Leaning Sweet Me
Both heads two

Metta turned to her, "I ...."

"Three more days I'm 20!"

"So what are you really worried about?"

Metta leaned her body against the wall, staring at her mother's little garden. "I'm just afraid El, I'm still a long way above you,"

Farrel frowned, "Age again, age again!? Now we're both at head 2 baby!"

Metta snorted, "Not funny El ...."

"Why, am I immature? My body less firm? My jaw is less hard? Hem... Brother wants me to be like what?"

Metta turned her head and shook her head, Then looked back at the plants. It was as if looking for answers among the blooming flowers.

"Does my appearance have to be changed? Do I have to maintain a thick sideburn and chest hair to look mature? I-I see...?"

Metta pulled her lips thin, "El .. don't joke, not funny you know!"

Farrel looked at his lover with a stifling anger, "I'm not kidding, I just want to be what you want, until you never turn away from me! Why is it that you only trouble me at my age?"

Metta shook his head again.

"What lounge? Tell me clearly, not everyone can understand the contents of your brother's heart. What you feel, what you want, lest I think I'm the only one trying to make you love me, but you don't open your heart completely" Farrel's intonation began to rise.

"Why are you angry?" Metta asked back.

"Originally you know, it's not from you, it's from me!"

"Then tell me what's your problem?"

Metta fell silent, those words were indeed milling in his head, spreading to the stifling of the heart cavity. Being frightened for no reason, the doubts that have been widened sometimes alight again. And now his tongue, unable to reveal the contents of the heart, always collides with the highest ego self.

"Come say? Why are you just silent." Farrell stepped closer.

"So, don't you still doubt me?" Metta shook her head, her facial water was now changing, she was bending her face even more.

"Can't you forget the past?" shakes again.

"It has nothing to do with my mass."

Farrel chuckled, "Son makes me confused!"

Metta looked at Farrel, "It's about our future, I'm just afraid of El...."

"I'm afraid you're meeting another girl who's prettier, sexier, younger, more everything than me one day" said Metta.

"I'm afraid I can't keep up with you, adjust to your youth and then you look for another as I get older and you grow up in the future" he continued

Now Metta looked down, "When I get old, do you still look at me as lovingly as I am now?"

Farrel nodded, "Brother is right, so I can't answer him" Farrel replied to Metta.

"That's it...." Made Metta's heart more uncertain, though,

the edge of the eye again decayed, he pulled the chair and threw his body there.

Farrel walked up to several steps, "There will be many beautiful girls in the world, born, even every day in this city, and maybe one of them will recognize me one day," Farrel chuckled.

Farrell stepped back, now leaning his body against the wall, with one hand in his pocket.

"But as long as you know, that age won't be a problem for me, even my family won't be concerned about it, the problem of beautiful girls must be more, more, more sexy even more than anything else than big brother might as well exist, even a lot! But it's not my eyes that see it." Sighs, sighed,

"He would be perfect if someone looked at him with love, like I saw big brother!"

Metta swallowed the saliva, was his hearing impaired? or even damaged, he did not even expect the speech from the mouth of the man he still considered the age of responsibility.

"Did you understand? If I don't understand it, if you're afraid I'm looking for something like you mentioned, I'll look for something like you, all of which are exactly the same. Because I know there won't be another brother in my life."

"So, what else do you want to be sure of? My words, my attitude, the way I love my sister? my manhood, What...."

Farrel kept scolding her, how else would he convince her of her heart.

"I'm just afraid I can't be perfect for you El."

Farrel came back closer, now they were facing each other, "This brother is only narrow-minded, did I ever ask brother to be perfect?" Metta shakes her head.

"Sister is my reminder, my encouragement and my place home, "Farrel pulled Metta's body into his arms.

"If you're still scared, look at me! I'll be a booster when you're scared, I promise myself."

"But El...."

"Are you afraid I'm taken? Just talk about why it's so hard" Farrel chuckled.

"El ...." Whiney Metta who still buried his head in Farrel's chest.

"Hem ...."

"Are you sure?"

"This question my sister has asked me, and my answer remains the same" Farrel stroked Metta's hair.

"Now that big brother answers that question, ask big brother's heart! hem...." Farrel asked with a kiss on the head of Metta. And Mettapun just nodded.

"What....?" Investigate Farrel with Metta's head movement felt in his chest.

"Try saying, I don't understand!" farrel said with his lips.

Cupping both cheeks Metta until facing toward him. Metta closed her eyes,

"Say it clearly? don't let me kiss my sister here, in front of our parents who are currently watching us" Farrel whispered.

Metta glanced at the window glass, sure enough that a black shadow was visible inside even though it was unclear.

" How do you know, how observant your eyes are!" said Metta who was still in Farrel's hands.

"My eyes are indeed observant, that's why I can find big brother isn't it! Quickly say, don't switch the conversation."

"Yes.." muttered Metta barely audibly.

"I can't hear it! farrel is back.

"Yes ... I love you El."

Farrel smiled broadly, then pulled Metta back into his chest.

"Well, your son!?" Ayu patted Arya's shoulder gently.

Arya nodded, "He was like me when I was chasing you Bun!"

"My son is better, I'm falling in love with him now, too" Ayu grabbed Arya's shoulder from behind.

Arya turned her body to face her wife, "Does Mother not love Dad anymore?"

"Ish, this father doesn't want to lose to his own son." patted her husband's shoulder softly.

Sri was shaking her head as the couple peeked at Metta and Farrel from the window.

"Bu ... What are they doing?" said Nissa who appeared from behind the mother's body.

Sri shrugged her shoulders, "Let's sit down! It's old man's business,"

"No one's parents peek at their child so ma'am" Nissa said, twisting her eyes.

"Hust... You're it!"

"What the hell is ma'am? ngapai ....

Nissa just opened her mouth to speak, but Andra put a chocolate cake in Nissa's gaping mouth.

"Remember..." He screams with chewing.

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