too."

"Lo why?" Tanya Hana was full of sympathy.

"Tante if I cook hard, I'm not strong. I often mules, sometimes diarrhea too."

Hearing this, Hana was confused as to what to react. His feelings were being sliced, but Indra's words seemed to make him laugh. With a strange facial expression, as well as a runny nose, Hana patted her sister on the back.

"Not good, ah! So poignant. So, what should I cry laughing at, huh?" Hana said annoyed. He laughed half, but his tears came down slowly. He wiped the water from his cheek.

"Seriously, Han. I often have stomach pains, but since I'm a boy, I have to be strong. I can't complain." Indra. "But my stomach mules."

"Can't you talk to auntie all right? If you continue to do so, I can't bear it either. Say, cake, if you're spiciness. Or say it if you can't eat a pedes. Let there be another solution to your fussy stomach."

"Free, Han. I said it once, but that was also his repentance. Then come back again. Every day I feel like I know chilli tits, don't."

"But you're eating?"

"Yes, I eat. What else do you want? Every meal is always with one table. Can't avoid me."

"Eating the unwholesome, cake. Fried, what other side dishes that do not have cabenya. Crackers for example."

"There's never been fry. The only thing that does not matter is rice as white water. It was also aunty making pecel. When did I eat pecel using vegetable doang? Am I a vegetable?" Indra shakes. "No, deh."

Hana held back her laughter, then rubbed her sister's back which began to widen. "Patient, huh?"

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