The Treaty of Invisibility
INCIDENTS

"Let's take a little bit of rin, Mr. Diman is waiting!" said Dewi slightly raised her voice in front of Arin's room door.

"Yes mbaaak, just a little while to comb Dede's hair!" sahut Arin from the room.

Shortly after the door of the room was opened, immediately the Goddess was stunned when she saw her sister coming out of the room, Dewi dumbstruck to look at Arin unblinkingly.

"Why is mbak?!" sulk Arin saw the Goddess silently staring while looking at him a little glared.

"Mom! Helloooo... Ma'am!" exclaimed Arin waving palms in front of the face of the Goddess.

"Eh, uh!" The goddess stuttered hurriedly changed her expression after waking up for a moment immersed in her admiration.

"Why is mbak?!" sumpul Arin was a little upset.

"Rin... Ye... You are so beautiful," muttered Dewi staring at her sister's face in awe.

"Th, mbak... Mbak's sister is already beautiful from birth, hikhikhik.." sergeant Arin laughed lightly blushed.

"Come on mbak, why not! Helloooo... Ma'am! Come on, he said he was waiting for Mr. Diman?!" sulcan Arin.

"I, yes come," answered Dewi stammered, then stepped towards the living room where Mr. Diman had sat

wait around.

"Weed ready to be Goddess, could Arin?" asked Mr. Diman immediately stood up to see Dewi and Arin appear in

living room.

"Already Mr. Diman, Rin is no one left behind?" the Goddess replied and turned to look at Arin who was in the

behind him.

"Mmm, it seems like it's all mbak," said Arin while holding Dede, and carrying a bag of equipment

Dede.

"Here I bring the bag mbak Arin, mbak Dewi," sergeant Pak Diman saw Arin looked troubled.

"No need to Mr. Diman, later ngerepotin," said Dewi trying to prevent Mr. Diman.

"Ah, it's okay mbak, here mbak bag," said Mr. Diman.

"Thank you, Mr. Diman," said the Goddess and then the three out.

After Dewi locked the door of his house, they walked towards the car parked in front of the alley.

The morning weather is so bright, the air feels cool combined with the warm sunlight that is still warm and the nails illuminate the village of Sukadami as if it will compete with each other to provide a sense of cool and warm

for the people of his village.

“Where are you going to see Dewi, mabak Arin?” ask people when they cross.

“Mau to brother place sir,” sahut Dewi.

The unpretentious citizens of the community, waltzing kale with enthusiasm reach out to their respective fields. Occasionally Dewi and Arin who cross paths with residents nod their heads while smiling kindly. Until the car carrying Arin and Dewi and Dede drove on the road

raya left Sukadami Village to Palu Wesi Village at exactly 6 o'clock in 10 minutes.

“Bun, Dede where to go?” ask Dede who sat with Arin in the middle seat.

“We want to welcome to his family, Mr. Harjo De,” replied Arin.

“Away ya Bun?” tanya Dede was full of curiosity.

“Moreover, Diman?” Arin turned his son's question to Mr. Diman who was sitting behind the wheel.

“Deket kok nak Dede, at most one hour-an, hehehe..” sahut pak Diman.

“Oooo...” chirps Dede spontaneous, but do not know one hour how long it is.

“Kake Diman, do not stop by the restaurant again yes,” said Dede with an original voice.

“Loh why nak Dede?” sahut mr. Diman.

“There are bad guys!” exclaimed Dede indifferent to his own preoccupation.

“Ha, time?” mr. Diman was a little flabbergasted, but there was also a sense of disbelief in the speech of a 3-year-old boy.

“Diman's grandfather's swallowed, Dede didn't lie!” exclaim Dede with a thick accent of children.

About 45 minutes drive, Mr. Diman turned his car in the parking lot of a restaurant. The goddess sitting in front immediately frowned as she asked, “Why go to the restaurant sir

Dyman?”

“Punten mbak Dewi, I have not had breakfast. Fear my mag disease relapsed, after all Mbak Dewi, Arin and Dede also did not have breakfast before leaving earlier?” said Mr. Diman asked back.

