Me And My Step Brothers
Meet old lover Ale

in the afternoon, all my building materials came to coincide with the motor I ordered.

Surprised and in disbelief I saw from Ale's face. I never said my job.

I think he was curious about my work, but he never asked.

Wh why? My wonder.

Even when he opened his mouth, not a question that came out but because he asked me to order the handyman to renovate the room that I would occupy directly.

Hehe. He is talented. Between admiration and anxiety. He was still in his waking face because he was dizzy.

I unconsciously mucked his chubby cheeks. And he protested.

No wonder Sie, she's three heads old and I menguyelnya like a child.

And she talked about grace and disaster having a baby face.

Forget about grace, everyone wants to stay young even to be willing to spend hundreds of millions just for beauty treatments. And he only uses natural treatments can already have it.

A natural? Yes, my stepfather enjoys gardening and has many toga plants. He can take it from the garden.

And disaster?

He said he was not able?

He's great! A talent! Imaginative! Is there anyone from him who is incapable? About shortages?

Fucking society!

Fucking judge!

I tried to entertain him. I forget that I am weak in that.

When I was down, I was even entertained. I'm back on grace.

I laughed at his age who had turned 30 but thought he did not have an identification card. What is the age standard in Indonesia to deserve ktp?

Waitie? 17 years? Think it's still 17? I laughed at.

And it managed to divert him.

While trying to sort things out Ale was a little suspicious of me who seemed to understand in building a house. Well, no wonder, I have a business and work with designers in the interior, and I do not have one or two playgrounds, so I am used to building. And, because I always deal in this I understand a little and absorb his knowledge.

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It took three days for the job to be completed.

And if you ask me, for 3 days where I have lived;

Is it in the hotel?

Ale's Room?

The answer is no, even if you want to. Because the house in Indonesia is certainly not soundproof?

And also..

Because Ale's house still has a guest room. And I decided to work on it last. So when the room I want to occupy has been completed in the works, I just renovated the front room.

When all was done, I saw Ale's incredulous face. His already wide eyes widened when he saw the final results of the renovation.

I'm renovating this house based on Ale's design. To be honest, if the results are amazing, it is because the design is also special.

I told you he was talented.

And I proved it.

Not in vain spend a lot of money for a house that will be a hostel. I even built a secret room known only to the builders - me and Ale - as the ones who designed this house. Unless someone is too cool.

To be honest I could have designed the second floor immediately, but this city numbered a unity of politeness and I think it would be impolite if I directly prying the second floor room just to build it.

I think I'll wait for mommy to go solo.

I saw the goods, everything that can be sold, should have been sold all.

Turns out this was his attempt. I smile. Although he was lacking so that no one would accept him, he still had the desire to try.

When I asked about; did the man who was my foster father give me pocket money,

I'm sure the answer is no, he just replies that as a child he should have been the one who gave his father money.he was just protecting his biological father so that people don't think like that.

I looked at him, when people were sometimes indifferent to him, differentiating the affection between boys and girls, why could he not act otherwise on them?

Even defending them.

The annoyance that had existed evaporated like foam. And maybe it's true about her being a mature woman with adult needs.

I asked him not to work anymore.

“Why?” tanyakanya.

If most people would love to earn money, without having to work, he asked why?

I replied that I work. And as a man I'm the one who should work, not the women.

In my words, I actually slightly insinuate the way my stepfather taught me.

He never asked me where I worked, maybe he didn't care.

And he just asked me to buy dinner.

I'm justi'm not.

All along, being the one who cooked our meals, I was quite surprised, besides being independent, great, Gifted, and Imaginative - it turned out that he was good at cooking. From the Balinese cuisine that I have tasted, typical Javanese cuisine. Chinese can also.

Nyam, if Damien was here, he would have been happy to finish Ale's food.

I sometimes wonder at my distant brother, I think the job in the international police must be enough to shake the stomach because it is full of bloodshed, violence and the smell of drugs. And he's still a hobby of eating?

Forget that! Ale had asked me to drive him and for the first time I was finally able to put my new bike on the road.

I wrapped Ale's hand so he could hold me, and I think it was my fault.

Someone hit my bike at the red light!

“ Dika! Nath!” cry Ale, he must be surprised. So did I, more surprised because the words of the man who looked older than me also Ale.

Cheated on?

From his words alone I was sure that he was Ale's old lover. And this young man he's carrying? A sister?

Distant brother?

If it was a sister, the young man did not bear any resemblance to Ale's lover, so I assumed a second choice.

He casually introduced me, well, probably because he believed that what was alleged was wrong.

I'm starting to get annoyed at the behavior of Ale's old lover.

Now I know why Ale was getting so caught off guard by the old man.

I looked around, it was quite crowded, there was no way I could handle the old man in a place where people could see. Too attention-grabbing.

I decided to play the part of a shitty half-brother. And I think it worked. He really believes. Even I can see Ale being furious over it.

And after the man decided to leave, I could see if Ale was really mad at me.

I explained the cause, and he immediately diverted me by charging my jnj who told him to buy him a meal.

I smile. I don't think he's the type that can linger in anger. No wonder he could forgive the treatment given by his father.

I reminded her, if this time, I'd use the car to take her out to dinner, or us, I'd and she'd meet her future old ex-lover again. He chuckles at hearing it. And say my words.