DYLAN
CHAPTER 13 DREAMCATHER
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“ is what, Brother ? Good I like!” ara Exclamation
“ this is called dreamcather.”
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The knocking of the door scattered all the memories that were spinning in the mind
Ara
“ Who,"
There was no answer to Ara's Question, the door of Ara's room opened and Iqbal emerged from behind it.
“ Oya Not miss me,” Said Iqbal with a cynical smile on his lips.
“ IQBAL,” exclaimed Ara jovially ran and hugged Iqbal tightly.
“Miss me, uh,” Iqbal replied Ara's hug is no less tight.
Iqbal frowned seeing Ara wearing a dreamcatcher necklace around her neck.
“ Tumben Use the dreamcatcher necklace again Buy where,” Ara rubbed his nape, heavy to answer the question Iqbal that one.
“ Heh, Got a mouth, right? If asked, yes, answered!” grunts Iqbal while sneering.
“lya, yes. Bawel lo this from Dylan,” replied Ara with one breath.
“ What the... anjiiirr ! I said what too? Lo Must be fascinated by the delinquent boy,” Iqbal exclaimed.
“ By pe-so-na. And when did you ever say that kayak,” Ara was on her waist staring at Iqbal fiercely.
" Pe je dong, pe je,” Iqbal teases Ara while blinking her eyes with a flirtatious expression
" There is no PeJe PeJe. Not yet,” ceplos Ara
“ Not yet mean will dong, yes?”
" Heyo, I can't hide, I'm lo.” Iqbal pinched Ara's Cheek with anxiety.
“ iqballl ! Hakit!! Hepasin heeehh!!” Ara tried to remove Iqbal's hand from both of her cute cheeks by hitting Iqbal's hand as hard as possible.
“ Don't want. Pe je first.” Iqbal shook his head as if he was enjoying the DJ music he used to hear on the radio station.
“ No PeJe has Iqbal,” grunts Ara is upset.
" Tract eat dong, I'm hungry,” Iqbal keep forcing Ara
to spend money for him.
“ Yes I bought food! In the cafe deket here aja, Iho, yes, I do not want the monthly allowance I ludes all because of the human tract Abdominal rich rubber lo.” Ara turned the knob her bedroom door
Then stepped into Juar followed by Iqbal. la trailing Ara with a big smile.
“ remember, yes this is not Peje. This is just a treat based on the word hungry lo,” Ara pointed his index finger in front of Iqbal's face.
“ Yes, Young Miss Alfath,” kekeh Iqbal.
As they passed the living room, Rivaldo blocked their access.
" Where are you going,” asked Rivaldo with a cup of coffee in his right hand.
" Want to feed the stomach rubber Well,” replied Ara origin.
Iqbal glared at Ara Instead of being afraid, Ara ignored Iqbal's gaze, which he thought was not scary at all.
“ Nih, Use this money. Don't Use your monthly money.” Rivaldo handed over five pieces of red money to Ara
" A lot of very,” hiss little hearts Ara and Iqbal unconsciously.
" Let's get it,” Rivaldo pulls Ara's hand, then slips the money in Ara's hand
“ Ah ... Thanks Dad.” Ara hugged Rivaldo tightly. Without a doubt Rivaldo replied Ara's embrace was no less tight. At this moment Ara again felt the warmth of a father's embrace after a few years of Cold War.
Ara almost shed tears in the face of this sad situation.
Iqbal who saw this phenomenal event only smiled warmly.
Rivaldo patted Soft Ara's Back.
“ Hunt, pity the rubber stomach is waiting,” joked Rivaldo.
Ara nodded in understanding.
“ We Go first Om, I will take you back this blanket,” said Iqbal while greeting Rivaldo politely which was then followed by Ara
Rivaldo stared at Ara's back and Iqbal who was getting away from Ara had already received him back. No more cold gaze Ara there is only a longing gaze that has not been channeled completely At least Rivaldo has returned the figure of his old little Princess.
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