The goddess only nodded small, Mr. Diman's words were indeed true. He and Arin and Dede did not have breakfast. But his little heart reminded Dede not to stop by the restaurant, although Dede did not mention the name of the restaurant. The goddess is just following her will

mr. Diman.

Dewi thought there was no harm in stopping by the restaurant, after all, Mr. Diman also had to eat so that his mag pain did not recur. While in the middle seat, Arin and Dede appear to be sleeping. Dede lay down

bearing Arin's thigh, while Arin himself leaned his head back on the back of the car seat.

“Mari mbak we go down, eat first yes. I fear the same blame Mr. Harjo if not invite to eat mbak Dewi, mbak Arin and Dede, hehehe..” said Mr. Diman then get out of the car after turning off the engine.

automaker.

The goddess turned to the back seat where Arin and Dede seemed to be sleeping. Slowly, Dewi patted the tip of Arin's shoes to wake him up.

“Rin... Rin.. wake up,” said Dewi.

Arin immediately woke up from his sleep, momentarily dived to the right and left looking around him.

“Have arrived ya mbak?” tanya Arin prepared to wake Dede who was also sleeping with her thighs.

“Not yet, we are asked to eat first, breakfast. Come wake up Dedenya,” replied Dewi.

“Oh, yes mbak,” said Arin then slowly land carrying Dede's body into his carrier. Arin deliberately did not wake him because pity might still sleepy.

Dewi and Arin who carried Dede with both hands directly walked into the restaurant that was waiting for Mr. Diman at the entrance.

“Nak Dede his bed mbak Arin?” ask Mr. Diman to see Dede in the bopong Arin.

“Yes sir, I deliberately did not wake up afraid he was still sleepy,” replied Arin.

“Let's go to mbak,” take Mr. Diman.

The restaurant is not too luxurious but also seems not too cheap. In the parking area there are several private cars and three large truck cars. Arin and Dewi stepped into the restaurant following Mr. Diman. Inside the dining room is not so crowded just a few tables

unfilled.

When the group of Mr. Diman walked looking for a seat, several pairs of eyes immediately noticed him. Their gaze was immediately fixed on Arin and Dewi, their eyes did not blink like they were skinning the bodies of the brothers.

Dewi and Arin who felt that they were being noticed by the people in the dining room immediately felt uncomfortable. The brothers immediately threw their eyes to look the other way and glanced at the tables

filled, then Dewi realized that in the room only Dewi and Arin only perempuanya while all are men.

“Pak Diman we sit at the table next to it,” said Dewi pointed at the table near the window at the same time when he saw Mr. Diman was choosing an empty table.

“Oh yes mbak,” sahut pak Diman, then they went to the table appointed by Dewi.

Dede still hasn't woken up in Arin's lap when Arin selects the food menu from a laminated sheet of menu paper.

“Mbak I nasi goreng only yes, one time with the same Dede,” said Arin.

“Loh, how about one more Arin?” timpal mr. Diman.

“Iya, it's okay Mr. Diman. The fear is not exhausted, it is a pity that tidka runs out sir,” said Arin.

“Then I am the same. Fried rice two yes mbak,” said Dewi to the waiter of the restaurant who was ready to record his order.

“I wrote ya ma'am. O yes the fried rice is special, there is beef eye fried rice, ampela fried rice or seafood fried rice?” ask waiter.

“Seafood aja mbak,” sahut Dewi.

“Nasi fried seafood two yes mbak? If father?” the waiter looked at Mr. Diman.

“Samely deh neng, fried rice,” said Mr. Diman.

“Good sir, means fried rice seafood three yes, drink it?” ask waiter.

“Teh sweet warm course mbak,” replied the Goddess who is possessed by Arin.

“I the bargain warm yes neng,” timpal pak Diman.

“Good, awaited yes..” said the waiter then passed from the table of the entourage of Mr. Diman.* CONNECTED*