
Sixteen years on, G's twin is now an adult. Six more months they will be seventeen years old, said the seventeen-year-old being the sweetest age for them, while Gio, the, he is now seventeen years old and has become a student at the renowned University of Jakarta.
"Sir Kantil, where are my car keys?" yelled Gio with his distinctive voice, Jasmin's ears were already very tired of hearing Gio's blaring voice like thunder in the middle of a great storm.
"Seek in the WC, you ate yesterday, didn't you?" Jasmin giggled, she was wearing Gavin's school uniform, which was about to go to school for her final High School exam.
"Go back to the cemetery! Why do cantile flowers live in my house." Gio throws Jasmin in a sock until it lands on Jasmin's head lucky the sock is clean.
"So polite sister dong, Om!" snapped Gavin who did not accept his mother needed brashness by Gio.
"Sister, not om!" yelled Gio annoyed, he did tell his nephew to call him brother instead of om, because of their age which was only a slight difference.
"Since when have I had a rich brother, Lo?" Jasmin immediately pulled his son's ears tightly, for a long time his auditory membrane could break if he continued to hear the sound of the screams of the two boys.
Gavin only grimaces while holding his throbbing ear, if Jasmin has grabbed his ear, Gavin knows he must be quiet.
"Remember Gio! That brother's name is Jasmin not the cantilever!" jasmin said, which Gio had no interest in.
"Either if he speaks need not be dismissed, Ma." Gavin kissed Jasmin's forehead and cheeks and then exited the room because his mother had finished helping him put on his clothes.
"Gavin," called Jasmin when Gavin's hand was already holding the doorknob of his room.
"Why?" gavin asked, looking back.
"Would you like to go swimming or to school for an exam?" Gavin looked at Jasmin confused, obviously wearing a uniform that means going to school, why should his mother ask?
"To school," Gavin answered briefly.
"Wear the pants first! Later teacher you can pass out if you see you're not wearing pants." Jasmin laughed when she saw Gavin looking down and realized that he was still wearing shorts, while his school pants were still on the bed and folded very neatly.
Gavin flicked his hair back, in fact he was ashamed of his mother now. However, Gavin was not his name if he could not hide his embarrassment. Gavin walked to the bed with his cool style like a plywood board model.
Jasmin only smiled when he saw his son's behavior. Now Gavin whistled while grabbing the school pants and immediately put them on in front of Jasmin. After finishing, Gavin immediately walked back to the outside of the room and uhh .. his head must have been bruised by being hit by a door that was accidentally closed from the outside suddenly by Gio.
"Nephew of evil, feel that your forehead is bruised." Gio laughed in satisfaction then ran down to the first floor.
"Om Gio why run so fast, huh?" ask Gilang who just came out of his room.
"The door has no morals" said Gavin while rubbing his forehead that hurt.
"illness?" jasmin asked, holding back a laugh.
"Okay," answered Gavin, he opened the door and saw his brother walking leisurely while reading the book in his hand. Gavin believes that the one who closed the door must be Gilang, so Gavin immediately walked over to Gilang.
"Have a grudge Are you the same as me?" snapped Gavin while pulling the collar of Gilang's uniform.
Gavin looked at his brother with a furious and angry face. He took the book from his brother's hand and threw it on the first floor.
Unbeknownst to them, the book falls right in front of Gibran who is about to go to the dining room for breakfast. Gibran picked up the book and looked up to find out who had thrown it.
Gilang of course was very surprised by the actions of his sister. He looked at Gavin with a flat look and a flat face.
"Why did you throw my sister's book down? What's brother's fault?" asked Gilang in a soft tone even though he still had a flat expression.
"Pregnant mama cravings polar ice as much as embers may." Gilang immediately stood up, he tidied up his clothes that were a little mess because of the actions of his sister.
"Why are you staying there, honey?" jasmin asked who had just caught up with Gavin out of the room.
He just smiled while shaking his head. He did not want Jasmin to scold Gavin if he knew Gavin had pushed him down.
"What a weird vow," muttered Gilang softly, he immediately descended to the first floor. When he reached the first floor, Gilang saw Gavin being scolded by his papa.
Gavin lowered his head staring at the floor as Gibran was talking.
"The book was read, Vin. Not to be thrown away like this, you think you can be smart if you study without books?" Gibran did not think with the behavior of his son who always made a tantrum.
"The book doesn't belong to me, Pa. The one who threw it down was not me either" Gavin replied in a soft voice.
"If not who are you?" Gibran was a little suspicious of his son.
"Throw the book, Brother Gilang." Gibran exhaled slowly. Actually, Gibran saw with his own eyes that Gavin threw the book. However, he did not expect that Gavin would lie and instead blame his brother.
"There is breakfast!" gibran's orders are soft.
Gavin nodded, he immediately joined Gio who was eating a sandwich made by Ranti.
"Lo's forehead is just bruised? Though I want Lo's forehead benjol," said Gio who immediately made Gavin stare flat at him.
"So, who shut the door to my room earlier, Om?" ask Gavin.
Gio nodded without feeling guilty at all. Gavin immediately looked at Gilang who was currently talking to Gibran near the stairs.
"Your book" said Gibran, giving his son a book.
"Thank you, Pa." Gilang took his book and walked to the dinner table.
"Morning, Om," said Gilang to Gio.
"Hm." Gio answered briefly.
Gilang immediately sat down and ate his breakfast, he did not care about the surrounding until he did not realize that Gavin had been staring at him.
"Depart yuk, Vin!" take Gio with you when you're done with breakfast.
"okay." Gavin and Gio went straight out of the house after saying goodbye. The two of them left Gilang and did not intend to take him off together.
Gibran reached into his pants pocket and gave Gilang the key he seized for one week.
"Let go with your motorbike!" Gilang just nodded while smiling thinly.
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