"Van! How many times do I have to say? Eat! If you're sick, I'll be in trouble too!"
Lunch time, in the middle of the super hot day. 11 IPA 2 class was filled with loud noises that only came from two young men on one of the benches in the corner of the room.
Not only because of their loud voices, but also because there was no one else in the class apart from the two of them. It's not strange, of course, because not many people will choose to stay in class during recess.
"No!" Ivan answered firmly. He shook his head vigorously avoiding the mouthful of fried rice that Devan thrust at him.
A cross appeared on Devan's forehead. Dealing with Ivan's childish behavior was not his responsibility. After all, he's not a big brother. They were twins, and Ivan was born five minutes ahead of him.
But somehow here he is the one who has to take care of Ivan's behavior. Well,
Something look different today. It was unusual for Deandra to see his two friends in silence each other during the third lesson. It was only natural that Dean had noticed. Because the distance between his desk and Ivan-Devan's table is only one table adrift. Moreover, the two of them sat in the same row in front of him. "Did they fight? how unusual." His mind wondered. The third lesson is physics. Mr.Ibnu who is explaining in front of the class is one of the many fierce teachers at this school. It was thanks to his existence that Dean couldn't ask what was wrong with his two friends until class ended. Time elapsed. Dean – who had not been in school for more than ten years, clearly had greater learning difficulties than most of the children at this school. But Deandra is lucky because his mature age allows him to think more calmly. Which meant that Dean wouldn'
"I am pregnant."“Buffftt!!!”Vanilla latte gushed smoothly from Deandra's mouth. Along with that, several astonished gazes immediately fell upon the table of the two of them.“Cough Cough! Huh… what do you mean?!” Dean coughed between his questions.Meanwhile a girl across the table just stared lazily at Dean's reaction. It even seemed as if she didn't care about the fact that her words had caught people's attention."It’s been three weeks late." Her said again.This time, Deandra was flabbergasted with his mouth half-open. Meanwhile his ears began to catch the whispers coming from the table occupants around them."Psst.. what's with that young couple?""She said she was pregnant.""That's high school Nusa's uniform, right?""Oh right! How terrible."Deandra held his fo
Jazz music played, filling the room with a calm atmosphere. A young man in school uniform sat on one of the chairs. While a man sat across the table.The sound of the music, blended with the paper touching each other as the man turned the newspaper in his hand. For a moment it was the only sound that filled the space between them, and it had been about fifteen minutes.“If there's something you want to say, just say it. What's the point of looking at me like that?"Once again such a polite sentence. It was as if they were playing a role in a black and white documentary set in the eighties."Don't mind me, I'm just trying to find out what kind of man you are." Deandra waved a hand to confirm his words.A second later, the man across the table folded the sheet of newspaper that had originally covered half of his face. Then looked through the lenses of round glasses right at
"I'm late."Deandra kept muttering the same sentence in his mind. With his head held high up, the young man froze while staring at a body that hanging and swinging lightly in front of him.Pale faces and horrified whispers were heard all around. The students who filled the surroundings made this room feel cramped. But of course, it had no effect on the beautiful lady up there.Because now Erika Salma doesn't need oxygen to fill her lungs.A thousand questions raced through Deandra's mind. Why? How could that be? Even though last night, just last night. The young girl sent a string of messages that Dean was late reading. Even the message is still displayed on the cellphone screen that is currently in his hand.*Ten Minutes Before*"So? Is it true that a toss of pots hits you as soon as you get home?" Ivan laughed.By his side, Devan seemed to be trying
“What are you guys doing?! You can't just bring people's children. Where's the warrant?!” "Dev!" Devan exploded. The innocence tabble he pounded hard as he rose to challenge the two uniformed men in front of them. Suddenly, Ivan also got up to calm his twin. "We have a warrant, if necessary we can show it." Said one of the two men. “Show me!” Dean insisted. As Devan wished, one of the two policemen reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper from inside. But just as he was about to give the paper to Devan, Deandra's sudden rise and that young man's words stopped them. "No need sir. I'm go with you." Of course, the decision that Deandra made unilaterally made Devan even more angry. "Dean! I know you're an idiot but no..." Devan's sentence was cut off, just as Dean suddenly tapped his shoulder and whispered something. "Check your phone." Dean really made sure only Devan could hear him. Less than ten seconds later, Dean was actually led away from
