I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
66. The sister of a Charlie???

"Who brought you? Sorted by a man it's not the Chrlie I know,"

A sarcastic voice echoed in Charlie as he walked into the house, making him immediately turn toward the source of the sound.

"When are you actually going to call me brother?" lamented Charlie.

"Don't expect too much about that" he replied.

"Then why should you care who I come home to?" reply Charlie flat.

"I just_,,,"

"You just have to ignore it, and assume I'm not in this house" Charlie said.

"I'm tired, I'm going to the room. Just do what you like as long as it doesn't cross the line" he added.

Charlie immediately walked towards the room, ignoring his sister who was still cold to him.

He who had done everything he could to make her accept himself as a sister, was running out of ways. In addition, the family who continued to bother him without the knowledge of the younger brother, and the work he was responsible for stacked into one shoulder.

"Then why did you bring me here if you'd end up acting the same way as them?" tanyanya.

Charlie's steps stopped, his heart rumbled to hear a sentence he never expected before would come out of the younger brother he had loved.

In the next instant, he turned to face his sister who was standing with one hand nailed to his pants, as if what he had just said was a light sentence that could be spoken at any time.

"I'm not forcing you to stick with me here, knowing that you're my sister is still quite a shock to me, but I can't ignore it when you're treated the same when I'm there, either," charlie held back his emotions.

"I know that I am only a stranger to you, and you are a stranger to me. I'm sorry I didn't come when Grandma was gone, and I never came to find out about you sooner than I left that house, but whatever I did for you was sincere, not because it's a duty because I'm a big brother,"

Charlie let out his heart that made him cramped, staring once again at the eyes of the younger brother who was still staring at him expressionlessly.

'The eye looked a lot different to when he came home from his music rehearsal. Is it because of someone, or because he really likes music?' inner Charlie.

"I'm not going to pressure you to do what you love, even if you want to practice music in this house, I'm going to support you, Ken," Charlie said in a soft tone.

The little brother called Ken widened his eyes, feeling he had misheard something to not believe what he had just heard.

"Is that your attempt to bribe me?" cycad Ken.

"What musical instrument do you want? If that's enough to change your sour face every time I come home from work tired, I'll buy it for you" Charlie replied, maintaining his lenient demeanor.

"You think I'll believe it?" welcomes skeptics.

"Cello, I've heard you mention Cello when I asked you about Grandma's accident case. Am I wrong, Ken?" reply Charlie.

Once again, Ken widened his eyes in surprise. He forgot Charlie was a cop. The fire incident was of course Charlie knew about it, even he lived with Charlie shortly after. However, he did not expect Charlie to remember that.

"You don't need to know about that" said Ken.

"Haahh, okay, now I'm really tired. I'll find a cello that suits you. Have a good night, Ken," Charlie said unilaterally.

"I'm not saying I want to accept _, Hey, Charlie, '" Ken exclaimed in annoyance as Charlie walked into the room without waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Tck,,, sucks," Ken stomped his feet and stepped into his own room.

"BAMM,,,!!!!"

Ken deliberately slammed the room door, then locked it.

He tries as much as possible to keep Charlie from going into his room, where he keeps a photo of the person he likes. The person who has made her love music again, even though she is also aware that her feelings are one-sided.

Ken threw his body on the bed, his face softened when his eyes saw the picture frame beside his bed, a photo that was able to bring a gentle smile on his hard face.

His outstretched hand grabbed the photo, stroking the figure of the woman taking the picture with him with a graceful appearance that made him unable to forget.

"Do you know how much I crave you?" hiss Ken continued to dress up the photo in his hand.

"I really hope that you can be my lover, not just a sister or a proud student, but you close your heart because of the dark past you have experienced,"

"I realized, those two men also liked big brother, and that meant I would compete with them if I wanted to get big brother. And it felt impossible for me to win if I competed with them. But, if I prove my sincerity, will big brother love me?"

"When the rumors in the studio spread, I honestly liked it. They think we're in a relationship, how I wish it were true. The real reason I just kept quiet and ignored it was because I enjoyed it. Because I really love my sister, I love Ariel so much,"

Ken kissed the picture frame right on the face of Ariel who took a picture with him during his first show. Clutching him tightly until his eyes slowly closed, presenting a quiet breath as Ken slept in his sleep with a smile on his lips.

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"Eghmmm,,,,,!!!"

A soft muttering sound came out from Ariel who was seen writhing in the middle of her sleep.

He blinked his eyes lazily, reluctant to get up. Feeling the rest of the tiredness in his body after a small party last night.

Still half conscious, Ariel pulled her blanket higher, positioned her head to the position she was most comfortable with, wanted to go back to sleep no matter what time of day it was and immediately frowned when she felt a strange thing under her head.

'Did I drop my pillow?' thought Ariel.

Ariel blinked her eyes again, rubbed her eyes slowly to gain full awareness, and was shocked to see what was around her.

The room was not his room, nor was it his apartment. As if her consciousness had returned to fullness, Ariel was shocked when she realized that she was sleeping on Joel's lap.

'I'm still dreaming? It's a dream, it's a dream, ' he whispered in his heart. Convincing himself that it was just a dream even though it was useless.

Ariel swallowed her saliva in disbelief, assuming it was a dream. The sleeping Joel leaned against the sofa with Ariel on his lap.

Ariel blinked again, rubbed her eyes once more, and saw Joel move along by opening her eyes without her eyeglass barrier, looking at Ariel with her signature gentle smile.

"Good morning, Sweety. is your sleep good?" greet Joel with a soft voice.

If the situation is not as good as it is now, Ariel would be very happy to get the sweetest good morning greeting according to him. But_,,,

Joel leaned over to kiss Ariel on the forehead, just as their faces were so close, Ariel got up from lying down spontaneously.

"Aackhh,,,,!!" Arie strangles.

"Jedugg,,,!!!"

Ariel's spontaneous actions caused her forehead to hit Joel's forehead quite violently. Leaving a small groan on Ariel's face that rubbed her forehead.

"Ohhh,,,!!!" joel Nintih.

Joel did the same, rubbing his forehead, grimacing in the pain he got in the morning.

"Ouhh,, what's wrong with you, Ariel? Why would you wake up so suddenly?" his moans.

Ariel ignored the throbbing pain in her forehead, staring at Joel with a thousand questions gaze.

"Why am I still here? Why are you here? What happened last night?" ariel Cecar.

Ariel looked around in panic.

'Sleeping on the couch? Joel, who I made you a pillow? And this blanket?' inner Ariel.

Ariel shook her head.

'ridiculous. What stupid thing have I done? I don't even drink, ' he said in his heart.

A wide grin grew adorning Joel's face. He brought his face closer to Ariel who looked panicked.

"Don't you remember what we did last night?" ask Joel.

"DIG,,,,!!!"

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