The Successor of the Family
Sandal Matters

"Whose flip-flops are these on Alan's leg?" he shouted that immediately threw away the origin of the sandals he was wearing.

Alan's face was in shock, let alone staring at his feet which were now barefooted. He also looked towards flip-flops need a different color that. Seen from the size of the sandal, it was likely that it belonged to Rivan or his mother.

"Have you helped sandals where are you, Alan? Don't-don't if in the mosque lost the slippers was you," said Arnold who then sauntered away towards his motorcycle.

"Enak aja, ngatain his own sister nyolong sandals in the mosque. Brother, I even left Alan anyway. This how's Alan's smooth leg? Time yes Alan does not wear any footwear," cried Alan who looked at his feet sliced.

"Lha continues? Brother want to do something? Put on brother's shoes? Ogahlah's... My brother didn't wear his shoes back home. Where it's hot again" said Arnold who seemed to not care about his sister.

Brum... Brum...

Seeing his brother instead went on his motorcycle, upset Alan and stomped his feet. Alan's face looked pitying as some of the students there looked at him pityfully. Moreover, there was someone who held back his laughter because it was funny with the debate between the sister and brother.

"Basar abang durhaka. He could sacrifice for his sister. That time just don't want to," cried Alan who is now frustrated with how he came home so that his feet do not overheat.

"Well look around. Here just ask for your shoes for me to go home," he exclaimed as some students laughed at his fate.

"Enak. I'll lend you my shoes, but tomorrow I'll go back." said a female student who opened her bag.

Alan who saw it certainly felt happy because someone wanted to borrow him shoes. At least better sandals than the one he was wearing. But his eyes glared in disbelief as he looked at the shoes that the student had taken out.

"Where can Alan wear those shoes? It was thought Alan would go on at what crossroads," said Alan ketus.

"Udah is no longer grateful. Where is here who wants to lend other than I try," said the student did not want to lose.

Alan naturally refused to use the shoes that the student would lend him. The shoes to be lent are women's sandals. More precisely high heels shoes, even though the right is only 3 cm only. Where would Alan use shoes in such a form.

"If you borrow it rich, mending did not need to nawarin dong. I know Alan is a guy, who can wear something like that. Basic friendless," said Alan cynically.

"Bright... We are not friends. I don't know," said the female student, making Alan can only gap in disbelief.

There was also someone who could counter that scathing remark from Alan. Even Alan was like a dead flea when answering the student's speech. The female student immediately put her shoes back in and then left Alan who was still staring at her in disbelief.

"Tell me yes. Someday surely you can fall in love and obey this joyful Alan," cried Alan with confidence.

"Religion... Amit-amit. I am not a crowd-pleaser" exclaimed the female student.

The debate between the two was so interesting to the attention of the surrounding people. Even they could only shake their heads at the sight of a snotty brat like Alan being able to say such a thing. It was possible that the female student was almost the same age as her brother.

"It's so annoying. Alan was in sweet droves," muttered Alan who grumbled and cursed at his brother's schoolmate.

Alan looked back at his feet and was forced to ride his bike barefoot. After all he was lazy to use those butut sandals. Looks like he'll be suing Rivan for damages later.

***

"His scandal was helped by people on Friday in the mosque," Alan replied casually.

Nadia frowned softly hearing the strange answer from her son. It is not a matter of his strange Friday prayers, but his day. It's not Friday so where's the kid going Friday.

"Alan, it's Tuesday. Where there is a Friday," said Nadia upset with her son.

"That means tuesday, mother." said Alan casually.

Nadia snorted annoyed at the response of her child who impressed the cute. Even Alan also immediately snatched away into his room without wanting to explain what happened. Alan entered his brother's unlocked room.

There, his brother sat at the study table while reading his textbook. It looks like Arnold is replaying the lessons learned today. It made Alan in disbelief. His brother's activities are inversely proportional to his.

"Abang durhaka, Alan's leg is abrasive." Alan fights on his brother.

Arnold who heard someone talking to him immediately turned his eyes away. Arnold saw Alan's feet flushed red from the heat. Arnold immediately closed the book and approached his sister.

"Eat it next time don't be careless. You should be aware that people's sandals are not shoes. If you wear shoes will certainly wear it long, time can not be different anyway." said Arnold who even lectured his sister.

"Yes, Alan was excited to pick up my brother. It would not be aware if it was worn butut sandals," said Alan with a spoiled whine.

"Wash your feet first. Let brother take his foot" Arnold said.

"Lazy road, bang. His legs hurt" said Alan, who now even lay his body on Arnold's bed.

"Manja. Use snoring to make the way," said Arnold.

Alan piqued his lips. He thought his brother would clean his feet with water and a rag. But his brother just let it go. Arnold sat back in the chair.

"Don't you want an initiative to take water and compress Alan's leg?" asked Alan who still could not believe what his brother was doing.

"No. Wash your own feet, new brother medicine. If you do not want to wash your own feet, yes it continues until the wound infection" said Arnold scares his sister.

Alan stared at his brother's sinister eyes. Alan just walked straight as if his legs were very sore to attract Arnold's attention. But apparently his brother was completely insensitive and willing to help him.

"Isa... He does not make the same with his own sister. All because of those butut sandals. Just be careful if you see who has those slippers. Alan pinched until it was red-red," muttered Alan who then washed his feet slowly.

"Youngpam... Brother, his legs are sore." cried Alan.

"Not much drama, Alan. Get out of the bathroom," Arnold exclaimed.

"Isa... Brother kok not kemakan acting that I make anyway," he muttered slowly while playing the water on his feet.