
Mario got off his bike, behind him was Pandu, the 10-year-old brother. They both arrived at an indo3.
"Dik, would you like to come to Dalem or would you care for the parking lot?" mario asked his brother. Pandu thinks.
"Parking is a bang." replied Pandu.
"Jude, sit there. Don't go where."
"Yes, but no promise." replied Pandu with a whimper.
"Gue throw it under the bridge if it's falling apart," threatened Mario sadistic, so that his sister does not disappear. Because Pandu his son is very active there is only what he will do.
Mario left in front of his brother. He had to buy some of his needs and take care of his brother earlier.
Long enough Pandu waited for Mario to come while looking at people passing by. Just like a lost child.
"Bang lo!" yelled at a guy who had just come out of Indo3.
The young man did not hear because he was spawning. Pandu took the wallet of the young man who fell not far from him.
"Why, Ndu?" ask Mario who just came. "Whose wallet is this?"
"That's bang. The elder brother." said Pandu while pointing at the young man who was a few steps ahead of them both standing up.
"Let my brother turn around. You are here." said Mario then passed to the young man earlier.
"Eh mas sorry, his wallet fell" said Mario while patting the young man's shoulder.
The young man looked over, "Eh thank you. Maybe it fell just as I took hp." he said.
Mario was silent when he felt he had seen the young man. He's like the guy who was piggybacking on Olin this afternoon.
"Other times be careful" he said and left.
"Yes, thank you" said the young man.
Mario went with Pandu. Before leaving indo3 he clakks the young man who was still there.
---------------------------------------------
Olin woke up from his sleep. He apparently fell asleep in the family room. He checked the clock on his phone at 5 p.m. Olin immediately went to her room to take a shower.
Olin's last message not read by Raven may be that he's still driving at the moment. Olin chose to pray first because the adzan magrib had been heard.
The sound of a car horn sounded right as Olin had just descended from the last rung of stairs. He immediately ran to open the gate. His house actually has a bell, but his two brothers who do not have morals always clakkson brutally.
Raven got out of the car when she parked her car. "Does prayer dik?" ask Raven to Olin.
"Well, what's this?" he asked when he saw Raven's hands carrying several bags of groceries.
"Food stuff, I was shopping for a while" said Raven.
"What a hell?"
"Again there's a little windfall. Yaudah let's go inside," he asked while holding soft Olin.
"Abang want to take a shower, you ready the food in the white bag that yes. We'll eat together." said Raven and left Olin.
Olin's cell phone rang loudly turned out to be his gang. Anya and Saras were discussing PR, they both asked olin to send a reply.
Olin had no intention of replying to messages in the group. He only read the messages of his two best friends who were fighting in the roomchat. Olin smiled at the behavior of his two friends who always disagreed. One likes the Raven bang and the other likes the Davi bang.
Maybe this time, which is called the risk of being the sister of two handsome brothers like Raven and Davi.
"Why, Lin? how smiling?" asked Raven who had just come over to Olin at the dinner table.
"Oh no kok bang this time Olin's friends again make riot in the group roomchat."
Raven nodded, "Jaudah eat yuk." Olin nodded and took the rice. The meal was both very quiet, no one was to drown out the conversation.
"Bang Davi why do you always come home from the mall anyway, bang?" ask Olin to her sister.
"Maybe he has a stacking task that must be completed immediately before the UN." replied Raven briefly.
"Yes almost every day."
"Udah, Olin don't have to think about it. That's bang Davi's business. Olin just focus on school." said Raven softly to his little sister.
Olin just kept quiet while nodding.
"It's learning ya." again Olin nodded. He always obeyed what his brother said. He never defied even the slightest of Raven's orders as long as it was good for him.