The Charm of Twins S

Towards Cantika

"Hhs a really old brother, Tika has been waiting for you to know?" sergeant Cantika when the brother who was none other than Satya had just arrived home around 15:55 even though this afternoon he had promised his sister to take him to the tutoring place.

Satya smiled, while rubbing the head of her beloved sister, "Sorry yes, that brother helped bang Rizal was irritated, wait! his bath brother broke out."

"Yes it's a big deal."

"Every mistress." raised one hand respectfully, which made the younger brother giggle amusedly.

"Bang, brother sick?" he asked Satria who had also just arrived from DenadaCafe, the brother looked pale and limp.

"Little deck, brother's head is dizzy." he lamented walking with a little staggering, and with sprightly Cantika also helped to break him to sleep on the sofa.

"The reason is like a fever, his body is very hot" said Cantika who now attaches the back of her tiny hand on the forehead of the brother.

"But, Tika called mother first."

"Hmm, yes deck!" he murmured, with both eyes closed.

Gegas Cantika also ran over to the mother who was helping bi Sari cook food menu for dinner tonight.

"Why the hell is the deck, not yet gone? not that I just told mommy again in a hurry!"

"That bun, bang Satria fever, pity look deh bun." holding his hand, without waiting for the mother's approval first.

"You can make Satria sick."

"When you don't know, go back and forth directly to bed on the sofa, his face shoots bun, he said his head was also dizzy."

*

"Satria why bun?" ask Satya who is now getting ready to take her sister.

"Such heat, really tumben ni child fever like this" replied the mother while compressing her forehead and other body parts.

"But last afternoon he was okay deh bun, but had gone home from school anyway, he said he was rejected by girls."

"Ck basic young man."

"Yaudah Satya pamit first bun, pity Cantika had been waiting from earlier afraid of snatching." grabbed the mother's hand and then kissed her.

"Be careful not to speed."

"Ready!"

*

"When it's over, let's go on deck!" Mutia allowed him to enter.

"Satya's brother also entered, outside the drizzle of his kayak." turned towards Satya who just stood holding a helmet.

"Come on, it's okay."

"Brother brother, come in!" Cantika pulled the hand of her brother, when she did not respond to mutia's words at all.

"What kind of tea do you want?" tawar Mutia when Satya had just settled his butt on a simple sofa located in the front room.

"Teh aja kak, bang Satya does not like coffee because." Cantika who replied.

"If Tika wants to drink what deck?"

"What a brother."

"Es the orange?"

"Can."

"Ready brother."

As close as Mutia was to the kitchen, Satya stared intently at the sister, "Dek you what the hell!"

"What a brother, diem-diem mulu, shame well same sister Muti, sister Muti beautiful right bang?"

"Diem little boy."

"Fear Muti is good, cool again."

"Ck, this is a child."

"Please take tea, brother." Mutia placed a cup of tea and also a glass of orange ice for Cantika.

"Thank you, sorry for taking nicotine." said Satya not good.

"No need to take nicotine at all."

"Where is Tika ready to learn?" picked up some of the books Cantika used to learn while studying with him.

"Ready brother."

"Unto where yesterday, if not wrong Chapter:7 yes!"

"Yes, brother."

Both of them were dissolved in his activities, Cantika was busy writing and memorizing, while Mutia was so patient and painstaking to guide him.

While Satya quietly continues to steal the look on Mutia's face, which looks sweet and adorable while being focused.

If not now, when else do you think.

For that he did not waste the opportunity.

*

Not even an hour passed by, which meant that the study time had run out, Satya and Cantika said goodbye to go home soon.

"Thank you, yeah,!" said Satya before approaching the younger brother who had first boarded his motorcycle.

"Together brother."

"Oh yeah, that's_"

"Why brother, is anyone missing?" tanyanya turned into the hostel.

"Yes, there's a hell!" he answered while scratching his nape that was not itchy, between confusion and misbehavior.

"What brother, let me get you!"

"Wait a minute that's not it."

"T-keep?"

"Your mobile number."

The deg!

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