In the middle of this hot day, should he thank the cop who just threw water on him? "Sir... isn't it too much?" "What do you mean too much? This child has been proven guilty. We just need to make him admit it." The middle-aged man with his distended stomach stood up while giving a low look. A cruel grin that should not be visible on the faces of law enforcement officers, was clearly etched on his face. The other men on the man's side couldn't do much other than silently watch. Meanwhile in front of them, a young man in school uniform sat cross-legged on the floor. Water dripped from every wet part of his body. "How long are you going to be quiet? You better be honest now."After saying that, the man – who seemed to be in the highest position in this place, sat down on the available chair. His eyes were loyal to look, right at Deandra who still chose to remain silent. “Haahh… you know the situation don't you? The more stubborn you are, the longer you will be here." Say h
Smoke billowed from the cup of coffee which was sitting on a wooden table. Fills the dimly lit room with its scent, and soothes the heart of a man sitting opposite it. On the side of the cup of coffee, the distinctive sound of a typewriter sounded so beautiful. The man's ten fingers danced while magic slowly created on a white piece of paper. A smile broke out, his mind was muttering everything he wrote there. “Anger filled the young man. There was an inexplicable feeling, combined with the hot turmoil in his heart. He no longer cared even if the actions he took afterwards would be so fatal. Sick! The stocky man was flung backwards. He struggled, whimpering as he wriggled wildly on the dirty floor. Holding his mouth which was bleeding so much, and panicked even more when he saw the teeth scattered on the floor. He knew it was his. "Ah ... then this can be said a nail for a tooth, right?" said the young man. Unaccepted, three of the four men began to attack. It doesn't
The arrival of Ivan and Devan did not necessarily make things better. In fact, it could be said that the situation had worsened from the moment they set foot in this place. "Get out of the way! We can charge you with protecting the suspect!” A loud threatening voice disturbed Deandra's ears. It didn't stop there, several other yells began to force this young man to wake up again. "There is no solid evidence that this child is the culprit. But from what I can see, you guys are a bit too much on interrogation. Doesn't that mean we can also sue you for violence? Especially in minors." "Devan?" Deandra asked in his mind. Trying to recognize the firm voice he just heard. Slowly but surely, consciousness forced Dean's eyes to open. Even with such a dim view he was able to see the silhouettes of two young men standing right in front of him. It didn't tak
Deandra's face, which is always difficult to interpret, is in contrast to the other faces seen in this room. Ivan who looked relieved, Devan who looked disturbed, and of course the most interesting of all was the look on the faces of the five officers after realizing who had just arrived.The attention of the five uniformed men immediately shifted from the teenagers in the corner of the room. On the figure of a man who is still loyal standing with his hands on his hips while showing off his flagship smile.He is Stevan Houston, or more commonly known as Steve. A top class actor who has starred in so many series and feature films.One interesting fact about this forty-year-old man, which no one but him and the people concerned know about is the fact that he is the father of non-identical twins, Ivan Houston and Devan Houston."Papi you’re late!"An exasperated exclamation from one of his sons made Stev
The arrival of Ivan and Devan did not necessarily make things better. In fact, it could be said that the situation had worsened from the moment they set foot in this place. "Get out of the way! We can charge you with protecting the suspect!” A loud threatening voice disturbed Deandra's ears. It didn't stop there, several other yells began to force this young man to wake up again. "There is no solid evidence that this child is the culprit. But from what I can see, you guys are a bit too much on interrogation. Doesn't that mean we can also sue you for violence? Especially in minors." "Devan?" Deandra asked in his mind. Trying to recognize the firm voice he just heard. Slowly but surely, consciousness forced Dean's eyes to open. Even with such a dim view he was able to see the silhouettes of two young men standing right in front of him. It didn't tak
Smoke billowed from the cup of coffee which was sitting on a wooden table. Fills the dimly lit room with its scent, and soothes the heart of a man sitting opposite it. On the side of the cup of coffee, the distinctive sound of a typewriter sounded so beautiful. The man's ten fingers danced while magic slowly created on a white piece of paper. A smile broke out, his mind was muttering everything he wrote there. “Anger filled the young man. There was an inexplicable feeling, combined with the hot turmoil in his heart. He no longer cared even if the actions he took afterwards would be so fatal. Sick! The stocky man was flung backwards. He struggled, whimpering as he wriggled wildly on the dirty floor. Holding his mouth which was bleeding so much, and panicked even more when he saw the teeth scattered on the floor. He knew it was his. "Ah ... then this can be said a nail for a tooth, right?" said the young man. Unaccepted, three of the four men began to attack. It doesn't
