LONLIN: Twins 13

Dead Lights

After Dillon and Devlin are old enough for school, Gio and Evelyn decide to leave Kalimantan and move to Jakarta again, where they first meet. The job offer that Gio repeatedly refused finally accepted for a better life. His son is two and will go to school, of course many are starting to burden his mind.

"What if I take the offer?" gio asked Evelyn one day.

"You sure? Didn't you say you wanted to live in a small area just like mom and dad?"

"Mother is not there" said Gio.

"There's still a father, dear."

Gio took his breath heavy. Honestly, he was disappointed in the father who decided to marry again at the age of the death of the new mother in a matter of months.

"Yes, but the kids need school. Don't we want what's best for them?"

This time it was Evelyn who sighed, yet it was more refined. The woman who had been orphaned since childhood held the husband's hand and said softly, "I'm with you."

***

It's free your name is Devlin, but a coward like this," Dillon clucked. How not? Hearing a scream blaring Devlin in the middle of the night like this, making him have to with his head dizzy running towards the room of the sister who was right next to his room. And the scream that was able to make the sudden deaf lizard, just because the lights of his room were suddenly dead.

Devlin looked up, staring fiercely at the guy who had a face-to-cross, similar to him it was on tiptoes in the bed intending to change the light bulb.

"And you're alone..." Still looking up, Devlin continued his writing, "Anything? Playboy is so."

Dillon ducked, turning his gaze away from the light source ball, about to reply to the dark brown bead. "Just blame Mom and Dad for giving the wrong name."

Hearing Dillon's words just now, Devlin immediately brandished his steady thumb, then the two were caught in a burst of laughter.

Dillon jumped out of bed with a laugh that had not yet subsided. Holding his stomach amused, then sitting on the floor next to the bed.

"Hey, why come down? It wasn't ready yet," Devlin stomped his feet against the floor, then pulled Dillon's arm to move immediately.

"don't want. My neck hurt," said Dillon, then put Devlin's hand aside, and switched to rubbing his neck - which he said hurt.

"Dillon, let's hurry! Well, how am I supposed to sleep?" whinek Devlin doesn't want to know. His feet back to his feet.

"Isa. Don't wanna! Just do it yourself," refused Dillon, still sitting on the floor.

"Say me."

"I told Mom!"

"Say aja. They came home the day after," Dillon sneered. Almost blown away, when he saw the face of the 13-year-old girl in front of him began to blush to hold back tears.

"alright... Alright. You little boy," he said. Then go back up to the bed covered with a pile of pillows, then tiptoe up there.

Devlin stopped his whimper, then smiled knotfully. Back up his head noticed the rigid motion of Dillon who was trying to turn the light bulb.

"It has. Try pressing the switch" exclaimed Dillon. Obediently, Devlin rushed over to the switch beside the door, then pressed him doubtfully.

Trappist.

"Yey! Alive," exclaimed Devlin girang. "Thank you guys older than me for 15 minutes."

Dillon glanced, then quietly joined in with a smile. He immediately jumped out of bed, about to return to the room and continue his disturbed sleep.

His steps stopped at the doorway of the room, and chose to turn back to face the sister who was busy pulling the blanket.

"Devlin's."

"Hmm?"

"Good sleep."

"Hmmm. You too."

Trappist.

"DILLON FUCK! TURN THE LIGHTS ON!"

"Yet."