LONLIN: Twins 13

Finally

"Sorry, yeah. You just came but you always have to prepare breakfast like this." Mother, who had just arrived this morning, looked regretful when she found her only daughter back in the kitchen. He lost quickly.

Devlin turned his head, then smiled gently. "Every day I cook, Mom."

Mom smiled back, then gently sucked the top of Devlin's head. "Because of that ... Now I want you to, mommy's cooking for you."

Dillon, who had just stepped down from the top floor, quietly observed the two women from behind. When Devlin turned around with his hands full of food plates, he got up and sat in his chair.

Not expecting it, spoiled, crybaby children, and always whining if you want something, are now adept at processing food. And yesterday, Dillon had secretly acknowledged the delicacy of Devlin's cooking.

"Last night, I called Mom. She misses you like that." Mom smiled gently, then sat down in her chair, followed by Devlin.

"Dad also asked for your lecture, Dillon," Mother continued.

Dillon shrugged his shoulders lightly, then sipped his drink slightly.

"Why don't you call me, anyway?" grubbing Devlin. He pursed his funny lips, then typed a few words on the phone and sent them to his father.

Dillon observed the smiling Devlin as he read the reply message. It turned out that Devlin's smile was still the same, only the intensity was different.

"Mother, I'll be out again, yeah." Devlin put his phone back down, then turned to Mom.

"Hm, with Gibran?" guess mom with a teasing smile.

Devlin gawked, then misbehaved to explain. However, Dillon had already interrupted to leave for campus.

***

In the afternoon, Devlin had gone home and found Dillon sitting on the sofa watching television. He went to the refrigerator and drank a glass of clear water there. Sometimes he steals a look at Dillon who does not ignore his existence.

"Home home?" Devlin. Makes Dillon inevitably surprised as well. Only Dillon's murmur was obtained from Devlin's question just now. Making Devlin glance in disappointment.

"Why not go to college?"

Devlin canceled his intention to head straight for the room, when Dillon asked so.

"Why indeed? What's college fun?"

Dillon shrugged his shoulders lightly, "Pretty fun."

"If so, I might consider it" Devlin replied.

It felt like someone had to knock down the bulkhead, so Devlin approached and decided to sit next to Dillon. Really awkward.

Minutes passed and no one came back to try to start. Both seem to prefer to pretend to be swept away in a television show in front of them.

Devlin had desperately defeated his ego in order to be able to sit here. So, he would not budge again for the sake of creating a topic of conversation, Devlin thought.

Gasping, Devlin planned to move on and continue his intentions to the room. However, Dillon had already opened the chat again.

"Still in touch with Gibran?"

Devlin did not turn his head, but he seemed to think for a moment. "Since moving to Kalimantan he's been calling me a lot" he explained.

Dillon nodded, then remained silent again.

"Sweep too, yes, he."

This time Devlin looked over. His frown did not understand.

"Where can you cut ties with a guy like Gibran, right?"

"Dillon's."

Quite stunned to hear Devlin mention his name. However, he again continued, "Six years, right, not a short time and you are still so familiar. That's good."

"It's not short" Devlin said coldly.

"Goodoo. It is not arbitrary to lower prestige just for the sake of contacting someone. It has to be chosen."

Devlin stared at Dillon sharply. Can't stop thinking about what Dillon just said. "of course. Which can be carelessly relented."

Dillon looked quickly. Coldly reply to the gaze of the sister.

"Can, I told you, good," replied Dillon fiercely.

Dillon frowned in annoyance. He snorted, then got up and walked away.

"He never left me" Devlin said sharply. His gaze was down, looking at his clenched hand on the lap.

Dillon stopped, then turned his body rough. A little upset, he said, "Nyindir me?"

"Sensitized quack?" Devlin got up. Not trying to deny, Devlin actually stepped away from Dillon. Condemning his decision earlier that pretentious want to change the situation.

"You left me. You forgot?"

Devlin stopped his footsteps. However, it seems that he has no intention of turning his body around.

"You decided to leave. End it all," press Dillon. Breath hunting. It felt like the temperature was suddenly above the normal threshold. He needs to leave now. Need to cool the head.

"So, you think I ended it?" devlin's voice sounded vibrating. He finally turned his body, returning Dillon's sharp gaze.

"If I was alone that day, what do you think?" Devlin's face hardened withstanding the cries. He was disappointed this time.

"At that time, I'm entitled to be selfish?" Shut up for a moment, then half in despair, Devlin continued, "I guess we can share the task. I thought you understood."

Dillon mute. He let Devlin say what he wanted to say.

"I can't believe I can, but I believe there must be you who made me. I believe you'll always be there even if we separate." A single tear finally escaped at the corner of Devlin's eye. Her lips shook with the sobs.

"I believe one day you'll pick me up."

Dillon. His heart was breaking right then and there.

"I'm waiting for you. You don't know, do you?"

Devlin's defense collapsed. He finally really sobbed. Dillon moved his legs quickly, embracing Devlin in his arms. His heart shattered as he felt his shoulders warm from Devlin's tears.

Dillon was crying too. Her chest is painful. He really held Devlin tight. Hugged the brother who had not met for a long time. Yeah, sister.

They cry together. Sobbing together. This time together.

***

Devlin turned his head when he heard the door of his room being knocked. He rushed to leave the laptop still on and switched to open the door.

There's Dillon there.

"A ... What's up?" devlin asked confusedly.

"Ti ... nothing," Dillon sneered, then smiled with satisfaction as he watched Devlin put on a pouting face. He then stepped into Devlin's room, leaving the owner still silent in the doorway.

"Just want to visit, miss stutters," seduced Dillon, then casually sat on Devlin's bed.

Devlin threw his giant stuffed chicken thigh at Dillon, then sat back in front of his laptop.

"Let's go for a walk."

Devlin turned his head quickly to hear Dillon's invitation just now and found Dillon was pretending to bite his stuffed chicken thigh.

Chuckling for a moment, Devlin then turned off his laptop, then turned the body to face Dillon. "Where are you going?"

"Well, then."

Putting on the look of his thinking for a moment, Devlin then chimed in, "You're the one who's buying, yeah."

Dillon. Opening his mouth wide, pretending to be surprised. "It still hasn't changed."

And, yeah. They finally broke together.

"But I can't take long. It's okay, right? I have an appointment at 3 o'clock."

"Gibrans?"

"Yup."

Instantly Dillon's face turned sour.