LONLIN: Twins 13

Birthday Anniversary

"Dillon! We have two more weeks of birthdays, youh."

"Continue?"

"I asked for hi heels, yeah."

"Dream it."

"So, what are you going to give me?"

"No thanks."

"Dillon!"

The twin brothers just nodded. It was nice to always be able to tease a clumsy Devlin that was easy to tease. "What do you want to give me?" reply Dillon.

"Football shirt, how?"

Dillon frowned, then sighed softly. "If so, I really won't give you a gift."

"Eh! Aye ... Yes.What do you want?"

"Eh." Dillon rolled her eyes at Devlin as if thinking. "No need," he continued, while continuing his action playing PSP.

"Aish! Say aja. I'll do it later, really," urged Devlin.

Dillon returned hhm ria, but this time longer.

"You know I'm the laziest ironed out, right?" dillon finally. His eyes were still focused on the PSP screen in his arms.

Devlin nodded lightly. Although still not understand the words of the brother.

"So, you want me to buy you an iron?" terka Devlin was hesitant.

"No" replied Dillon lightly. His attention was still focused on the electronic objects in his hands.

"Keep what, dong?" urgently Devlin was curious.

Dillon chuckled small. "That's why I said no. Your brain doesn't exactly make you what I mean, does it?" ledek Dillon's.

Devlin pursed his lips in annoyance, but before long, as he again tried to guess. "You want me to buy you a shirt that doesn't tangle easily?"

"KUMA." Dillon. He really blew his laughter.

"I just want to ask you to do my shirt. That's why you can't be nervous" Dillon explained in between his laughter.

"Whatever! You don't have to give me a gift, because I won't love you either" wrath Devlin. He got up from the sofa violently, then passed towards the room. Though he was serious and Dillon just keep on getting mocked, making him want to cry.

"My dear sister is really plain" muttered Dillon, amused.

***

"Devlin! the door is locked, right. I'm going in."

"Not come in!"

Silent moment.

"Devlin! Mackenzie's coming in, he said."

"Not bring Mackenzie!"

Silent again.

"I was kidding. Sorry, yeah."

"I'm kidding, really," said Dillon again. He himself chose to sit on the edge of the bed facing the sister who refused to meet face to face with him.

"OKAY. Tomorrow's birthday I'm buying sports shoes" continued Dillon.

This time Devlin turned his head, about to protest. But he did not do it, because Dillon interrupted. "No! There is no Heel-Heelan. Ba-ha-yep."

Devlin was still pouting. He turned back to the window, staring at the leaves of the tree that swayed lightly due to the afternoon breeze.

"Then I taught you how to play basketball" continued Dillon. Slowly, because he deliberately wanted to see Devlin's reaction.

And sure enough, Devlin turned his head again with a face of his sumringah, then tried to negotiate, "Pink color, huh?"

Dillon nodded slowly, then pretended to take the big teddy bear on the bed as camouflage.

Devlin got up and hugged Dillon tightly. "Seriously? Seriously? Seriously?" tanya Devlin.

Dillon chuckles. He remembered, Devlin had repeatedly whined for teaching basketball, but he always refused.

"Yaaaa, dear Devlin," replied Dillon, replying to Devlin's embrace.

***

Devlin was busy learning to cook with his mother. Every dinner hour she runs straight into the kitchen and helps whatever mom asks for. Cutting radishes, washing fish, frying tofu, and so on. Yes, although in the end the mother also had to intervene to complete Devlin's work which is sometimes far from satisfactory, the word is, but the mother was quite happy because her daughter had the intention to learn to cook at her current age.

Dillon's just messy now, because he rarely has time to bully Devlin who is now suddenly super busy at home.

"Devlin's." Dillon leaned her body on the edge of the pantry table, then played the origin of the dishwasher faucet nearby.

Without turning his head, Devlin muttered and it irritated Dillon.

"Devlin..," Dillon called back. This time it was like a whimper.

Devlin. He was also upset because his concentration of peeling onions was disturbed by the sudden-fussy Dillon.

The busy mother blenders the seasoning at the end of the pantry table at a glance glances at them, then smiles knotfully.

"Mackenzie was hungry, he said," said Dillon.

"Yaudah, feed quickly" replied Devlin. Sometimes he rubbed his eyes that began to sting.

"No want! He's your son" Dillon murmured.

Devlin swerved, then shifted to the sink and pushed Dillon with his arm to let the big brother step aside. Then, he washed his hands there and dried them with a dry towel. Without speaking again, he stepped up and headed towards the Mackenzie food storage. While on my tiptoes to reach the food box, Devlin said, "Mom, I'm feeding Mackenzie for a bit, yes. Bring it up and let me finish."

Devlin immediately left, as the mother smiled and nodded lightly. Followed by Dillon who spontaneously followed Devlin.

Devlin frowned, when he found the Mackenzie food bowl still had almost half the cat-specific food in it. He turned his head to Dillon who was right behind him, and found the older brother grinning.

"What the hell, Dillon?" devlin's snort is sloppy.

"So he said he was hungry. Means Mackenzie lied to me," said Dillon.

Devlin screeched, then stepped back to the kitchen.

"Ih, you're so busy being a gini, anyway? Cooking nights. Trus. ngerjain PR. Trus.. went straight to sleep, "dillon protested at length.

Devlin narrowed his eyes, looking suspiciously at Dillon.

"You..," Devlin pointed his index finger at Dillon with his eyes still squinted. Then it continued, "Kangen is like me, huh?" devlin Goda.

Dillon. Try as soon as possible to find a reason to give up. But, suddenly his genius brain betrayed him. He found no reason to give up.

"Yes. So do not keep busy," replied Dillon finally, looking down. He cursed to himself, when he heard Devlin chuckle amusedly. But then, a hug he got. Devlin hugged her, and still with a slight giggle, he said, "I miss Dillon too, really."