LONLIN: Twins 13

Lousy

Devlin is now, not as feminine as Devlin was in his teens. Only maroon knitwear and jogger pants that she matched with a patterned hijab, as well as a sneaker with matching colors were enough for her to meet her current junior high school friend, Gibran.

He rushed out of the room, having grabbed his sling bag quickly when the door was suddenly opened and presenting Dillon's flat face.

"A ... What's wrong?"

Dillon did not immediately reply, he slipped his hands casually into his pants pocket, letting the sister stare in confusion. "Gibran is outside" he said later.

Devlin nodded, then muttered his thanks before returning to continue his steps down the stairs.

Dillon hasn't moved. Only, his eyes were still trailing at Devlin's movements. Still not accustomed to the two words that are now suddenly so often heard. Sorry and thank you are sacred words that Delvin hardly ever uttered to Dillon.

***

It was exactly 10 p.m., and Devlin had not yet returned. Not intended to worry actually, but still Dillon paced unclear. Go up and down the stairs, then bury yourself in a blanket, then come down again from the bed, look out the window, jump up to the bed again, kick the blanket again, and end with an indistinct grunt.

The rain that flushed since isya and accompanied by lightning and a series of rumbles became the reason for Dillon's worries to multiply. He jumped back out of bed for a few more times, then stepped down the stairs, again. This time he headed for the refrigerator and picked up a bottle of mineral water. Chugging him quickly without bothering to pour him into a glass.

"I think it's grown up. It turns out the same," Dillon poked. He put the bottle back down roughly, then looked back at the window. Sizzle again, then grumble again. Though his college assignments are piling up still he has not done because his brain can not be compromised.

Half an hour waiting, there was a crackling sound of the key child followed by the sound of the door opening and finally what Dillon was waiting for with a frown of seven came home as well.

Devlin took off his shoes that looked slightly dyed, then he placed them on the bottom of the shoe rack. He will wash tomorrow morning, he thought.

He was slightly jumped when he found Dillon suddenly right in front of him with his hand holding out a sky-blue towel. The twin brother did not say anything, he was silent like a zombie and made Devlin shudder as well when he received his towel.

After receiving a clumsy dry towel from Dillon, Devlin again muttered thank you, without wanting to long face Dillon.

Dillon himself was still standing in his place earlier and switched to suck his hands into the pocket of the pants he used, a habit like that.

The atmosphere was getting awkward, so Devlin decided to walk past Dillon with his hands still busy patting the towel on his wet face.

"Mom didn't come home tonight" Dillon told, prompting Devlin to stop, then turn around.

"Why?"

Dillon turned his head towards the window, then lightly shrugged his shoulders, and then replied, "Rain. I told you to stay over there."

Dillon raised his eyebrows, then answered again the little sister's irit questions, "At the mother's friend's house. Working partner."

Devlin. There was something he was thinking about and Dillon knew what it was.

"Women."

Dillon's reply just miraculously made Devlin raise his head, then comment on the smile that spontaneously stunned Dillon.

This time it was Dillon who walked clumsily past Devlin. He intends to go to the room to do urgent tasks that want to be completed immediately. A smile was engraved on his lips in response to Devlin's smile just now, even without the knowledge of his sister.

***

The rain subsided when Dillon had just finished his college assignment. He glanced at the phone and was not surprised to find the number 01.05 there.

Just now he breathed a sigh of relief because he was finally able to rest his eyes that felt stiff due to reading the writing with many Latin terms, when suddenly the electricity went out. Dillon sighed lazily, intending not to care because sleep was also dark. However, the drowsiness soon disappeared when his brain reminded him that there was Devlin there. Right next to her room and the girl was afraid of the dark!

Dillon jumped down from the bed with the help of a cellphone light that he swiftly picked up from the nightstand. He headed straight for Devlin's room with wide steps, but his steps came to a halt in the doorway when he realized that Devlin was not shouting his name at all as he used to when he was out of power.

Dillon was laughing at himself, Devlin was an adult, where perhaps it was still afraid of the dark, he thought. His hand that had touched the door handle began to keep him away.

Until the showdown in Dillon was over, Devlin still did not call. Dillon curses himself again, then turns to the room with his hands shuffling his own hair.

***

Devlin gulped his hard-earned saliva as his hand did not find the phone on the nightstand. His hand was already shaking out of control, yet he still tried to continue to feel in the dark. He was sure his cell phone was there.

His breath began to choking when the dark began to creep thick. She's afraid. And damn, now he just remembered, if the phone he put on the mattress right next to him.

So, he immediately changed position and re-groped the surface of the mattress. Almost desperate and choosing to cry, Devlin finally found the object. Pressing the origin of the phone button, then he could breathe a sigh of relief, when finally the object began to really glow.

Devlin went to look for emergency lights that are usually stored in the nightstand next to the closet and promised to later store them under the bed only.

The room is now bright. Devlin touched his forehead and felt a cold sweaty streak there. She smiled, laughed at herself, looked at the door and was disappointed that Dillon was not worried about her.