MY SUNFLOWER

Advice

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"So it's true you're lovers?"

"Sister! I told you we weren't lovers" Tristan argued.

"Then? If not lovers why are you living together?"

"The story is long."

"I'll hear you," answered Typhoon.

Tristan shuffled his mane in frustration, this was one of the traits he did not like about his older brother. His brother's curiosity is very big, if the cool word is KEPO (Knowing Every particular Object).

"Let me explain." Stela took over.

"Explain!" Typhoon did not care about Tristan who had been surly looking at it.

Flowing Stela's story, from the beginning of her meeting with Tristan, the reason why they lived together and also ... "Sir Typhoon take it easy, soon I'll move from here." Those were the words of Stela that instantly made Tristan flinch. Again that sentence came out, Tristan was fed up with hearing it.

"You're not going anywhere!" cold Tristan break up. His eyes were staring at Stela.

"I'm leaving, don't you mind my presence yourself, hm? So why do I stay here for so long?" reply Stela no less cold. He challenged Tristan's eyes without fear.

"I'm not letting you out of this apartment!" Tristan warned.

"You have no rights over me!" stela doesn't like it.

DEG

Tristan dies a flea, but he won't budge. "You should stay here. Clean this apartment, cook me food and everything!"

"Why should I do that, you're not my boss who's willingly telling me to do this and that!" stela protest not accepted.

"You should keep doing it, because you still owe me!"

DEG

Stela is silent, debt? Since when did he owe this shitty guy a debt.

"I never borrowed your money, dear Mr. Tristan, so there is no debt between us!"

"So you think you've been living in this apartment for free, huh?" Tristan nerd ria.

"No. Didn't I pay for it by doing all the work you asked me to do. Cleaning the house, cooking food, etc. Did you forget, sir?" Now it was Stela's turn to smile on her side.

DEG

Tristan's smile faded. He had no more words to hold Stela back from leaving.

"So, thank you for all the good you've done. I'm leaving here tonight." Stela got up from her seat and ran into the room.

"If you don't want him to leave, that's not how to hold him. You even hurt her more with those words." The typhoon who had witnessed the debate, began to raise its voice.

Not paying attention to her brother's words, Tristan got up and walked slowly to his room.

"Ck, they are like lovers who are fighting and since when did Tristan become such a unstable teenager?" Typhoon shook his head to see his sister's temperament. From his point of view, he caught Tristan putting feelings on the beautiful girl but it seemed that his little sister was unaware of her own feelings.

"Mas, Ara's asleep. Pity him if it continues on me like this," said Intan could not bear. From the start of the debate, Ara was already asleep. It was fortunate that he did not hear his uncle's childish debate.

"Hm .. Can you talk to the girl first. If you can, tonight you and Ara sleep in her room. I will sleep with Tristan, after all I must also give some advice to the boy," he said.

"All right ..." Intan nodded. The typhoon kissed the forehead of the princess who had fallen asleep and then turned to the wife's forehead. "Good sleep" he said.

.... ...

Stela leaned behind the closed door. He shed his tears right there. For a long time, only this time he felt the name of heartache. He was so hurt to hear all the words that came out of Tristan's mouth. So, all this time the man only thought of her as a maid who was only needed to clean the house and also prepare food. Stela thought, for a month their relationship was close, even Stela remembered well when Tristan ran her as a friend. Is this how you treat a friend according to that guy? He really doesn't understand.

Tok ... tok ...

The sound of knocking on the door made Stela gasp, she immediately drove away the tears that ran down her cheeks.

"Can I come in?" A woman's voice sounded from outside.

Slowly Stela turned the knob and opened the door of her room. Seen a woman who was holding a small boy, Stela guessed if she was the wife and child of her brother Tristan.

"Do I bother you?" ask Intan.

"Absolutely not." Stela shook her head. They're still at the door.

"Can I come in? My daughter's asleep," asked the woman to have one child.

"Oh sorry, please!" Stela immediately covered to the side and let the woman in.

Intan entered and immediately laid Ara on the bed. Not to forget, he also enveloped his only daughter so as not to be bitten by mosquitoes.

While Intan is busy with the child, Stela chooses to pack up. He took all his clothes out of the closet which he would later put in a large bag that he had prepared from far away to transport his clothes.

