LONLIN: Twins 13

New Episodes of LONLIN's Life

"He wants to go to college here?" The leggy youth with clean white skin, raised questions to the mother who was busy replacing the bedcover with a new one bought.

His hands he crossed in front of his chest, then leaned leisurely against the wall near the door waiting for an answer.

"No. She decided not to go to college" replied the mother without turning her eyes. Bedcover motifs super splashy flowers into the focus of the eye highlight.

"Keep, why is he here?"

"Dillon!" The middle-aged woman who still exuded the charm of a woman at her age, rebuked dislike.

Dillon straightened his body clumsy. He was speaking wrong. Clumsy, he slipped both hands into the pocket of the pants he was using.

"Devlin is your brother. You didn't forget, did you?" The mother still stared in dislike, until Dillon cleared his throat and nodded lightly.

Strange indeed. Accustomed to having a sister, then forced to separate. And now ... Meet again.

"Why don't you ever call her again?" She went to the closet and opened the two doors. Full up. The closet was still full of Devlin's little clothes.

Mom turned to Dillon when she didn't get an answer.

"She didn't call me either." replied Dillon lazily.

He moved his feet a few steps, and was directly faced by a large white-framed window. He remembered Devlin's pouting face on a Sunday night when the voice was windy.

"Why should it be prestige, anyway? You guys, it's brother."

Dillon turned his head, then chose to sit on a bed that suddenly looked like a flower garden. His concern was glaring again. He remembered Devlin curled up when the toothache was here.

"He's an adult now." Mother's voice sounded again. Now he is busy sorting clothes in the closet, in order to provide empty space.

Dillon's leg swing stopped when his leg accidentally hit something. He leaned over, peeked under the bed and found a box there. Under Devlin's bed.

His hand grabbed the soft box made of wood-brown cardboard material, then placed it on his lap no matter the dust and opened it.

Yeah, Devlin's only high heels. Unknowingly, Dillon gave a smile when a flash of events when Devlin practiced wearing high heels to keep his mind up.

"Mom hope you guys can be like old times."

Like before?

Suddenly Dillon's smile faded. He closed the box and looked at the busy mother's back moving around.

Can it?

Six years is not a short time, is it?

Then Devlin's howl roared when he found Mackenzie drenched in blood appeared on his head, making Dillon gulp bitter saliva.

"You must be surprised to see him." Mother's voice sounded again.

Sure.

Father's face is still clearly reflected in Dillon's mind because although he does not visit often, but it is certain that the Father will come every year to meet him and every arrival of the Father ... Devlin never came.

"You know, if you're invited there never will."

Yes, Dillon also never wanted to try to meet Devlin, although the mother often visited Kalimantan to meet Devlin and invite him.

Why should he try first?

Until, now all that was left in Dillon's mind was the shadow of Devlin who decided to go follow father away without even turning to him once.

"I'm not important to him" said Dillon. Then, with wide steps out of the room left the mother staring at her back in despair.