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What do you think the definition of love is? Is love only for the opposite sex? Ah, the trite question of fiction in general. All right, I'll just repeat the question. What do you think is the definition of same-sex love? Of course this is not a yuri genre as in Japanese animanga which is fond of Indonesian teenagers today. If it used to be the boys of Samurai X-Aw! Kenshin Himura-or Maitantei Conan aka Detective Conan, Pokemon, Doraemon, so now they even like hentai harem anime, such as Sora no Otoshimono and the like. When the girls used to watch Sailoor Moon or Doraemaon, uh now even Junjou Romantica and the like. Don't ask me why I know the title of the anime genre. It's natural that former fujoshi can tell. That is to say, it was fujoshi and now it is repentant and hopefully nasuha.

Aha, why even comment on that. Back to the main topic.

Can't get the answer or don't know the answer? I hope this story I'm about to tell can help you get answers.

This story is about Charumitra and Shubhadrangi. Are you familiar with both names?

Previously, Charumitra and Shubhadrangi were rivals in anything, including beauty. Even though they look mediocre. Native to Indonesia although always claimed there is a diversity of India, Turkey and even China and South Korea. It's a long way, isn't it? They're crazy, that's it.

A moment! I'm sure you must have thought this was an Indian story because of their name. I'm guessing, but if you'd seen the cover pict before, then you wouldn't have thought so. Maybe you'd think what if this story was more trash than the garbage in the garbage dump? If I hear your question, I'm not hurt. However, I will help you to bully.

Didn't I tell you, the two main characters in this story are crazy? One of the main characters in this story is myself.

Here, I won't tell you how Charumitra and Shubhadrangi used to go viral-eh their rivals, but the relationship after that. Strange relationships are like them.

"May I call you Dharma?" so Charumitra asked me as we came home together from the dress shop where I worked part-time between my lectures. While he was a permanent officer.

I blushed. "Can" I replied. "But, why?"

This time, he blushed. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

I was heated, the way I blocked to hear the reason that made him call me that, even though I had allowed him to call so. "Say," I said softly.

I could hear his chest rumbling. But what he is facing is not Samrat, his lover.

"Because you are to me a complete package, my Dharma."

The natureak! What kind of shit is this. But my chest warmed. It's so strange how I feel.

We were still on the streets, not wanting to cram let alone beg. As I was told, we walked home.

"Can you explain more significantly? I mean ..." I scratched my nape because I was feeling bad. If this is an anime, then my face will be like Hinata when dealing with Naruto. Blushing and embarrassed.

"Uhm, I understand."

I smiled broadly. "As I said before, you're not going to believe."

I waited until he finished his sentence. "For so long, I've never had a friend like you. I thought you used to bummer and suck at being approached. Your closeness sometimes wants me to vomit, but I've been in your infatuation for a long time."

I grinned. Not only him, all my friends also said the same thing. What you see in me the beginning of an introduction to what you see in me when I'm familiar enough are two different things. Like two coin eyes, different but interconnected.

"Then now?"

"Now, I can't get away from you. Not a negative context, but a day without your word it feels like my head is about to break!"

I laugh. He misses me as much as I miss him. I never said I missed him, he said so often. But even so, we feel the same. His love for me is as great as my love for him.

If he clearly expressed love, I almost never said that I love him, but that does not mean never.

Compared to words, I prefer action. Not that I kissed him, lick up! I told you this isn't the xxx genre.

"Kok laughing? This is really."

"Charumitra, can I tell you what your sister's mandarin is?"

"Jiejie,"

"If it's a sister?"

"Meiimei."

I smiled hearing his answer.

"Why?" tanyakanya.

I pulled her wrist, "Let's go home, Charu Jiejie!"

He and I were different for a year. I don't have a sister, and she's an only child. Don't we complement each other?

She was my sister and I was her sister, whether it was her young sister or her old sister. I made sure I would be both for Charumitra Abla (Female sister in Turkish). On one side I am his sister, on the other I am also his sister.

From then on, we had many other nicknames.

If I was Shehzadi Tamina, then she was Shehzadi Sofia. If he is Zan Da (you must read it with Zen Ta or Yen Da I forgot because I never mentioned his name again since he became my brother) then I am Mei Yin. If it is Meltem then I am Fatmagul (you must read it Fatmagyul). She's Song Rae Ah, and I'm Kim Ye Na or Nana (Karina). She's Zanaka and I'm Mayutami or Mayumi.