In the middle of this hot day, should he thank the cop who just threw water on him? "Sir... isn't it too much?" "What do you mean too much? This child has been proven guilty. We just need to make him admit it." The middle-aged man with his distended stomach stood up while giving a low look. A cruel grin that should not be visible on the faces of law enforcement officers, was clearly etched on his face. The other men on the man's side couldn't do much other than silently watch. Meanwhile in front of them, a young man in school uniform sat cross-legged on the floor. Water dripped from every wet part of his body. "How long are you going to be quiet? You better be honest now."After saying that, the man – who seemed to be in the highest position in this place, sat down on the available chair. His eyes were loyal to look, right at Deandra who still chose to remain silent. “Haahh… you know the situation don't you? The more stubborn you are, the longer you will be here." Say h
“What are you guys doing?! You can't just bring people's children. Where's the warrant?!” "Dev!" Devan exploded. The innocence tabble he pounded hard as he rose to challenge the two uniformed men in front of them. Suddenly, Ivan also got up to calm his twin. "We have a warrant, if necessary we can show it." Said one of the two men. “Show me!” Dean insisted. As Devan wished, one of the two policemen reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper from inside. But just as he was about to give the paper to Devan, Deandra's sudden rise and that young man's words stopped them. "No need sir. I'm go with you." Of course, the decision that Deandra made unilaterally made Devan even more angry. "Dean! I know you're an idiot but no..." Devan's sentence was cut off, just as Dean suddenly tapped his shoulder and whispered something. "Check your phone." Dean really made sure only Devan could hear him. Less than ten seconds later, Dean was actually led away from
"I'm late."Deandra kept muttering the same sentence in his mind. With his head held high up, the young man froze while staring at a body that hanging and swinging lightly in front of him.Pale faces and horrified whispers were heard all around. The students who filled the surroundings made this room feel cramped. But of course, it had no effect on the beautiful lady up there.Because now Erika Salma doesn't need oxygen to fill her lungs.A thousand questions raced through Deandra's mind. Why? How could that be? Even though last night, just last night. The young girl sent a string of messages that Dean was late reading. Even the message is still displayed on the cellphone screen that is currently in his hand.*Ten Minutes Before*"So? Is it true that a toss of pots hits you as soon as you get home?" Ivan laughed.By his side, Devan seemed to be trying
Jazz music played, filling the room with a calm atmosphere. A young man in school uniform sat on one of the chairs. While a man sat across the table.The sound of the music, blended with the paper touching each other as the man turned the newspaper in his hand. For a moment it was the only sound that filled the space between them, and it had been about fifteen minutes.“If there's something you want to say, just say it. What's the point of looking at me like that?"Once again such a polite sentence. It was as if they were playing a role in a black and white documentary set in the eighties."Don't mind me, I'm just trying to find out what kind of man you are." Deandra waved a hand to confirm his words.A second later, the man across the table folded the sheet of newspaper that had originally covered half of his face. Then looked through the lenses of round glasses right at
"I am pregnant."“Buffftt!!!”Vanilla latte gushed smoothly from Deandra's mouth. Along with that, several astonished gazes immediately fell upon the table of the two of them.“Cough Cough! Huh… what do you mean?!” Dean coughed between his questions.Meanwhile a girl across the table just stared lazily at Dean's reaction. It even seemed as if she didn't care about the fact that her words had caught people's attention."It’s been three weeks late." Her said again.This time, Deandra was flabbergasted with his mouth half-open. Meanwhile his ears began to catch the whispers coming from the table occupants around them."Psst.. what's with that young couple?""She said she was pregnant.""That's high school Nusa's uniform, right?""Oh right! How terrible."Deandra held his fo
Something look different today. It was unusual for Deandra to see his two friends in silence each other during the third lesson. It was only natural that Dean had noticed. Because the distance between his desk and Ivan-Devan's table is only one table adrift. Moreover, the two of them sat in the same row in front of him. "Did they fight? how unusual." His mind wondered. The third lesson is physics. Mr.Ibnu who is explaining in front of the class is one of the many fierce teachers at this school. It was thanks to his existence that Dean couldn't ask what was wrong with his two friends until class ended. Time elapsed. Dean – who had not been in school for more than ten years, clearly had greater learning difficulties than most of the children at this school. But Deandra is lucky because his mature age allows him to think more calmly. Which meant that Dean wouldn'