LONLIN: Twins 13

Promises

Devlin knocked twice on Dillon's room door and just walked in without waiting.

Dillon who had just finished bathing and was changing clothes was immediately shocked. Devlin just relax. He immediately took a position and sat back in Dillon's study chair. Rotating his body and stacking his chin on the seat facing Dillon who was in a daze wearing his clothes quickly. Good thing to just wear clothes.

"You're! Not polite!" dillon grumbled after the sky blue t-shirt was perfectly worn.

"Mistake no door on your own" said Devlin. He still put his chin there. Looks really uninspired.

"What's up?" dillon asked as she grabbed the towel that had been lying on the bed and hooked it back to the back of the door.

"I'm bored" replied Devlin lazily.

"Then?" Dillon turned. She is busy brushing her hair while looking at the mirror. Although Devlin did not answer his question, Dillon suddenly realized something. Devlin is lonely, as there is usually always Mackenzie with him.

Dillon cleared his throat slowly. Then walk up to the bookshelf, then pick up something on the bottom of the bookshelf. A picture book.

He handed the picture book to Devlin and the younger brother grabbed it after a moment of silence.

First page is open.

"Bicycle picture?" devlin asked as he scrunched his forehead.

"That's a motorcycle picture!" Fierce Dillon.

Devlin chuckles. "A motor from where? You're not a talent for pictures" Devlin said.

Second page.

"Whoa flowers! You like flowers too?"

Dillon furious. Either his sister is working on it or what now.

"That's the sun, short!"

"The sun, how, are there eyes with the same mouth?"

"Keep, if a flower has eyes with its mouth, then?"

"Yes a cartoon version of the sunflower" said Devlin.

Dillon glared. Almost sorry for showing Devlin the picture book. Ham-pul.

Third page.

"It's..." Devlin looked up at Dillon's black bead, then continued, "I'm with you?"

Dillon smelled his smile. Then nod lightly. He moved closer to Devlin, and took a look at the picture. "Kok this time guess you're not wrong?"

"So they held hands," replied Devlin slowly.

Dillon smiled again.

"But I'm not that short!" devlin Protest.

Research again, and... "My hair isn't that curly either!"

Dillon let out a breath of air. "Judah, consider it not you!"

"No way! You'll only dare to hold my hand" seduced Devlin, then smile amusedly.

"Eum... Devlins."

Devlin looked up again when he heard Dillon say his name hesitantly, ignoring the picture on the fourth page.

"I always draw when I'm bored or sad, and it's powerful. Perhaps...," slowly Dillon held onto his sister's shoulder, then continued, "You can also try that way."

Devlin's gaze turned blank. He just kept quiet, then looked down, looked back at the next picture.

"It." Dillon wrote another picture book, and this time a new picture book.

"I want to see your first picture tomorrow. Okay?" said Dillon, then gently rubbed the top of his sister's head.

***

"Why you?" Devlin immediately asked when he found Dillon sitting staring at the window.

There was no reply from Dillon, making Devlin tremble. How to replace the angry brother?

"Hey! What's up?"

"Ck! Is there nothing?" Dillon looked on.

Devlin's eyes rounded, and immediately ran up to Dillon, then held onto his brother's shoulder. "You crying?"

"No!"

"Yes! You cry, Dillon." Basic Devlin, he actually confirmed things that should not need to be affirmed.

"Udah I said, eng... Indeed looks?"

"visibility. Your eyes are wet."

Dillon rubbed his eyes with both palms, then turned again to face the younger brother. "Now it's still wet?"

Devlin nodded lightly. "What's up, anyway?"

"There's nothing" replied Dillon lazily.

"Losing the Olympics yesterday?" Guess Devlin was sure.

"Ih! You know very well."

Devlin. However, his eyes squinted demanding an explanation.

"You know, right? I've learned to desperately, memorize this it, always a nutritious breakfast, exercise let the spirit, but..." Dillon at length.

Devlin nodded in understanding, then patted the elder brother on the shoulder. "That's hard, yeah, son."

"Devlin!"

Devlin exited the room with a stifled laugh. After giving a little encouragement and a lot of jokes, he decided to temporarily stay away from that one-on-one brother, so that Dillon could calm down. Devlin has managed to get out of the difficult times to forget Mackenzie, now it's Dillon's turn to be able to accept the reality if the struggle does not always win.

***

Coming out of Dillon's room, Devlin immediately heard his father and mother arguing, making Devlin stop his steps.

Actually the conflict began to feel, when the mother decided to return to work as a nurse at one of the hospitals in Jakarta a few months ago.

Fathers who feel mother reneging on promises, so often act cold at home. Yes, since the birth of her twin children, the mother decided to quit her job and choose to be an ordinary housewife, but later the mother began to complain about her routine, so he decided to go back to his old job without asking for father's approval first.

"You think they've grown up so can you stay that long?"

Cold talk happened again. The father who works as the chief mechanic at a famous vegetable oil factory in the capital is upset, every time they find their baby just alone at home.

"If anything happens they can call. The hospital where I work is not far from home" my mother replied.

Dad looked at his wife, then looked the other way trying to reduce his anger.

"Does anything have to happen before you care?" a little screaming father said. Makes Devlin flinch.

"Devlin had already been injured by a knife. Dillon had a fever, but you were never there when they needed you" he continued.

Dillon came out. Perhaps the sound of their quarrels was heard up to the room. He approached Devlin and stared at their parents from afar.

"You can scare them," I tried to calm them down.

"It is you who scares me. Suddenly decided to work again," the father sighed harshly, then continued, "It wasn't that we agreed, I made money! Keep on now what? Is the money I give you enough?"

Replace, Mother who takes her eyes off. Her eyes were reddening withstanding the crying.

Dillon, who feels something is strange to their parents, took the initiative to invite Devlin to leave. Not to mention their steps up the stairs, another clash was heard again.

"Now what do you want?!" mother sobbed with tears that kept flowing.

Dillon closed his eyes. Then back to pull Devlin back to continue his steps.