The Twins are not Identical

The Twins are not Identical
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"Why you?" erly asked, he approached the bed where the Son was sitting leaning on, then sat on a chair beside the bed.


The son caught a glimpse of Erly, then lowered his head while shaking his head slowly.


"Do you want to go home?"


The son immediately raised his face when he heard the question, he looked at the face of his best friend. Panic appeared immediately on the face of the swollen Son and some wound ornaments.


"If you can stay here for a few days, until your wounds are completely healed" Erly suggested, she was also worried that her words offended her best friend.


The son scrunched his forehead, frantically he felt a pocket in his clothes.


"Search what?" Erly immediately stood up, taking the initiative to help her.


"H-HP.... "


"Ooh...dunngu bentar!" Erly got out of her seat, left the room, and came back with her cell phone in her hand.


"Now!" Erly gave the phone, and was immediately accepted by the Son.


"W-Do you have a charge?" ask the son after checking his phone.


"Is like. Here let me just fuck it." Erly took the phone back, meant to charge the battery, then came back and sat down at its original place.


"Why you?" erly asked as he looked at the anger on the Son's face.


"I-I'm afraid of being sought out by the house.maybe they're worried about me," The son seems so agitated, he doesn't know that his father has been in an accident, and his mother has followed him to Japan. The son thought that things were in his house as usual.


Erly moved, taking the initiative to sit beside the Son, to calm her friend.


"Lyk!. "a loud shouting sound from a distance was heard all the way into the room where Erly and the Son were. Erly was immediately shocked, and looked for the direction of the sound source.


"Lyk!.... "


"Yes ka!.." said Erly, he knew that the voice belonged to his brother.


"Tunngu bentar ya Put. If you feel sleepy, go to sleep first." Erly immediately went to fulfill her Kaka call. The son just kept silent while staring at Erly's back which then vanished behind the door.


How will they find me? Where have I not gabarin them... if asked later..... what should I answer?


The son seemed restless, he was afraid that the house people were looking for him. At a time, only this time he left without the knowledge of the house, without news or messages, of course he was very afraid of his current situation.


Son intends to check his phone, hoping there is residual power to turn on, even if only to inform the house.


"Brugh!"


"Sons...." Erly ran straight to her best friend, because the same time the Son fell, Erly entered the room.


"Why you?" Erly frantically held onto the body of the Son who had fallen limp on the floor.


"I-I'm dizzy," the son held his head that felt cramped, while his legs felt heavy, making it difficult to move.


"Yes, I helped ya," Erly immediately helped Putra stand up, then helped to get back up on the bed.


"Where are you going? Why get out of bed?" Erly looked at the face of the Son.


"I-I'll take a cell phone. I-I haven't gotten home yet. I-I'm afraid they're worried about me." The son bowed while squeezing his clothes.


When did my clothes get changed?


The new son realized that his clothes had been changed.


"Anu...."


"What?" erly asked enthusiastically.


"Who changed my clothes?" ask the Son hesitating.


"don't know. Maybe it's my Kaka, it looks like it's Kaka's shirt, "Erly doesn't know, because she herself realized, after being inside the house, asleep in her bedroom bed, and when checking the state of the Son, the clothes worn were different from before, his body was also clean.


The silent son did not want to discuss it further.


"Bo-can ask for help...." The son looked at Erly's face with a pleading look.


"What?"


"To-please get me my phone, I want to call the house guy,"


"All right." Erly took the son's phone and gave it to him. The son soon searches for Ben's bang number, as he is closer to his personal driver, than to his own parents. He immediately contacted his personal driver, after entering Ben's cell phone number.


"The number you are going to, is off, or is out of range. Try a few more moments! Tut!"


"Try it again!" erly suggested, after hearing the voice from the Son's cell phone. The son followed the advice of his best friend, but the results remained the same, Ben's bang number could not be reached.


"Try something else!" erly's advice. The son immediately sought contact from home to contact.


"Tuuut.... "


"Ti-not taken up," The son was bowed limp because his call was not connected.


"My mother" answered the short-lived son.


"Try it again! Maybe your mom is asleep" Erly suggested. Understand that he said so, because it was late at night, time for people to rest.


The son repeated his call, but still there was no answer.


"Try it again! It's midnight, so it can't be lifted right away."


The son followed the advice of his best friend, and repeatedly contacted him, but none of the calls were answered.


