Manful Guys Overseas

The Twin's Past

In fact, sambel from pecel catfish that I eat it tastes tasteless and very much different from the artificial nyokap I at home there. The comparison between 1:10 is far, right? But for some reason, I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed every bite of sambal that I took, I enjoyed every mouthful that came into my mouth, I enjoyed this moment, a moment of eating together with Hanif. Although this was not a candle light dinner, Hanif was also seen enjoying the food.

Hanif eats very greedily, sometimes he chocolates chili from pecel catfish very much which causes sweat to pour from his forehead. Sometimes he wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. It's so funny how he looks when he wipes his sweat.

Author: Fal... Sjsshhh... Drink.... Ssshhhhhhc... Pedeshh....

Hanif's face was flushed with piquancy, but I still faithfully looked at her sweet face. Though I think this sambel is also not too spicy. Apparently, Hanif is not the type of girl who is strong enough to eat spicy food.

Author: Faaalll.... Ssshhhhhc.... Cepet fetch minuuum...

I: E..eh, yes.

I then rushed to the kitchen to grab a drink at the dispenser. While waiting for the glass to fill up, I smile for myself to imagine when I see Hanif's smile, when I hold Hanif's hand, when I have a moment with Hanif.

So, uh,

Is this called love?

After eating, Hanif and I approached Amel on the porch of my house.

Amel: Did you eat it? Very long deeeh, lest you guys just say anything? Ngaku hayo!

I: It's a long time ago, because Hanif once bribe directly drink.

Hanif: Ih pedes tau sambelnya!

I: Suru who tried nyocol sambelnya mostly.

Hanif: Biarin, it's delicious!

Amel: It is good that there is Naufal! Aye right? Haha.

I just smiled in response to Amel's joke, while I saw Hanif blushing in embarrassment and blushing.

Amel: Tuh kaaan her face is red, cie-cieeee hahahaha.

Hanif: Oh my brother, it's ah...

I: Uh Nif, aren't you coming home? It's almost this loh. Ga wanted?

Hanif: I went home and asked to pick me up with Dad, later he said he would pick me up in front of the complex.

Line: Oooh..

Hanif had come home a while ago after being called by his father who reported that he was in front of the complex. The sound of crickets is now starting to be disheveled, the night air is increasingly piercing the skin. I and Amel were still sitting on the porch, we were both sitting next to each other and gazing up while looking at the convex moon that appeared in mid-August.

Amel: False...

I: Oi.

Lets: Hmmm, mmm.

Amel was still staring straight at the moon while being silent, then he smiled and began to tell stories.

Amel: In the past, I was the same Aya everywhere always both. From the beginning of entering Kindergarten until SMP must always be both. Aya used to be jovial, often laughing with me, laughing with the same other coolness, anyway he used to be very different from the same now.

I: What difference does it make now?

Amel: Do you think you should have been punished with him yesterday? Now he's the one who gets emotional just because of small things. The sensitivity level is higher than the Aya I used to know. He is also now more easily touched by his heart, just as I was equally clear that the contents of your love letter are real, at first he did not believe. Keep fitting I met him same Hanif continued the same men you.....what's his name?

Name: Fauzan.

Amel: Yes, Fauzan, keep them both clear directly to Aya, he immediately cry. He feels so guilty about punishing you like that. So just as he was hugging you back then, I think it's natural.

Line: Mmmm...

Amel: In the past too, he was at best just as mamah and I myself was closer to papah. But when mamah was taken by God when I was the same as him sitting in the 2nd grade Junior High, Aya began to be quiet. Rarely socializing, rarely laughing with me as well as other friends. Well continue the peak of change Aya tuh pas papah want to marry again. I actually agree with the same papah, just Aya strongly rejects papah's decision. A few months before the wedding papa again, Aya is getting less and less at home and she prefers to sleep at the grandmother's house. After my marriage, Aya really moved from home and 2 years have never returned to my house. I persuaded him to come back home, he still didn't want to. He said, if in the house he often miss the same mamah and now there is a new 'mamah' who menggegantiin his biological mama, that's what makes him not want to go back home. I'm sad now, I miss Aya, I miss Aya...

I lowered my gaze from the sky and looked at Amel from the side. I saw a tear streaming down her cheek but Amel raised his head to hold back his tears.

I don't know what to do after hearing Amel's story, do I have to comment? Or should I give you a solution?

I: I don't know what to do...

Answer me clumsily.

Amel: You don't have to do anything Fal. I can tell this story just like you.

I: Oh yes, how do you tell me the same personal matter?

Amel: I just want you to know the other side of Aya, I don't want anyone to think negatively about Aya.

Lt: Ooh...

I just said 'Ooh.' while nodding.

Amel: Fal, I go home first. Already malem.

Me: Want me anther?

Amel: Hahaha what is diaker? My house people are just a few different houses from here. I'm going home, daaaah!

I drove Amel home to the front of the fence and then noticed Amel's back walking away from my house. Then I closed the fence and sat back on the terrace staring at the moon. In a bit, I can feel the suffering that Aya is feeling.

The nighttime Eve was getting more piercing, the jacket I was wearing was not at all able to withstand the attack of cold air forces. So I decided to go into the house and go to sleep.

Aya, your past is the same I turned out to be equally heavy...