He Is Not My Brother's
Who's Wrong?
Under that sizable oak tree, a mat was scratched. A tall guy with undercut hair sits with his knees bent, as well as his face. The face with a sharp nose and reddish-brown eyes did not appear dull. Light bruises adorn the corners of her lips and cheeks.
"I'm really sorry, Jimm." M approached the tall guy and thrust out a P3K box.
Jimmi did not react. He was still in shock and in disbelief because M had completely beaten him.
"You angry? Hey, Jimm ...." M put the P3K box next to Jimmi. "Let me ask Amy to treat you."
Just about to move, M's hand pulled Jimmi until the guy fell. "Don't!“ reject Jimmi.
"Why? Your wounds must heal quickly."
"No need. It will get worse the wound."
"He?" M bengong for a moment. "Kok, can?"
"could. I can't help but tease him. He will be a bar. Do you remember how blue Lewis was on the bus?" Jimmi opens the P3K box, removing the cotton, alcohol and iodine liquid.
"Basic, you! Then I'll get you a drink" M stood up, the now almost bald man smilingly showing off his dimples.
As M enters the porch, Amy exits. Seeing the brothers cross paths makes Jimmi realize that they are indeed similar. Especially now that both hair is equally bald. M looks like Amy and Amy looks like M. The only difference is their body posture. Amy is just M's ear and her body is smaller.
If only M was a girl, Jimmi would not hesitate to make his best friend a girlfriend. Unknowingly Jimmi laughed to himself, amused by his crazy thoughts just now.
"Right, right, you're a nutcase, Jimm!" Amy was sitting next to Jimmi.
Jimmi cleared his throat to neutralize his feelings. However, seeing Amy's face made her tickle back.
"You're laughing at me?" amy asked to see Jimmi struggling with laughter.
"No. Big taste!" Jimmi's hands cleaned his face with alcohol. Because it is not visible, the one Jimmi cleans is not even a wound area.
Seeing the bruises on her sister's best friend's face, Amy was a little pity. Though Jimmi had helped him but instead got the chastisement M.
"I'm sorry, yeah," Amy said. "You have to be like this."
"You should have told M from the beginning. I'm sure my handsome face won't hurt!" exclaim Jimmi while continuing to try to reach the area of his wound that feels sore.
"Why don't you dare say it yourself?"
Jimmi thought hard how to say it. That in fact he did not have the right vocabulary for the incident. Moreover, it is very sensitive for the girls. Instead of answering, the man flaunted his teeth with curved lips.
Amy snatches the cotton from Jimmi's hand. "It's not the wound there" said Amy. "Here let me clean up."
"Eh, no need. Just let me," Jimmi refused.
"When do you want to clean your face? Lookyyour cheek! There's plenty of land!" exclaim Amy. Then he landed an alcoholic cotton ball on Jimmi's cheek which slowly blushed. Amy doesn't care about the change. He continued to wipe Jimmi's face until when on the bruise, he deliberately pressed it hard.
"Araa!!!" Jimmi moved his face away. "Sick, know!"
"It's okay, let it heal quickly." Amy pours the wound medicine on the cotton pad and prepares to pull Jimmi's face.
The guy jumped back swiftly, "Son. Thank you! No need to." Jimmi runs away from Amy, who seems to be chasing him. Jimmi finds out that Amy is in revenge mode.
The chase had occurred until someone came in with a buttered brown antelope car. Amy and Jimmi stop and curiously wait for who will get out of the car.
"You two are still playing with the cats, huh?"
The car door opened and a man with a big beard and moustache smiled.
"Dad!"
It was not Amy or Jimmi's voice that came first, but M who rushed out of the house and rushed his father. Amy follows her brother to hug the father who has not come home for a long time.
"Well, I have twins now" said the man named Jerome. His children's shoulders.
"Hello, Uncle!" Jimmi jumps up and hugs Jerome. "Bring up what?"
"Special sea water for you, Jimm," replied Jerome while showing off a jar filled with rather murky water.
"Ah, Uncle always does."
"This-"
Just to answer, M has stepped on Jimmi's left foot and silenced the mouth of his best friend.
"He fell while climbing a tree, Dad! This child is still stubborn," said M hurriedly before Jimmi finished his sentence.
Jimmi glares at M and steps on M's foot. "Ah, it just so happened that Uncle came home" Jimmi said when he managed to get M's hand out of his mouth. "It's time to fit in."
"What's wrong?" jerome asked as he walked into the trunk of the car and opened it. Jimmi and M catch up to help transport the goods from inside.
"Uncle knows? Uncle's son-in-law is here!" exclaim Jimmi who immediately got an elbow from M.
"Oh, huh? Where's?" ask Jerome. He furrowed his brows and explored around with his gaze.
"here. Jimm said he wanted to marry Amy." Shoved his head at Jimmi who was moving the suitcase.
"Lied!" yelled Jimmi and Amy at the same time. Both of them stared intently at M with a reddened face. "M's girlfriend is here!" Amy and Jimmi are again together.
It was at that moment that Weni came out with a few books in her hands. The girl did not know what was happening. He was a little embarrassed because everyone was looking at him. Slowly Weni approached M who was putting cardboard on the porch of the house.
"I-I borrowed this book" said Weni showing some of the books she had selected from the stack of Amy and M collections earlier.
"That's what I mean" whispered Jimmi, standing near Jerome.
Jerome glanced at Amy and the girl nodded in agreement to Jimmi's words.
"It seems like the curse of this family is that the women are good at martial arts," Jerome muttered seeing Weni wearing a karate outfit. "He's your senior at the club?" ask Jerome to Amy.
Amy just nodded. He did enter the club later than Weni, but his ability is better. Except the ability to control emotions.
"So, is he your best friend?" Jerome approached M and Weni.
"You could say that," said M timidly, making Weni's face blush instantly.
"I-I want to say goodbye. It's been too late in the afternoon" Weni said.
"alright. Let me take you to the big road." M grabbed his hat lying on the floor and then took a break at Jerome.
"She's pretty, isn't she, Dad?" amy asks her father when M and Weni have left.
"Yes. Wh why? You jealous of him? So hurry up and find a girlfriend too." Jerome chuckles. Amy's head was soft.
"What's the point of dating?" Amy's mouth was pursed with a bent face.
"Ask your brother. Indeed, you haven't dated Jimmi?" ask Jerome. His eyes followed Jimmi who was carrying a large bag into the house. "He's handsome, really. A good boy too. It's gonna be nice having a daughter-in-law like her."
"What, the hell, Dad?" amy protest. Her ears are hot.
"Uncle, I'll go home first, yeah!" Jimmi runs out of the house and approaches Jerome, while Amy goes inside and goes straight into the room as soon as she sees the guy coming out.
"You don't eat here, Jimm?"
"Ah, no. Maybe tomorrow." Jimmi smiled then picked up the bag still lying on the mat under the oak tree. After that he stepped home.
Jerome looked at Jimmi's shoulder until it disappeared in the distance. "They're big, '" he murmured as he entered the house.
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