"Brother Zein!"
"Zein!"
Two petite figures, both had tied long hairs in different colors, stopped at the lake house porch and narrowed their eyes at each other, scrutinizing. Both were asking the same question wordlessly: who are you?
"Stop being silly and come in," Zein rolled his eyes and beckoned them with his fingers.
"Brother Zein!"
"Zein!"
The same cheery greetings could be heard again, this time along with skipping footsteps as they ran toward the guide again, hugging him like kids seeing their parents after a long summer camp.
"He's a guide magnet, isn't he?" Mizar laughed as they stepped inside the lake house and watched his guide locked in a staring contest again with the same younger girl.
"Haa...what can you do?" Bassena shrugged and shook the older twin's hand. "I thought you'd only be here for the wedding?"
