SUPPOSE THAT...

WE'RE BROTHERS

"As long as you stay here, this isn't your own room." Marisa smiled as she looked up at the child of her Ex-Husband Wife.

They were in a spacious bedroom with white paint and a king-size bed of old ash.

"Thank you, Mom." Dave smiled at the woman who was only that tall. While the Servants were busy putting 2 large suitcases belonging to Dave into the room, and immediately leave as soon as put her in the corner of the room.

"By the exact side is Kirana's room, she also studied at Jayabaya University and is your age." The woman with her long black hair in the neat loop said. "Mom hope, you can be familiar because you are brothers." he smiled again while stroking the shoulder of the Man who always covered part of his forehead with hair.

"...Yes." replied Dave who this time wearing the dark blue shirt after being silent some time.

Marisa smiled happily to hear it. " You clean yourself up first, and then come down to dinner together." He said as he walked towards the door with a face that was still turning towards him.

"Yes, Mom. Thanks..." Dave smiled until the small-looking Stepmother opened the door to her room, then came out and closed it back with a smile still on her face.

Dave immediately sat on the edge of the bed with both elbows resting on his thighs and both palms covering his face.

The spacious bedroom was quiet for her who was currently in the thicket of eternity and was surprised to know that the girl who the other day always made her chest rustle with her smile and silly behavior his Father's Brother 1.

"Daddy..." Kirana held her father's arm sitting next to her.

Andreas who was joking with Kiandra immediately turned his head towards her.

"A, is he really Daddy's son..?? " he asked with both bright brown eyes looking at his father. "My brother...??" his forehead was not convinced.

"Yes, he's Daddy's son from the first marriage." Andreas replied with a faint smile making Kirana's eyes round.

At that time they were sitting three with Kiandra on a large sofa in the middle room. Her mother was busy at the dinner table with the Servants to prepare lunch.

"Ta, but Daddy never told me that Daddy was married before." Kirana still can't believe it. There were a lot of questions on his mind, what else did this concern Dave. The man who since the first time they met had made his chest beat fast with his face that always loomed in his mind.

"Daddy was married before her..??" Kiandra spoke up. His sister who looks more like his mother is memandag Father and Sister alternately.

Andreas looked back at his 5-year-old son, at the top of his head. "Yes, Daddy's married to Mom." she smiled broadly.

Kirana bit her lower lip, she locked the intention to ask further away. Kirana knows, there's a Kiandra there. And neither he nor his father wanted until the innocent little boy wondered about adult matters.

Although actually Kirana believes that actually her Little Brother is not possible that easily.

The kiandra is intelligent from the embryo, taught directly by her assertive mother. His mind is more mature than most 5-year-olds.

Very inversely proportional to Kirana who since childhood until adolescence is always spoiled and too in love by her Opa who has died when she was 17 years old.

At 7 o'clock five of them were sitting neatly in the dining room with a long table made of teak wood which again filled with beautiful carvings on each leg of the table.

Kirana, who sat in front of Dave and was separated from the dining table, occasionally glanced at him.

"Mom doesn't know what your favorite food is, but since you've been living in Paris for a long time I've made some of the city's signature foods." Marisa smiled as she put the beef burguignon on Dave's rice plate.

"Thank you, Mom." Dave smiled accepting the dishes made of beef in his native area boiled using red wine. But this time Marisa just boiled it with a regular spice, without reducing its soft texture.

"Mother also made soupe al' oignon." her mother pointed to a small pot made of white porcelain that contained a soup of thick cow broth with pieces of garlic, while next to it there is a bowl containing chicken meat and grated cheese as a complement.

"Mother, what's her name like...??" Kiandra pointed to a dish consisting of various vegetables baked with pasta sauce and grated cheese on top.

"Oh, that's ratatouille her mother replied. "Kiandra ate it yes, it was healthy and delicious." she pointed her thumb with a big smile towards her Son who was sitting across the table beside Kirana.

"Waah.because there's Brother Dave today we're eating French cuisine !" Kiandra cheered.

Dave smiled knots in response to her.

"Eat a lot of Dave." His father, who was sitting next to him, said. " As soon as you knew you were going to stay here, your mother immediately learned the recipes of French cuisine." whispered the 50-year-old smilingly revealing a frown under her eyes.

Dave was a little surprised to hear it, but soon he smiled and nodded. "yes Dad." he said.

Kirana was still silently watching Dave who was sitting in the middle of her Father and Mother. To the extent that he who likes to eat has not touched his plate at all.

"Sir Dave is handsome, Kirana...??" Kiandra's whispers surprised her.

He sizzled softly towards his sister. "You with him call Kak, with me told to call Kak never want" he said irritatedly.

"You're not my brother, you're my enemy who always hides my toys." Kiandra answered fiercely.

Under the table Kirana immediately pinched her sister's thigh which made the 5-year-old boy grimace in pain.

"Kirana Bar-bar." Kiandra hissed in pain with bulging eyes looking at her brother while rubbing her painful thighs.

"You guys." His father's large voice made his two look towards him. "It's Dave's first day living with us, be polite." he said.

"Sorry Daddy." Kiandra answered while looking down. Quickly he took the rice and side dishes then ate.

Despite this, Kirana was still silent with a reddened face as Dave looked towards her. He lowered his head and picked up the cutlery and pretended to eat, but Kirana forgot that she had not even taken the rice.

Kirana stammered and quickly picked up the rice clumsily.she did not dare to raise her face because Dave was sitting right in front of her.

Dave who had already noticed Kirana's movements, spontaneously looked away and closed his mouth was not strong enough to hold back laughter.