LONLIN: Twins 13

Guess

Devlin let out a bored breath. He closed the novel he had read, then looked at Dillon who was lying on the sofa and sighed again when he saw Dillon as cool as reading comics.

"Dillon! What if we play guess?"

Not yet Dillon replied, Devlin had already started the action.

"City, what city is the most impatient?"

There was no reply from Dillon, he just glanced at the lazy Devlin.

"The answer is Cikarang, yey!" Devlin cheered with his own answer.

"Again, huh?" Devlin put on a thoughtful look, then started again, "Why in Frozen is Ana and Elsa's name?"

Dillon did not answer again, but this time he raised his eyebrows.

"Because if you play Ana and Antum it's called an Arab movie," replied Devlin giggling.

"Again, huh?"

Masha Allah. Dillon stared at his sister inexhaustibly. However, he nodded as well.

"Now we go to the chemicals first" Devlin explained before starting. "What chemical compounds are the creepiest?"

Dillon got up and sat facing Devlin. He seemed interested.

"Asam Asetan".

"Aish! Love me a chance to think first," Dillon replied, upsetting Devlin and not cheering.

"OKs. Calm still there." Devlin grinned, then continued, "What chemical compounds are often sworn in?"

Devlin had almost opened his mouth again, as Dillon shouted, "Asam laknat!"

Dillon's answer just made Devlin tick.

"Ah, chemistry is not fun. We're moving to biology."

"Yey! Aren't we?" Dillon cheered and Devlin did not care. He was prepared to continue his guess.

"What kind of disease do you see as sinful?" ask Devlin confidently. He was sure Dillon would not be able to answer.

"Asam aurat," replied Dillon casually.

Devlin who was about to answer him clenched his lips. He stared intently at Dillon then moved and grabbed his hair without warning. Makes Dillon scream in shock.

"YAAA! If I can't answer why are you asking me to guess?"

Devlin removed his hand from Dillon's hair with a pouting face, then he walked stomping his feet towards the room. Leaving Dillon looking at him confused.

***

Dillon squinted as the flashlight shone right in his eyeball. Devlin and his favorite pink flashlight are the prime suspects.

"Dillon, you suspect it's gonna rain tonight?" tanya Devlin kept the flashlight right on the sister's face.

Dillon turned her back to the study table, where she had completed her schoolwork since.

"I don't suspect. After all, said the religious teacher, suspecting it is not good," replied Dillon while dismissing Devlin's flashlight so that his face does not continue to be a victim.

"I'm serious." Devlin finally turned off his flashlight.

"What's that?" ask Dillon at last.

"Wow. Surprising nights like this can be windy" said Dillon lazily.

"I'm serious" whispered Devlin with great emphasis.

"Then why?"

"If it's windy, it usually rains."

"Then?"

"When it rains, the electricity usually goes out."

"And?"

"You know, right? I'm afraid of the dark."

"Continue."

"I slept here, huh?"

"Forget it" Dillon replied sparingly. He jumped into his bed. As if trying to assert, that there was no room for Devlin.

"I'll sleep quietly, '" persuaded Devlin.

Dillon.

"I can sleep in the corner of the bed."

"I prefer the corner of my bed to be occupied by Tutu" replied Dillon. Tutu was Dillon's stuffed turtle.

This time Devlin did not bid. His face was sad, as he said, "Sleeping on the sofa is okay too."

Dillon was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat wisely. "I don't want to share a pillow with you. Take your own pillow."

Wush~

Like getting a breath of fresh air, Devlin sumringah acutely. He nodded strongly and walked quickly to pick up the pillow in his room.

After 30 seconds, errat, 20 seconds, Devlin returned with a pillow, bolster, and Tuto-doll favorite giraffe. Making Dillon roll his eyeballs, when he saw all Devlin's sleeping gear.

Devlin slid straight into the bed, but was quickly stopped by Dillon.

"Eitz! The sofa, right, right there," said Dillon as he pressed his chin towards the sofa.

Devlin. "A-I'm actually sleeping on the couch?"

Devlin's face was so sad. He was sad not to play. However, he finally stepped foot onto the sofa that Dillon had pointed at.

"I'm kidding." Dillon giggles at how miserable Devlin's expression is.

"Seriously?" ask Devlin pouting.

"Yes. Here and there, sleeping in the corner with Tutu."

"Dillon?"

Dillon giggles again. "Enough it's just you and your pillows hitching a ride here. Throw away those rolls and giraffes."

"Dillon?"

"This time I'm serious, Devlin!"