Crazy one? No, we created our own world.

*****

Friendship is like savings. The longer it will be the more fun. If the savings will be a lot, then the friendship will be even tighter.

Is my parable so market?

I'm getting used to his irish attitude towards me, not so negative. I'm even happy, because the side of it comes up. My sisters also often envy me. Yes, this is envy in the context of brother and sister, there is nothing wrong, this is a reasonableness.

"I'm sorry this unstable jiejie, Mei."

I'm used to this, "It's okay, Mei understands."

"thank you. Because of this wisdom of may, jiejie called mei Dharma."

I know that. He also said that I was more mature than him.

Look, he's no longer me and you. If you think that I am the one who began to pronounce the honor call, then your guess is correct. I told you before, I'm more of an act.

Sometimes I want to be his sister, and I tease him with my impromptu steps. And, voila! He really became my brother. He'll keep persuading me even if he doesn't know where his fault lies.

"Jiejie is wrong, huh, Mei? May has promised that we have a problem directly saying, there is no playing diem-dieman gini."

He-jiejie-ku-understand once if my residence is where my anger is.

"Jiejie apologizes if something goes wrong. Jiejie doesn't know where jiejie's fault is. Mei knows for herself, I don't think about her."

"If Eounnie thinks there's nothing wrong, why would Eounnie apologize?" many cold.

We were sitting at the cashier's table. There were two store cashiers, and we were both cashier guards. Our tables are not far away either.

"But Eounnie thinks you are different, like that avoid," he said again with a thick Javanese accent.

Actually there's a feeling of resentment towards her that I wouldn't have told you, but I told her.

"Onee-chan just calm down, later if I have calmed down a bit, I will definitely come back again so your Hime is a normal kayak."

I promised him to calm down.

I saw that he was calm, no longer as restless as before.

Our calls are increasing. Meaning the same, Brother and sister.

Jiejie-Meimei-jie. Onee-chan-Imouto or Hime-chan sometimes. Eounnie-yeodongsaeng i.

Call East Asia all. But we use Jiejie and Meimei more often.

*****

Once upon a time someone who was a little bit of a bitch said this to me,

"Maybe if in the sash, you're seme and he's uke."

Hmh! I don't deny that I was a fujoshi before, but for the relationship that my religion accuses me of course I shun it. Na'udzubillah!

"Why, Lady? Jealous?" I asked him to challenge.

Of course I remember, not just him, a lot of people said that. I'm no longer surprised. Some even openly proposed to me, "We can get married abroad, "so the woman said orientation disorder to me. "Sorry, Miss. I am straight!" I said at the time.

He looks disappointed. She thought I was a lesbian just because ten of my girlfriends said I'd love to marry her if I were a boy.

Okay, back to the topic. "Then?" my many.

We are in the campus right now.

"Can I be jealous of your closeness to your coworkers?"

I laughed out loud. "May, just as healthy."

"Why are you so attractive? I would bother if for example you are near another ama, ama Pia, ama Kazia, ama Isun, ama Ros, ama others. Especially the coworkers! Repot nahan is upset."

"Maybe you've started to veer" I said.

My other friends had just arrived and heard our conversation - laughing at my friend Nuri earlier.

Sometimes I think, what makes them interested in me? I just tell you, I am frontal and speak at will without caring whether the listener is happy or not with my words. I'm a lousy person pretending to be meek.

I am also fearless. So the point is, you never expect me to be able to talk rubbish outside but in another way - and praise you if you don't deserve that compliment.

I'm not as good as you think I am. tsundere type. I have always wanted to lead and not refuse to be led. Understand what my sentence means.

Sometimes also selfish, I'm kind of explosive in expressing feelings. I don't like makeup, I'd rather buy books than clothes. However, I still entered the ranks of fashionable girls in my gank.

Oh, my mom's the Fashion Queen! After all, I work part-time at a dress shop, my clothes don't go trand.

Speaking of the clothes shop, I need to get there fast. Today the store is crowded, said Jiejie in the message earlier.

"I can't take long, I say yes, Ladies!"

After getting their permission, I immediately darted towards the store where I worked. Not far from the university, a twenty-minute walk arrived.

First I opened the shop door. Charumitra was writing a note.

I said my greetings and he returned my greetings. "Have you eaten, Jie?" my many.

"Jiejie wants to diet."

