WANTED : YOU

Chapter 3 : His Boss

Present...

3 short knocks.

His ears perked up once he heard those knocks. But he didn't bother to move even slight. Head still glued on his warm soft bed, face down with a pillow over his head.

2 knocks. Then silence.

'10... 9... 8.......'

He groaned while counting in his head.

'...7... 6... 5.......'

Turning on his back roughly, he kicks the sheets wrapped around his lower body irritatedly, the pillow on his head fell down and now happily joining other pillows on the floor that he always kicks when he sleeps.

'... 4... 3.......'

"I swear Tine, if you don't get here in 5... 4... 3..."

A soft but stern voice behind the door, with his threatening tone.

"COMING!"

Rushing footsteps was heard after that hoarse yell... and a thud. The man outside chuckle and shook his head.

Then the door flung open wide, revealing a boy in his red loose shirt and black boxer, while holding and rubbing his knee up, wincing.

"Clumsy! Did you hit something again? What is it this time? Let me check that poor thing, it maybe broken."

A gasp came out loudly of Tine's mouth while looking at his brother's serious face.

"Really, Phi? Thanks, you cared so much for my damn couch. Go and take that thing out of my house."

He said sarcastically. Still wincing and limping while taking uneven steps inside his living room after closing the door, following his brother but didn't forget to curse the thing when he passed.

"Damn you! If only I could kill you, you'll be dead many times now!"

Through gritted teeth and sharp eyes he threatened the innocent couch.

The older man go straight to the kitchen, placing some grocery bags on the table.

"What the hell... TINE!!"

The one he called stops immediately his steps few meters away from where his brother was.

Hands on his hips, the man turned his head while glaring at his younger brother who was grinning sheepishly at him now with a peace sign waving on his one hand.

'I'm dead.'

His mind concluded.

"Aren't you really going to learn how to clean your own mess? Look at your kitchen. Do you really plan to build a mountain of used plates on your sink? Look! Just add few more things here and I'm sure it will already reach your height."

"OUCH!! You're so mean."

Knowing what his brother really meant, he pouts his mouth.

Tine then puts down his peace sign, reaching the hem of his already loose shirt and writhe the poor clothe with both hands.

Seeing him acting that way again, the older man knows his lovely brother is sulking. His heart soften by the sight. He can't bare to see his sad face even a second so he do everything he could just to see him smile again. Even that means was spoiling him. He loves his younger brother very much. Who wouldn't? He's the only one that's left to him. Their parents would surely do the same like what he always do, if only they were here.

Heaving a deep sighed, the man approach the boy.

"Come here. Stop sulking, okay?"

Said the man in his gentle voice now, pulling the boy's small body closer to him that instantly wrapped his waist by the pale soft arms and clinging like a child.