One Night Tragedy's
The Part 21

“You choose which way, yes ... it's up to you.” Dariush responded while standing up and walking to grab another snack. It was like his own home, even though it belonged to his twin brother. “Everyone has their own way of love. Where can you imitate our style take heart adoration,” he added. Hands already carrying potato chips.

Brennus clucked, seizing the still-bloating wrapper from the uncle's grasp. He threw it until it hit Dariush's chest. “Woah .. indeed damn you two. I think talking and telling stories here will find a way out. It turns out that it is dead-end, even misled,” decaknya annoyed.

Dariush picked up a snack on the floor. He laughed at the frustrated nephew.

“Conditions faced ‘kan different also each person. If Dariush, he likes, it's just that the woman considers the enemy because your uncle is very ignorant and annoying.” Delavar started to tell stories. It seems a curse to them as one who pursues, not pursued. “Then, if I, your mommy feel unworthy of being loved because her life and family are too bad.” Clapping Brennus' shoulders, then getting up to the head, ended up ruffling hair. “What is your specific problem now? Customize, do not play follow our way.”

“I have a lover,” tell Brennus. He sounded frustrated when he said that.

“Iya, Laura her name, right?” delavar.

Nodding allows. “This is how I tell you, huh?” Brennus ruffled his hair until it was tangled.

“Upon where you want to start.” Dariush said, then put potato chips in his mouth.

Pulling a tie that feels suffocating due to the twisting. Brennus stood up from there. “I change clothes first, not good still use work suit.”

“Ya ... yes ... origin don't forget to come back here.” Dariush wags his hand to expel.

The man with all his twists left the lounge, went upstairs. Before long, come down again dressed in t-shirts and shorts. Back to the body among the fathers.

“OK, I continue,” said Brennus.

“Hm .. from earlier also we wait and listen to your complaints. It's like a complaint service only,” sloroh Delavar. He pressed the mute button on the remote. The television was on but not watched.

Two toyorans landed on Brennus' head simultaneously. Delavar and Dariush did it.

“Wah .. You fucked up, Bre.” Dariush with his head.

“That's not my descendant. Since when did I teach unfaithful to one woman?” Delavar was just as reacting.

Brennus until clucking. “Listen to the story first.” He asked the two men to be quiet. “I refused, initially. I'll take him home because he's drunk, kasian if left alone.”

“Say you want to find a chance,” cut Dariush.

The Brennus reflex takes a handful of potato chips, then puts them in the mouth of the uncle. “My intention is good.”

“Where there is good intention ends with intercourse. Reason alone.” It turns out that Delavar did not defend his son.

Brennus' eyes were so upset. “You are intending to help me find a way out or not? Why judge for yourself?”

“Ya ... the name is alive, there should be a little blasphemy from the mistakes you made,” said Darush casually.

“Ah please, lazy once I continue the story if this is the story.” Brennus grabbed a bottle of wine and he sipped straight from there.

“Just sulking, deserve to face the problem not quickly finished,” taunted Delavar.

“Dakota seduced me constantly. Until in the end I couldn't hold back my passion, and I did that night. Turns out he's still a virgin, and now I feel guilty for being tempted by him. Take responsibility, but be rejected. She doesn't want to be labeled a man's lover, because I'm disappointed if I have a woman.” Brennus just tell me without pause so as not to cut the middle of the road. “Satisfied? I was unfaithful, I admit that I cheated on Laura. But, now how's it going? Guilt is more dominant in Dakota.”