The Charm of Twins S

Fail

Satria opened the door of the room, he saw Stela had fallen asleep, he closed the door again, then moved his feet closer to the bed where there was the wife who was asleep.

He saw the peaceful face of the wife who seemed many times more beautiful when she was in a state of sleep like this, and this is certainly the first time for him to see his idol in a state of closed eyes.

His outstretched hand smoothed a few strands of dangling brats blocking his girl's cheeks, until his gaze was accidentally sidetracked at some possession marks on Stela's white neck, which he had created earlier.

But a second later he chuckled amusedly, as well as feeling annoyed when remembering the incident, where he who was feeling something dusty, he said, but suddenly had to stop because Satya's twin brother cursed to interfere with his activities at that time.

"Tell me, tomorrow-tomorrow I'll be bales!" he smiled cunningly, there were many ideas lodged in his head to avenge all the ignorance of his brother.

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Just like the previous mornings, Satria would come out sitting casually in the balcony in front of her room, enjoying a cigarette, while Stela was still asleep, because the clockwork had just led to the figure of half-five in the morning, he slept last night when it was late.

Relax he lit a cigarette, sipped it slowly, until the silver-colored smoke puff was seen surging between the dark atmosphere of the morning.

"Where's bro, it works?"

A voice came from the side, making him gasp, and almost jump from the chair he was currently sitting in.

"Se*tan!" he said with annoyance, turning to Sisi where there is Satya who was leaning on the front wall of his room while chuckling.

"Seeing from the face of the wry elo, I guess it must have failed, right?"

"Damn it!"

"Relax, there's plenty of time!" Satya again chuckled, completely indifferent to the horror gaze of Satria who seemed to want to pounce on her right then and there.

Satria snorted while turning her face the other way.

"Lo don't know what happens when I go back to the room."

"Why?"

"Stela is asleep" he said ketus, making Satya clenched his jaw, but the next minute he laughed out loud.

"Could not diem lo, very much rese!" Satria throws Satya with his home sandal, while the thrown is even more twisted with his laughter.

"So how does Sat feel, a desire that is not channeled?" he again laughed mockingly, while wearing a sandal that was thrown by Satria earlier even if only next door.

"Go to anjirr"

Can not stand the joke in the form of ridicule he rushed into the room, not caring about the laughter that sounded clearly Satya into his room.

"Who's Sat?" tanya Stela who was already sitting on the edge of the bed, apparently the girl woke up because she heard Satya's laughter from in front of her room.

"Obviously, his grandson's ganged up!"

"Gerandong who?"

"Seriously, who?" tanyanya.

"Sikamvret who, have escaped! that one creature usually just makes me emotional."

"Satya?" guess it.

"Hm."

"You fought with him?"

Satria only shook her head in response, Stela did not know that until now she was upset half-dead against her brother, because it had obviously foiled her first night.

"You've woken up, it's still morning!" stroking the cheek Stela using the back of her hand, white cheeks as soft as the baby's skin are very dear if not touched for a while.

"Well, where did you get up?"

"Breathe the morning air outside!"

"Ck, what's the point of breathing morning air, but you're smoking."

Satria grimaced, "Tok can tell that I'm smoking!"

Not answering, Stela touched Satria's hand which was still attached to her cheek, then directed the hand right in front of Satria's nose.

"Well, now yeah, I know where."

Satria again grimaced, with a stiff smile. "Yes, I was smoking just now."

"What's so good about smoking anyway, especially if you're still a high school boy like this."

"Yes, that's what, if asked about the taste is not good, just yes, not at home if it's common to smoke so do not smoke, where it is, there is less cake."

"Since when?"

"What's.?" Satria asked again, but Stela looked lazy to answer, until she finally understood by herself.

"Since Junior High, but initially rarely, only occasionally, but because I often hang out together mingle-men ya kebawa."

"You can't, stop smoking."

"It can't be that, smoking is already part of my daily life, if to stop would be very difficult deh."

"Oh yeah?" there was a dislike of Stela's tone, which Satria guessed.

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