THE Twins (Trapped in the Love of Twins)

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"But we are willing to take responsibility" the three once again unanimously closed the lightning-like statement.

I covered my face like I was lost my mind.

"How did you guys not know you were fucking me" I couldn't bear to sob.

Once again they shook their heads in unison by raising both hands, each still holding a soda drink on the right.

Tuhaaan.... My complaint is unstoppable

I may not remember that night. I'm sure we're both conscious.

"Omong empty!!" My voice became unconscious. "Me and that son of a bitch are so conscious" my tone of voice eased a little.

"If you are sure to wake up, tell us who among us is sleeping with you" The young man on the right now spoke with both arms folded.

"It will speed up your future"

I closed my eyes for a moment, and began to hurl my body onto the sofa in front of them. Dizziness began to attack me along with that similar face that sounded alternately or in unison.

" We're holding you here to find it among us, a job we're also hard at doing on our own"

My breath seemed to have stopped hearing such an absurd situation.

"Nobody doesn't know, you just don't confess" I said with my head shaking automatically. "Couldn't you?"

The three back in unison shrugged his shoulders and Berahir looked at me with his body leaning and legs crossed.

******

Simultaneous... Yup, the three young men who have the last name Marvell. Really - really in unison. I don't know what her mother was doing while pregnant. Don't - don't crave watching paskibra. Remembering besides being in unison they also loomed like a flagpole.

Krieg....

The loud ringing of the phone slashed hatred In my heart for a moment.

"Hallo..!" one of Marvell's figures raised him half-heartedly.

Some of the sentences sounded unfriendly as their faces were also not so comfortable.

"It's noon time..!" he complained when he closed the phone.

The three pairs of eyes then looked at me from top to bottom and vice versa.

"Is it okay - does it show it with this appearance?"

" We want you to take the time to buy at least some clothes for him"

"He's not easy to talk to either"

"Reason....!!"

"Well be honest that you can't wait to see it through and forget important details"

"That's not wrong, and you guys are the same, too"

Their earthy voice was like a buzzing bee dividing a task without me understanding its purpose.

"Ah... Try checking Lily's room, you that girl often tries to attract your attention, right? He probably has some more decent clothes"

Without answering, one of them went back upstairs. Of course they have to be careful with some sharp shards on the floor.

It might seem cruel, but I'm a little relieved to make them worry.

The figure of Marvell still in the corner of the phone desk watched me for a moment. "We really don't like us"

I pointed my face at him "Try to Ask other women if they like his spark defending so three and then terrorize him"

"Hmmm...." The figure thought for a moment "even if we were the father of my son"

"I probably hate him so much, because he doesn't think about my happiness"

The man was a mangosteen slowly digesting my words that were still exploding.

"Note well" He widened his eyes "I'm Michael"

I was sad to feel no longer interested

"I could be the father of your son"

"And you??"

"I'm Michelle..." The answer is flat or more like disappointment.

"You've introduced yourself well" Marvell's remaining figure began to descend from the stairs with a pile of clothes on one of his arms.

"Don't you also know my name?"

"Whatever" I replied nonchalantly.

"Malcoms... My name is Malcom Joan's Marvell"

"Nobody asked for your full name" grumbled the man Michele.

It's easy to recognize when they're not changing positions, but when they're starting...

"Where is it good?" Tanya Malcom just walked over to Michelle.

Michelle began to look at the two pieces of clothing and then set her sights on Michael. Of course, he immediately joined. The three were busy with chatter about those clothes.

" Aren't you interested in improving your fashion that's always been similar?"

The three of them turned their heads in unison towards me without me being able to distinguish anymore.

"We kidnapped you here so you could tell us apart, if you had married one of us you would never have changed"

The three then giggled in unison.

I hate their company.

What he said was not wrong. I'm off debating them. All this time I've been stupid and couldn't figure out that they were three different people.

*****

"terracotta"

"Sage"

"or Navy"

They are unpretentious like chicks complaining to their mother.

I just smiled obliquely without changing my position on the sofa.

"Do I have a choice?" satire many.

The three looked at each other and back in unison threw the clothes at me.

"Replace Above, and pass through your traditional mines"

"There's still one more urn on the right side of the stairs, you can break it too before the house janitor arrives"

I tilted my head, weighing whether it was worth expressing dislike for their innuendo.

"What's your name?" I stood up and stared in turn at her head that had just been unpretentious.

"Malcom"

"Michael's"

I nodded after hearing both of them.

"And you're Michelle?"

I pointed at the remaining young man.

The young man simply replied by shrugging both of his shoulders.

"what color did you choose for me today" I asked Michelle, who was still observing.

"Terracotta" he answered briefly without blinking.

I threw the rest of the other dress to the side of the sofa. And leave them.

Doesn't matter if I look beautiful or not. I just want everyone to be passionate fast. And back to normal life. Maybe I'll be a single mom.