Intan realized that, he got up from the bed and walked closer to Stela.

"Your name is Stela?" ask Intan gently.

"I-iya," nods Stela.

"Where are you going?" Intan asked again when he saw Stela start packing her clothes into a big bag. It was not that he did not know the matter between Stela and his sister-in-law, it was just that he wanted to give her a little advice.

"Those nights?"

"Yes ..." Stela still continued to compile her stuff.

Intan was silent for a moment, he walked back and threw his butt on the bed. The woman of Typhoon was a little glaring. "I've known Tristan since he was in elementary school" he said.

Stela who heard him suddenly stopped the activity, she turned her head and looked curiously at the black woman.

Seeing Stela's distracted attention, Intan smiled inwardly. "You hear my story?" Intan asked.

Stela was down, actually she was a little curious, but quite prestige to admit it let alone the story was about Tristan.

"If you don't want to, I'll sleep now," Intan's little threat turns on Stela, the girl gets up and approaches Intan. They sat side by side on the bed.

"I-I want to hear." Stela finally gave up. It is the type of girl who has a high curiosity, if hung like this she will keep thinking.

"But the story is long, how is it?" Intan.

"It's okay, I'll hear you." Stela nodded steadily.

"When will you spend a lot of time?"

"Yes, no problem. A-I can endure my sleepiness," Stela's innocent answer made Intan smile with anxiety. The girl was very funny in her eyes.

"Well, let's just go to bed, shall we?" bring Intan. Stela nodded. They lay face to face, with Ara in the middle.

Intan breathed a sigh of relief, at least he could restrain Stela from staying tonight.

.......

Cklekk

Tristan's bedroom door opened from the outside, he who was looking at the city from behind the big window in his room looked straight back. It turned out that the storm was coming in.

"What's wrong with my sister?" ledek is five years older than Tristan.

"If Big Brother just wants to mock me, you better get out! I'm not in a good mood to argue," retorted Tristan lazily.

"I want to sleep here." Typhoon threw his body on the soft mattress belonging to the sister.

WHWHAT?

Tristan glared in annoyance at the older brother who was already comfortable lying on his bed.

"Where are Brother Intan and Ara?" Tristan went up to the bed, his body he leaned on the head of the bed.

"He slept in Stela's room" replied the Typhoon whose eyes began to shut.

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-would Stela go?" ask Tristan lirih.

"Where do I know, just look for yourself!" Adrian's answer made Tristan's hand itch to squeeze his brother's mouth. But this is not a good time for that.

"You like it?" Tristan, who had just laid down his body, was shocked to hear Typhoon's question. He looked at the older brother who was currently looking at him deeply.

"No, brother, how could I like someone in just one month. That's bullshit," he replied steadily.

"But why don't you look so willing if he moves?" Typhoon's eyes squinted waiting for his sister's answer. He will know clearly when Tristan is lying and when he is not lying. Typhoon knows too well the nature of his sister.

"I-I told you that he still owes me!" Tucked a little nervous tone in Tristan's voice when answering him.

"Oh, but he said he didn't owe you anything. And as for him who lives in your apartment, he has not paid for it by working to clean the house and cook for you" explained Taufan trying to corner Tristan.

Tristan was so amazed, it turned out that his brother's memory was so strong that he remembered every detail that Stela had said.

"If you like to admit it, do not prestige later regret," rafan recalled.

"I told you, I don't like it!" tristan said firmly.

"Not liking but fear of loss, Ck."

"Whatever you want to say, I'm tired of serving you!" Tristan closed his eyes. All day his emotions ran out, so he needed a break.

Typhoon commented on the smile behind Tristan's sleeping back.

"Tomorrow I will go to Lombok to inaugurate the resort branch that is there. Wanna come?" bring Typhoon.

"My schedule is full for the next week, brother. Maybe next time I'll be there." Tristan changed his sleeping position to his back.

"If you go there with Stela, will you?" goda Typhoon.

"Sister!" tristan protests bored.

"Sorry, go to sleep!" Typhoon patted Tristan's head slowly. Really ... he loved his sister very much. The memory of his late mother who was also very fond of his sister, made the tears of Typhoon suddenly melt.

"I pray that you will always be happy, my sister" Typhoon hoped before he fell asleep.

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