We Are Together
Thirty-seven

Keysa cleared his throat slowly to reduce his awkwardness, he took over the tote bag that was still in Darel's hand with a little awkwardness. "Eum, thanks, Rail,"

Darel just nodded slowly while smiling in response, he stuffed his right palm into his jeans pocket.

What pleasure do you deny? Why is Darel so handsome? Oh my god, it feels like Keysa just wants to pass out here.

How tote bag is heavy? Ask in the heart.

"We're leaving now?" Darel asked—successfully broke the silence created.

Alletta got up from her seat and she walked closer to the two people who were still standing. "Eum, can I come along, brother?"

Darel and Keysa did not flinch for a second, the two exchanged glances. Helos? Why is Alletta never tired of bothering me, huh? If Alletta came, where would she sit? Keysa shook his head when he saw Alletta, the boy he thought was too naughty.

Keysa smiled and agreed. "Could you, but you're sitting on the back tire, huh?"

Keysa's words just made Darel laugh in his heart.

Why do I think Keysa's answer is so funny?

Can a bad girl laugh too, huh? Darel said the answer was yes. In fact Keysa who thinks fierce girls can laugh.

Alletta shuddered in horror as she imagined herself sitting on Darel's rear tire. Is he a small ant what— who can sit on the motorcycle tire?

Alletta scratched her non-itchy head then she gave a funny grin. "Eum, don't be brother,"

Keysa smiled and walked closer to Alletta. "My clothes were messy on my bed clean yes dear Letta. If I had gone home—but you haven't settled yet, you would know the consequences," he whispered faintly, making Darel unable to hear it.

Aletta's face turned pale. Helos? Not wrong yet? Why am I being such a gini cake maid? Why is Keysa's sister now so hot and often rushes me as good as her own eel, huh? Arghh, is this what is called karma?

"Sister, you're kidding me again, right?" tanyanya slow.

"Look at my face, I look like I'm kidding, huh?"

Alletta then looked at Keysa's bead, Alletta felt Keysa was not joking. Then he shook his head slowly.

Keysa did not flinch, he just smiled sweetly at Alletta.

Alletta patted her own jidat plan. Finish your history Alletta. His inner.

*

Varo is currently sleeping on his back on his king-size mattress. He was wearing an old gray t-shirt and was paired with black knee-length color pants. A few seconds later—Varo opened his two eyelids that had been locked. His eyes blinked several times to adapt to the blinding light of his room. Suddenly he woke up. He was silent for a moment, trying to collect his life back.

Varo got up from his sleep, he lowered his feet to the floor. He returned to rub his eyelids for a moment and then glanced at a glance at the wall clock displayed beautifully on the gray wall. Time shows at three in the morning.

"Hoam,"

Varo yawned widely, the palm of his right hand he used to cover his mouth. Varo stepped into the bathroom, walking towards the sink in the bathroom. He turned the water faucet and immediately washed his face violently, he looked at his body in front of the mirror, he sighed again. Varo's face is still as usual—his face is still handsome.

Varo clucking. "Arghh, why do I have to get up now, huh? I wasn't satisfied with Keysa's date dreams, though,"

"What are you doing again?" Varo asked faintly, so faint that it was barely audible.

Varo steps up to Sherly's room above.

Slender.

One word that suddenly flashed in Varo's mind. Yes, the elite house that Varo and Sherly occupied felt lonely.

Jovanka—daddy Varo and Sherly, have not come home from yesterday, because Jovanka works abroad—exactly in the country uncle Sam. Now Varo and Sherly are just the two of them in this elite house. The maid who was at her house only worked morning until evening.

Varo walked up the stairs, occasionally combing his hair with his fingers. When he was in front of Sherly's room door, Varo first knocked him while calling Sherly several times—but there was no word from Sherly. Varo lowered—looked at the door knob. Slowly but surely, he pushed her slowly.

When the door opened, Sherly still did not budge. He did not pay attention to Varo who entered into his room. Sherly knows that Varo is coming, but she has no intention of saying hello at all, even if she is reluctant to do so. Of course because Sherly was angry with Varo.

Varo spread his eyes all over Sherly's room. Suddenly he became silent and fixated when he saw Sherly sitting on the bed crying a mouthful. There were hundreds of wipes on Sherly's floor. Don't tell me Sherly didn't sleep last night. Varo shook his head slowly—when his head wanted to break.

Varo walked back to get closer to Sherly. He sat on the edge of his sister's queen-size mattress.

"So late afternoon you've taught him, so you don't have to cry anymore, you've given him a balanced reply," Varo explains as he rubs Sherly's messy hair softly with a sincere feeling.

Sherly was crying hysterically. He shook his head, he still did not accept that Darel had been beaten by Varo. Why does Varo not understand his feelings at all now?

Sherly removes the tissue sheet she just used to wipe her tears that fell from her eye patch and her snot that comes back out of her red nose, then Sherly again picks up the tissue again. "Arghh, evil brother!" Sherly shrieked accompanied by hysterical cries.

Varo just smiled faintly. Sherly is still angry with him. Am I wrong to hit Darel? Isn't Darel a lesson to be taught? I just want to see my sister laugh instead of crying like this, what else is a jerk nangisin. His inner.

"That's just a lesson, Sher! I don't accept you crying because of him" Varo softly replied. Varo still refuses to mention Darel by name.

Sherly wiped her tears back down her cheeks. "But it's not like this either, bang!"

Varo scrunched his forehead when he heard Sherly's words just now. "How do you do that, huh?"

"Tau ah, Sherly was like a brother!" Sherly replied with a voice that sounded vibrating.

Varo is sad to see Sherly's performance which could be called chaotic. Ah, errat— means very messed up. The disheveled hair, disheveled face, both eyes were swollen, her nose was flushed, and lastly the pajamas Sherly used were worn and slightly wet from her own tears.

Varo clenched his palms back. It felt like he wanted to punch Darel in the face again, which made Sherly cry. Varo's ringing, it feels like his eardrum wants to break because it continues to hear the sound of Sherly's cries that are too tight. Varo stared into Sherly's two eyeballs sharply. "Stop crying, Sher!" varo commands by raising his voice.

A second later, Sherly jumped in shock. His body trembled in fear when he heard the command from Varo just now. Not that she stopped crying, but Sherly went back to crying hysterically. Sherly lowered her head, she did not dare to look at the two sharp eyes of Varo like an eagle. He sobs. "Hiks... All bad guys! Hicks..."

Varo was silent when he heard Sherly's words just now, a few seconds ago he remained silent and did not budge at all. Varo digested Sherly's words earlier, he was aware of his mistake, why was he yelling at Sherly? Varo shouldn't have yelled at Sherly who was screwed up like this.

A second later Varo hugged Sherly's trembling body. Varo hoped that his sister would stop crying—not even crying hysterically again.

Sherly banged up the chest of Varo's field, right now she doesn't want to be hugged by Varo. But over time both of Sherly's hands stopped beating the chest of Varo's field because considering the effort done so in vain. Sherly closed her eyes, her chin resting on Varo's shoulder. Sherly's body warms up because of Varo's embrace. Sherly was not crying hysterically like it was—but she just sobbed.

"Don't cry, brother doesn't like you crying because of that jerk guy," said Varo, fondly stroking Sherly's hair.