"Try another number! Maybe your mama's smoky, so don't hear the phone ringing," Erly kept encouraging Son to keep trying.


The son reads the names one by one on the list of contacts, then press the one contact with the name of the House. The son called the home phone number.


"Tutt. tuuut.. tuuut.. hello" said a woman across the phone, making Putra breathe a sigh of relief.


"Hello... Good night, with whose brother? This is at Miss Lauren's residence. Can I help you?"


"Ha-hello! It's me, Son," the son immediately told his identity to the person who spoke to him via mobile phone.


"Den Son! Hiks... hiks... hiks.." the person was immediately surprised, then sobbed, after knowing who the interlocutor on the phone is at this time.


"Ma-maf... Who is this with?" putra asked back, in a slightly weak voice, as his condition was still not improving.


"This is mbak Sri, Den. hiks... Where's the Son? We're worried about you. Hiks... hiks... hiks.." mbak Sri is still awake, because she is very worried about her young master, and when she heard the house telephone ringing, mbak Sri immediately ran to the telepho place, and the, then lift it up.


"Ma-sorry mbak.... Put-son didn't say it used to be the same house guy. Sa-I'm now in the villa," said the son lying.


"Den Putra went to the villa? By himself? why don't you go home and ask Ben to take you? Den Putra has eaten? Den's son's okay, right?"


Mbak Sri immediately bombarded the question, after hearing the explanation from his young master, he knew that the villa in question was the villa of Putra. The villa is built at the request of Putra, he likes to go there during school holidays, and sometimes stay for a few days. But accompanied by his personal driver, bang Ben, and bik Inah, as his cook.


"I-Iya mbak Sri, I want to stay here for a few days, please tell mama yes mbak. I-I'm fine, so tell Ben the same bang, so as not to catch up," Son lied, so that the house people don't worry about him.


"Yes Den, later mbak convey, but.." mbak Sri hesitated to continue his speech.


"But-but what?" ask the enthusiastic son.


"But.... The lady is not at Den's house. Madam went to Japan following mister. Mr. Den.'s accident." hesitantly, Sri said what it was.


"W-what? Dad's accident?!" although the Son's family is not as normal as other families, but his name is father, still father. A child will be sad when he hears his parents have an accident. There is no man in this world, who can withstand the sadness, when his family is in such a situation, even though the relationship is not so close and harmonious.


Family or relatives, sometimes it often does not get along, but other stories when conditions are not good. Sometimes the brother is hearty when healthy, but not hearty when sick. Sometimes in times of illness, but will not bear, when they are gone. His name is family, there will still be a sense of attachment, let alone the figure of a father, who the hell wants his parents to wretch? There is none.


There may be a lot of hostility between the child and the parent that occurs, but it will be in vain, because it will only leave sadness, hurt, guilt, and regret, when the parent is gone. Well. despite that, the wrong old man.


"Tut, tut, tut..."


"Den.... Den Putra!.." mbak Sri was confused himself, when the telephone connection was suddenly cut off.


"Wooh! Why did I say that! If Den Putra is shocked and something happens how nih. "mbak Sri grumbled while patting her own eel, after realizing what was said. That should not have been said.


Mbak Sri tried to call Putra's number, but the number is not active. But he did not give up, mbak Sri again contacted Putra, but the result is the same. Finally he gave up, after trying repeatedly, with the same result, the Son's number could not be reached.


"Where is this!" after putting the house phone in place, Sri paced in confusion, she panicked about her young master.


"Bang Ben! I have to call her." Sri immediately picked up the phone in her pocket, after thinking what she should do.


"The number you are going to, is off, or is out of range. Try it, in a moment!"


"Byeah! I can't be contacted!" grumbling mbak Sri was upset, he tried to re-contact Bang Ben, but the results remained the same.


Madam Sri is increasingly upset, after repeatedly trying, but who answers only the melodious voice of the operator. Madam Sri also paused her intention, she put the phone in her pocket again.


"I can't stay silent! Den Son needs someone right now!" mbak Sri intends to go to Villa, following his young master. He knew the place, because Putra had invited him there, some time ago.


"Dor! Dor's! Dor!" the sound of gunshots, heard repeatedly, in the front yard. Madam Sri was shocked, then curious about what happened. Ma'am Sri stepped up, taking the initiative to see what had happened in front of the mansion, which now only had him and both security guards.


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