LONLIN: Twins 13

Devlan, Upin & Ipin

"Why, the hell, Mom doesn't want to have any more kids? I really want to have adek."

Suddenly Devlin said so. Making Dillon who was repairing his bike chain frowned confused, but his response was also the words of his sister.

"They say you've been bothered."

Devlin glared, which actually made Dillon giggle.

"Do you want a girl or a boy?" ask Dillon casually.

"Turkey!" answer Devlin spirit. Steady spirit, to make Dillon jumped in shock.

"Why?"

"Let someone belain me if you are bullied again."

"When did I bully you?" ask Dillon fiercely.

"Always."

"Always what? Just don't you!" dillon's murmur didn't take it.

"I'm going to take him to a swimming race, teaching him to play the piano, sing in the room, continue.." Devlin's speech stopped because Dillon suddenly interjected.

"Why do you want to do things I can't do?"

"Why? We'll definitely be compact sisters."

"So, you want to nyuekin me?" ask Dillon fiercely again.

"Who told you not to swim? Who told you not to learn piano? Who told you never to be invited to a singing duet?" aveng Devlin doesn't care.

"What duet? Your song looks more like a tronton horn."

"That's why you don't have to come! We're just going to do it both, really," Devlin said, then he moved from his squatting position.

"You're so mean, anyway!" Dillon stood up.

"Belgium!"

"But you can't have a bitch! Especially guys. Can't!"

"It's Devlan!"

"Devlan! Devlans! If until I hear that name you say again, I won't let you know PR!"

"DEVLANS! DEVLAN! DEVLAN!"

"MOTHER! DEVLIN NYEBELIN, OUCH!"

***

"Dillon, do you think my room is better painted white or ivory yellow?"

Dillon did not answer. He was still upset about what happened this afternoon.

Just ask your brother Devlan, Dillon's whisker in your heart. But, it wasn't long since Dillon finally responded.

"Can you call me brother?" sama later.

Devlin frowned. Why did Dillon suddenly protest after almost 13 years of calling Dillon without frills "branch"?

"Minimal call brother Dillon, cake," continued Dillon grumbling.

Dillon glared, then got up from his seat violently. Then stomped his feet in annoyance, saying, "Because people think I'm your sister! And I don't like it!"

Devlin gawked for a bit, then giggled amusedly. Without guilt, he chimed in, "Your behavior, heck, is childish. That's why people think you're my sister."

Dillon glared at Devlin's words just now. It feels like he's just getting more willing to explode. Then he frowned strongly, then again shouted in disbelief, "When am I going to?! Remember Devlin, I'm older than you by 13 minutes, and that's not the time distance that can be underestimated!" sighed for a while, and continued again, "Just from now on call me brother!"

Then Dillon's brother stepped in an upset stomp towards his room, then slammed the door with a crumpled face. No matter if the sister is blowing an amused laugh in the middle room.

***

Until dinner, Dillon still looks gloomy. He ate without a sound, although actually a lot of Devlin babble when the dinner took place that he wanted to eat.

Dad looked at Dillon strangely, then put his chin forward asking for a silent explanation to Devlin over Dillon's unusual demeanor. Devlin just shrugged his shoulders in response. He did not bother to explain to dad if Dillon was sulking because he wanted to be called brother.

Mom took a slow breath. Choose not to interfere with the problems of his twins.

"I'm going straight to the room." Dillon got up, finished his dinner.

His frail, fragile steps and warp had to come to a standstill, when Devlin suddenly said, "Abang ready to eat it?"

Mom and Dad gawked. Looking at their twins in turns was full of questions.

Dillon glared at Devlin, then hissed. Why has Devlin lately been holding over in their bullying?

"Don't forget to finish the History PR first before going to bed, yes, brother."

The father who began to feed his food again, choked upon hearing their "strange" chatter. He tried to quickly stabilize the condition of his throat by drinking a glass of water, because he did not want to disturb the strange aura suana.

"Devlin," Dillon gritted his teeth furiously.

"My PR is ready, anyway. If you want to see it," continued Devlin did not care about Dillon who was ready to pounce on him.

And sure enough, Dillon immediately rushed towards Devlin, but it was too late because the younger brother launched a thousand steps action. Dillon's teeth may have fallen out. He was really excited to catch Devlin, in order to pull his round cheeks tightly until Devlin shouted 'sorry' repeatedly at him.

***

"Hey, short!"

Devlin, who had just walked out of the room and rubbed his eyes from waking up, stopped his steps and looked at Dillon who was somehow able to stand in front of him. This time Devlin was not angry with Dillon's taunts. In addition to being too early to be angry, Devlin's feelings this morning were also very happy.

"Still angry about last night? You've pinched my cheeks until swollen gini," said Devlin with a smile.

"No need to talk to me! Your cheeks have been swollen for a long time" Dillon said.

Devlin scowled. He decided to continue, but Dillon said again with a little hesitation, "He-hey, short! Guarantee me...," paused for a while, and Dillon continued almost like a mutter, "PR your history."

Devlin almost giggled, but he held on. He won't let Dillon go this early.

"OK, please take it in my bag, yes, brother."

"Devlin!" Dillon gnashed his teeth again, and Devlin understood.

"Take it in my bag, yes, Dillon," ralat Devlin, still desperately refrained from laughing.

This time it was Dillon who stepped past Devlin. He turns to Devlin's room to "borrow" his sister's History PR, but reappears by bending his head in the doorway.

"I don't like you calling me brother. I'm not Upin!" dillon said as flat as possible.

Devlin, who heard Dillon's words, did not turn his head, fearing that he would actually be unable to resist the explosion of his laughter. Devlin simply raised his right hand, and formed a code of "okay" with a finger. Then again continue the step towards the bathroom with a red face due to his muffled laughter.

"I don't want to be Ipin either," he quirked, muttering to himself, after closing the bathroom door.