My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
The Magic Soup

"Aren't you okay?" Ranu looks worried, let alone his brother's face reddish, maybe the spiciness of pepper is a little excessive in this soup burning his throat.

Excel choked, his hand tightly holding the glass that had landed on the dining table. His appetite has vanished. How long has he been so hooked on that soup? Although he was not a voter, but the soup made him sleep well. Reduced nightmares.

The golden in the clear glass reddened his knuckle. Seeming rushed, Excel lifted his body from the chair. Pushing him back. Without another word, Excel left the dining table. Leave half her food, one thing she did.

Dibble.

"What's wrong with her?" The four humans face each other again, after their sight leads her brother to disappear at the end of the room. Throwing each other a question. Ranu is the most confused. Because he's the one who came into contact with Excel last time

Jeje's body gesture confirmed his sitting position. Snatch again his spoon and fork. "Since this afternoon he's been badmood. Looks like he's been fighting with Jen!"

Ranu nodded despite not understanding. What does chicken soup have to do with Excel and Jen? "Help Jen's sister didn't come down for dinner!"

"So, this time it's so serious! Even Jaja Miharja has already left here!"

"King?" Agiel and Azziel turned and shouted. Making Jeje almost fall so surprised he got a choir attack his two younger siblings.

"Ish, don't use yelling too!" Jeje rubbed her ears which resounded loudly. Screeching.

"Why did Naja go, sister?" Sergeh Ranu who stared intensely at his brother.

Silent.

Jeje spent her last mouthful under Ranu's curiously laden gaze. And a hopeful glance from her twin sister.

"So don't know!" Answer Jeje lightly. He drank a glass of water to the toilet. The tail of his eyes glanced at his disappointed-looking younger siblings.

"There must be a problem, right, between them?" Agiel and Azziel suddenly seemed challenged to interfere in her brother's affairs.

"You should hurry up and finish the rest of your food! Don't interfere in adult affairs! Exposed to an icy blast from your fainting Excel sister!" Ranu's words were firm, inviting Agiel's tongue sticking that was indeed tempting Ranu.

"Call Papa!" Threatening Ranu who pretended to get up from the chair. But soon, because Agiel bribed the rest of the food quickly.

"Good boy!" Azziel snorted at Ranu's words. Like he was a pet.

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The swimming pool reflects light around the yard. The dim yellow light that is so shady makes the atmosphere shahdu. It felt warm, however, the gusts of the night wind seemed to drive it away.

Excel hands warm each other. Her clothes were unable to repel the cold that made her crumble.

Long wooden chair, accept by resigned body Excel. Gave him a comfortable backrest. The hand is slender but still looks sturdy it folded as a wedge of his head.

"Am I being too cruel to her? Didn't he make me sleep well without dreaming of Micah anymore? No nightmares of seeing Micah walk away from me?"

Excel confirms the position of his head. He breathed his guilt into the empty air in front of him. His bead of eyes swept across the dark and cold sky.

"Is avoiding love a mistake? Refusing to say that I was hurt because I loved Micah was also a mistake?"

"Mikha did you love me first too? Do you also feel claustrophobic leaving me just like that? Why Micah?"

The roar in his chest suddenly contracted, prompting him to be born immediately. The inner discussion that made him even more confused.

Excel got up, started to step foot on the side of the pool. Every now and then he looked up as the clear grain showed how fragile an Excel was. A tall man with all his perfection.

"Sorry Ja! This time I must be selfish! You're too brave to make me weaker like this!"

Somehow everything became clear, when he accidentally heard Naja talking on the phone a few days ago. Lunch, restaurant and Tanna. The memory rotates as if to explain that Naja is the one to blame the most.

Heuh...

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Dusk sullenly greeted, forcing a young man swinging his steps away from a cafe. Wearing a black backpack that faithfully accompanies his day during his stay in this big city.

Not too far away indeed, but his tired body made his way a little slow and shaky. Repeatedly he stretched his body, as if to keep his nerves awake.

Many boarding residents began to sit back and relax on the terrace. This man's lips were unceasingly moving, greeting everyone he met. Until he arrived in front of his room.

As usual, he took off his shoes and took the key from under the shelf. Her eyes are fleshy, fumbling deeper. Nil. Even until he moved the shoe rack so he could see more clearly.

As if he had gotten a pull, he immediately stood pushing against the already unlocked door. The room is clean and tidy. The dirty laundry basket is empty, the trash can is empty. There was only a suitcase with a cell phone that he knew so well lying on the floor mattress.

His palms patted his hands tightly. "Magic granny came here when my room was dirty again! My ears could be full!"

Tara rushed out of the room running around looking for her sister. Ask some of the people whose neighbors are boarding.

"So see my brother?" Tara asked the two men who were sitting not far from her room.

"Neither know, Ra! Did your brother come here?" One of them asked back. Makes Tara more upset.

Confused and not knowing where to go, Tara decides to go back to the room. "Why would he carry a suitcase if he was just looking for me? Or was he fired from his job?"

Tara opened her sister's suitcase. Little know what the reason is for coming here. "You were too proud to bring me here, Ja!"

Put the suitcase back to its original place. Then he grabbed a towel hanging neatly on the side of the bathroom.

The creaking of the door hinges was so loud it sounded. Forcing Tara to undo her steps to the bathroom.

"Home home?" Naja hassles bring in a folding mattress that seems to be borrowed from Mother Kos. On his wrist, hung a pouch containing two packs, it seemed like food.

"You want to stay here?" Inevitably Tara walked closer to Naja. Help him bring the bed into the room.

"Thank you, my sweet brother!"

"Is there a problem or are you fired?" Tara put the mattress not far from her bed. The mattress that looks like it's gonna be his bed tonight, or maybe the nights that follow.

Naja busy himself, deliberately harden the sound of the crackle bag, hide his lies."I'm just tired of working there!"

"I'll take a shower!" It was free to talk to her brother, even if forced, if not the will of his heart, a word would not leave his throat.

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one first yak...author again this headache🤭.