I'm approaching his desk. "Meimei bring her favorite food jiejie loh."

A faint smile adorned his round face. I smiled no less widely.

"Doi sent a message to Jiejie. He said we're yuri, we're crazy and what the hell was that."

His hands deftly opened the parcel I brought.

"Who?" ask me as I pass through his desk to get to my desk.

"Devraj."

I jerked. "We broke up!" I said lightly.

"Huh? Wh why? What because doi thinks you're yuri? You idiot! Yesterday jealousy was unclear, now even-"

"No!" cut me quick. And then I told him the real reason why the end of my relationship with my beloved ended, which again only he has the right to know the reason, I will not tell you here. After all, this is my story and Charumitra's, not mine.

He gave a concerned smile to me. "It's okay, not a soul mate."

I want to pretend it's okay, but I can't. I cried because of a breakup. The most despicable reason to cry on the face of the earth is to weep for a man who is none of us, the point of no one is, he is not our muhrim and there is no kinship.

"If you need shoulder rest, jiejie doesn't mind the minjemin."

I hugged him right away.

"At the very least he'll be lazy. May he have an ugly and ugly substitute and a heart."

I laughed, his prayers were ugly. But I hope that prayer really happens.

Hey, we - Dharma Shubhadrangi and Charumitra - are partners in crime.

"What about Samrat? When did you get married?" I asked as I let go of our embrace.

"May, someone wants jiejie to say the same to Mei,"

Then he handed me some photos.

My eyes widened, surprised of course. I looked at the photo and her, my eyes were already glazed over.

"Sneaky!" my lips.

Our eyes water again and again embrace. Ah, it's just like Teletubbies.

Only we know what happened. It has become a code of ethics. Secrets are secrets.

*****

Our relationship is strained by some parties and misunderstanding. I don't blame them, I'm wrong I shouldn't trust those who sow oil. Or I don't need to burn because of it. I'm not going to tell them why or what they told me. No, secrets are a secret to me. Even if I die, I won't leak.

The dummy Dharma Shubhadrangi created a gulf between himself and his brother. For sensitive reasons, the reason that a Dharma Shubhadrangi should be able to resolve with wisdom and maturity. However, the purple girl is even muddy. If usually he can easily influence, until his senior said that the job suitable for him is a diplomat. So now, he was influenced by a sentence that made his relationship and his sister tenuous. I'm not gonna tell you what it is.

But sister is still sister. Your logic would be to sink to the bottom of the Indian Ocean when it comes to love. Surely love for anyone. Love your mother, father, or brothers or anyone else.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'm really crying. His heartbreaking message was the trigger. Oh God, that's my attitude?

Of course heinous. Cruel is my name, my rivals used to give me the nickname, "The Scary Brutal."

Some of my friends even say I'm more horror than a horror movie. However, if it is angry.

In the bedroom I looked at him. The message is not at all reciprocated, except greetings. Salam is required. To anyone I'm angry, but if it's a greeting, I can't just ignore it.

I want to reply to his message and say that his accusation is not true. I want to send a message that I'm as missy as he is. I both cried in my bow.

Whatisthis? Why does it hurt so much? It's not yuri but sisterhood. Why am I so hard to breathe when I know she feels like I'm mad at her? Why can't I sleep when we haven't solved our misunderstanding? Why do I love him so much? Why do I feel uneasy about this gap?

"Return like Zanaka's meimei, Himeka."

The message was sent by my best friend who was neutral and most sincere in love with me.

He knew that although my brother and I often had disagreements and sometimes had small fights, we needed each other. What is needed here is the heart.

We need each other's hearts. I love him and he loves me too.

I called him, not picked up. Ah, did we alternate sulking? That ridiculous thought just popped in. I put down my phone.

A few minutes later, a scene in the name of "Jiejie Eounnie" graced my phone screen.

I hesitated to answer.

Ah, I won't tell you anything I've talked to her about. However, he said, "Call the same you are more thrilling than with Samrat. More guts."

It made me laugh straight away. There's no more awkward.

In short, our problem was solved even though he asked me what my problem was to such an extent. I promise I'll tell you sometime. He said that tonight his sleep would be good again.

Now I'm sure I'm just as important in my brother's life. Now that I have to go back, I wandered too far until I left my time with him.

He loves me and I love him. Love like this exists. Not an orientation disorder. We are only stricken with immense love for our sister, even if not the birth.