I Love You Brother

*Episode 5's

Sipping coffee. Kale returned to his job. He told Brill that today had to be overtime.

There is so much to do before returning to Singapore. This week, a special doctor assigned to monitor his father's development reported good progress.

It has been allowed to go home, but Mr. Adi Dharma insists there are still a few days left.

Kale just assented. It was already his father's song. Whatever, the Murian family also has shares there.

"May there be no more strange requests from you, Father." he murmured. One job is done. Kale changed his job by opening the last map.

Letter about the purchase of apartment area. Jim lee's.

One long breath escaped. Slamming yourself in the chair. Kale felt clueless with his way of thinking lately.

Just to make the little baby come home, he had to buy an apartment area that he did not even bother when offered for cooperation.

Where did the sense of indifference that he had planted almost 24 years?

"Master!" Brill's voice paused Kale's daydream.

"How long have you been standing behind that door, Brill?"

"It's only been a while. Mister."

"To be exact?"

"One minute."

"You ate Brill's blind paycheck. One minute means a lot to a guy like you that I even pay for by the hour."

"I'll replace it for the rest of my life, sir."

"How dare you answer!"

"Of course," Brill directed a glance at the wall clock. Which means his office hours are up. It was followed by Kale who finally knew what Brill meant.

Brill is Kale's secretary and personal assistant, who has his final hours in the office. So if Kale had already said overtime, Brill would have done another task related to Kale for another affair.

"Even for today I'm sure I can beat you in a game if you want proof."

"Would I remind you how many defeats you have?"

"It is my pleasure to change that number, sir."

"I'll give you what you asked for."

"Fresh? first 5 minutes." Brill said while showing a hand shirt to play fencing.

"Good."

* * *

The lamp in the 14x1.5-meter room was lit simultaneously when a taskmaster pressed the switch. Two other people followed shortly afterwards. They help Kale and Brill put on a fencing costume.

Kale warms up, and Brill does. Then both prepare. They agreed to play floret, which is fencing whose movements are only forward and backward, attacks or punctures should only be on areas called torso. Chest, front shoulder, stomach and lower abdomen.

As usual, Kale moved swiftly. Eyes sharpening. He fended off Brill's shrewd moves.

Very excited, he thought. From the age of 8 they were together, Brill was the adopted son of his grandfather's confidant. Kale knew very well, the spirit that Brill aimed at this time, exactly if he managed to get something he wanted.

"Is there anything I don't know about Brill?" Kale countered Brill's movements with a stab in his chest. Brill hasn't hit Kale yet.

"I just don't want you to get late with work, Mister."

"Is that so? Until you want to beat me?"

Brill smiled, he did not answer, instead it was used to reply Kale with a stab in the stomach.

"It's outside Brillian's working hours. But if you're messing around, I can hang you now, too." Kale charged forward.

"I believe I can change history this time, sir." Brill said while attacking back. Kale on the shoulder.

"It's very much you're confident." Several agile and attacking movements, Kale again rewarded the puncture.

"It has to be." Brill is back in focus. This time he avenged Kale with an attack and could end up stabbing in the stomach. The two attacked each other until Kale accelerated his movements.

Brill who should have been focused on getting an attack said lightly, "Alfaro returned Sir, he visited the Great Lord this afternoon."

"What?"

"Yes, he's back and, you lose, sir." Kale's question along with Brill's attack was right in the chest.

Kale clucked, he finished the game. Encode people to help remove costumes, then sip mineral water.

"You've planned your victory, Brill." Brill laughed, then stood next to Kale and took a sip of mineral water.

"Just want to make history if I can beat you at this fencing game."

"You've got it. Brills. What exactly do you want?"

"Izin to teach him a lesson."

"You're sure."

"If it wasn't for Alfaro being your cousin, I'd have finished him off long before Alana went to take their baby."

"You know better I'm Brill. Do what he deserves."

* * *

"You together?" Just now wanting to answer, a man in a dapper suit approached Netra.

"Thank you, I still have meetings with clients. That's the driver's coming."

"Well, push the real bone, marriage capital huh Net? Ask Asoka to take a trip to Europe, so he can make children under the snow. Ha ... ha .. Yes first!" Netra nodded, looked at Starla who had darted with her car, then got into the car that had picked her up.

Netra exhaled a heavy breath. If we can be together, to Europe is not impossible.

A lot of time has passed, but why not with his heart. Where he met Starla, Netra also usually awaits Asoka's invitation.

There is still a lot about Asoka who has not been separated from him, even in the bag he found the new lyrics half they wrote together.

*You're not sad

My heart's poetry

Our love is already

Windu

Let the storm come

Then collapse the night

Our loyalty

It can't be lost

We will be together*

...

"No way, sister, we can't be together" she whispered to herself. "We are only together in the shade of the sky with our own way of life." Netra's eyes closed until she felt a clear grain flowing in silence.

Asoka's shadow flashed in her silence. A shuttle like this made him remember even more about Asoka.

In the past, if the family driver picked up, he would reason to his father if it could make it difficult for him to get friends, let alone a girlfriend.

"Dad don't want to, right? I'm a spinster?" netra protest one time.

"Netra, it's not like that. If you want to have a husband, I can find him." His father answered lightly.

"I can find my own Dad, just fight a little more. Come on dong, give me some spirit, Dad, yes, don't you love Netra?"

"Well you win, I'll have the driver leave. But remember Netra, don't come home to the apartment more than ten in the evening!"

"Ready, Dad!"

"Bring a good man in front of Dad!"

"Good!"

"The one in charge, dear to the family, accepts your shortcomings."

"Surely."

"Remember, good man, no woman."

"Yes, I'll remember Dad. Already yes, Netra closed first, afraid of being eavesdropped on ants. I love you Dad."

"Love you too" At that moment, Netra cheerfully hung up the phone. Asoka's figure was already visible from afar. The man waved his hand.

Netra welcomed happily of course. Talks with her father could be a green light for her relationship with Asoka.

Netra took many breaths to end her memory.

"Huh, Dad, I've got it. All the criteria I asked for. But with him I can't be together." Netra opened her eyes along with the stop of the car in the courtyard of Murian's residence.

"We're here, miss!" The rush of Netra removed any trace of tears. He took a lot of breaths before he got out of the car.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Together, Miss!"

Car passed. Then a woman came out to greet him. Offering to bring a bag.

"No need. It's been a week, why aren't you used to me? I'll do whatever I can do on my own. Go back, do another job." The woman nodded.

"Sorry, Miss! I'm retreating."

"Well, Young Miss has come." Just now Netra was climbing the stairs. The sentence paused his steps.

Alfaro´s. Why is he here?

"Hello Net, long time no see. You don't want to say welcome to this cousin of yours?"

"Welcome home." Netra solid. Without another jal he went back up the stairs.

"Thank you, honey. Oh yeah, wait!" Netra looked at him with a cold look. Moving his two eyebrows as if asking what? through that movement.

"Why did I see that you didn't want to be served? Is it self-conscious that here, um ... is not a place worth making, stepson?"