The story of Melissa Arespati

The story of Melissa Arespati
I'm your sister too



The clock shows at 13:00.


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"day mama.." said Kristiani who had just come to the hospital after school and changed clothes first.


"afternoon, dear.you have come home to eat..."


"already ma..where sister.." asked Kristiani glanced at the empty bed issani.


"your sister is in the jeassen room .." replied Dahlia who was cutting apples.


"hmmm.lantas apple pieces for whom ma..."


"for your sister the doctor said your sister should eat a lot of fruits..."


"ouh yaudah let ani give it to sister..."


"but you just got to baby.. Surely you're tired after coming straight here..."


"not what ma.. take this as the responsibility of ani. who has made a sister and..."


"your brother, dear..."


"i.iya.kad jeassen..."


"alright, but if you're really tired, take a break..."


"mmm.mama..."


"why dear..."


"a.kak je... right je...mmm.. means k..kak jeassen.that's my biological son...".


"yes dear.he's your brother's mother's son..."


"but why we didn't know we had a brother named jeassen.we thought there were only three mama's children.." dahlia was silent for a moment looking for an excuse.


"i. that's because some business we can't tell you all at this time... Now is not the right time..."


"it would be nice if he was my brother.we are twins.but why there is no resemblance between us..."


" because you're fraternal twins..."


"but if indeed we are fraternal twins.why does ani not look like anyone...Ka..kak jeassen is similar to father.but ani does not look like mother or father..."


"i. that.." nervous dahlia.


"that's because you look like your mother .." said Arlan, who had just returned from his base.


dahlia and Kristiani reflexively look at the opened door.


"is it really like that, not mom..."


"it's not like you want to give this bush to your sister.it must be your sister's been waiting a long time.." cut dahlia.


"astaga ani forgot hehehe.. yasudah ani to the room k..kak jeassen.." pamit listiani who was taken by dahlia.


"until when will we cover up this truth mas..."


"until you're ready to tell me, dear.." gently arlan stroked dahlia's hair full of affection.


"hiks.i don't know if I can tell the truth or not..."


"but sooner or later she'll know, baby..."


"hiks I know mas. and with papa's different attitude to him it will also make a big question mark for him... papa's attitude is like causing jealousy and growing hatred on Lisa hiks..."


"hopefully he accepted her as his granddaughter as well..."


"hiks let's hope mas.." witty dahlia.


"don't cry if Lisa and Christiani see you crying like this she'll wonder what's wrong with you." dahlia nodded and wiped away the clear liquid dripping on her cheek.


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jeassen room


"no..."


"continue why brother keeps lying in bed if brother's feet don't hurt anymore.our dead to the park ..."


"you want your brother to be punished by everyone for taking you to the park..."


"what's the matter is.we're just going to the park..."


"hahhh.you forgot that you said we should not get out of this room..."


"ck sucks when we're saturated in this white room..."


the sound of the door being opened made Lisa and Jeassen turn their heads.


jeassen's face turned flat while lisa smiled to see Kristiani carrying a cut apple...


"horeeeee... finally the fruit came too.", girang lisa, Kristiani approached and poke a plate that was already full of pieces of apples.


"thank you sister." said lisa took her plate listiani just nodded and sat in a chair near the wheelchair lisa.


"ba...bagai.. mana.. mu condition je...kak... jeassen.." asked gitani nervously, there was a strange sense when she called jeassen with the call of sister, who, his heart felt a great pain.


"as you can see." said jeassen.


"m. forgive ani.je.ka.kak jeassen.. because of ani. jeassen..."


"it's okay.." cut the jeassen.


"mmm the fruit is delicious.what sister jeassen would like.." lisa feeds jeassen and jeassen receives it with a smile.


" how good it is sister.." asked lisa excited.


"yes it tastes good sa.." said Jeassen ruffled dear lisa's soft hair.


"sister jeassen wants more.." jeassen shook his head.


"why ..this is delicious brother..."


"sister doesn't really like fruits..."


"but said his brother was delicious..."


"yes but sister doesn't want any more." lisa grunts.


"don't frown.." jeassen rubbed lisa's head.


"sister must be repulsive." said Lisa glazed.


"astaga sa .. don't cry.." jeassen bell.


"hiks brother refused..."


"let's not bribe your sister again." said Jeassen immediately make lisa's eyes sparkle and with a mold feed another piece of bush apple into jeassen's mouth.


"i'm also your sister.but why is your attitude towards me different. Unlike in Lisa.I'm trying to accept the situation if you are now my sister... but please don't differentiate between me and him..."


the clear liquid test dripped just like that, his heart ached so much to see jeassen and lisa engrossed in both as if she was not in this room, her heart ached her love was forbidden, she said, and his heart ached at his attitude and his grandmother's discriminating affection towards him and lisa, gitani jeassen.


"i know I was wrong to hurt them.but I'm sorry...I admit I hate him, but I'm not that cruel...far from my deepest heart I still have love for him only he always excels me...I'm always upset to see that he always has everything unlike me.What I want him to get.what is it not right to hate him for all that...I want to be loved as much as you.but what I got..."


"i know all that, but it's not appropriate for you to hate someone innocent... if you really want you to try not to even hate someone who does not know anything. "one's mind while glancing at Christiani with the tail of his eyes.


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