He Isn't My Brother

Rachel! Wake up!" shouted the middle-aged woman, in a shrill, sharp tone.

While the one called Rachel. He seemed deaf. The call felt his alarm pounding calling him.

"Mama's count to three ... if you don't wake up. This cold water will splash your slobbery face," She threatened.

The middle-aged woman had been waiting for her daughter for several minutes. However, the girl who had just entered the world of lectures still hadn't shown any changes in her body.

"Eh, you still don't want to wake up! Look at this gift from Mamaa ..." She continued.

The middle-aged woman stepped decisively towards her daughter's bathroom. Then fill a bucket full of cold water. As per the threat.

The line of the middle-aged woman's lips lifted slightly as the corner of her eye fell on her target who was still on the big bed.

But, before that middle-aged woman came.

The 20-year-old woman opened her left eye slightly.

Staring at the back of the middle-aged woman who slowly disappeared behind the cubicle that Rachel always used to hang out for hours after struggling in her father's office.

Rachel immediately got out of bed. Then arrange as perfect as possible his trick to look like he is still asleep.

"Perfect!" Rachel snapped her fingers.

Rachel's eyes darted back to her pink door. Rachel heard her mother's footsteps approaching. Even closer.

With steps of a thousand feet. Rachel decided to hide behind her high cupboard.

This position can be very strategic. Rachel could monitor her mother, but the middle-aged woman couldn't see herself.

Perfecto! Rachel muttered under her breath.

Today is Rachel's first day of college. Even though it's two years late. But, it didn't matter to Rachel. Because his family is rich and Genius, of course.

Rachel felt she didn't need any extra lessons. Because since Rachel was 10 years old, Rachel had already gotten the material that adults should get.

Rachel is very lazy to enter her family's campus. Because for sure. His mother would monitor his every move.

The twenty year old woman is really lazy. But, do not be asked about the performance of his brain. Super Genius. Only one disease is super lazy.

The sound of footsteps slowly drew closer to Rachel. More specifically to Rachel's bed.

Rachel widened her eyes, seeing her mother who was about to be hit by her prank.

"I'm sorry Rachel, Ma. I love you Mama," Rachel said quietly as she giggled to herself behind her tall cupboard.

Rachel leaned in and her eyes glanced at the opening. And seen human feet that started to walk.

"That child is still lazy! Don't think that the campus belongs to his father. So the child doesn't understand the rules," he muttered at every step. With both hands holding the rim of a small black bucket.

The middle-aged woman's feet were already near Rachel's bed, the middle-aged woman's eyes narrowed sharply.

The sharp stab in the middle-aged woman's eyes seemed to want to paralyze her target.

He shook his head in annoyance. He thought his daughter really couldn't be woken up.

What kind of woman is as lazy as Rachel? How could her husband intend to marry such a lazy and mischievous child, Rachel.

What could be the future husband and children. If her mother was as lazy as Rachel.

Taking care of herself, Rachel couldn't. Especially her future husband. Maybe her husband and child are starving. Because Rachel didn't care.

"Don't think Mommy is playing!"

"Byuur!"

The splash of water immediately splashed the bolster that Rachel had modified, resembling her.

The middle-aged woman who is often called Martha immediately frowned. He was surprised.

Why did his daughter not give any response. Even though it was cold water, which Rachel didn't like.

"Why isn't this kid awake yet?" She muttered curiously. Mama Martha looked surprised. Her mind is really bad now.

But, when she threatened Rachel. The girl was still moving her body a little. Even if only a little. But now. Why so stiff?

Rachel chuckled at her mother's astonished expression from behind her tall fortress. Like a game. The beautiful woman is aiming for her target.

Rachel laughed softly so her mother wouldn't see her whereabouts.

"Ouch... how is this? This child has no history of any disease. But, why is his body still not moving?" asked Martha's mother to herself.

With steps of fear mixed with worry. Finally she had the courage to pull the blanket over Rachel's replica body. Mama Martha wanted to see what condition her daughter was in.

Rachel who doesn't want her prank to open up first. Slowly, Rachel stepped out of hiding.

When his mother would pull the thick blanket.

Rachel's body was behind Martha's mother.

"Who are you looking for, Old Madam?" Rachel asked as she played the deep voice of the bodyguard who was always on standby by Rachel's side.

"Looking for Rach ..." Before Mama Martha could continue her reply. She realized that it was his daughter's voice. Even though his voice had been changed to that heavy.

Rachel is an idiot. No matter how heavy a female voice is imitating a deep male voice ... still, it can't exactly match a male voice.

Her head twisted. When she realized that it was his daughter's voice. However, Martha's mother wanted to reaffirm her suspicions.

And right! The voice did indeed come from his naughty daughter.

"Rachel!" screamed Mama Martha, her voice rising. Indicating that the middle-aged woman was no longer joking.

Rachel held back her laughter, while still imitating her burly and upright bodyguard.

"Sorry madam. I'm not Rachel. But, Marcho!" Rachel replied, still in her deep voice imitating her bodyguard leader.

The atmosphere in Rachel's room had started to become chaotic since the young woman was still asleep. Because Rachel is not a princess who is famous for being elegant and maintaining her pattern of behavior. She's far from all that.

Sloppy, ignorant, and lazy. That's the true picture of Rachel. The sultan's son. If you follow the current trend. The rich will become the sultan.

Neither did Rachel. She is too worthy of being called the son of the 'Sultan.'

The meaning of Sultan in Indonesia is someone who is called the richest and most respected person.

Mama Martha snorted in annoyance. She couldn't stop thinking about his daughter's behavior. And again, she became the subject of his daughter's 'Prank'. Which has been so many times.

"Stop messing around! Where's your camera?! Where, huh?" she asked. Usually Rachel puts the crazy idea on her social media account. So this time Martha should be suspicious.

Rachel who heard that immediately rolled her eyes in disgust. She rubbed his face roughly.

"Mamaaa! Stop negative thinking on me. My brother, who I always put there, never protested. Let me become a celebrity. Mama's fans will definitely increase,"

"But, this time. I forgot my camera. Gosh." Rachel patted her forehead. Her left eye glanced at her mother.

"You brat!"

Rachel immediately ran fast to avoid attacks from allies. Rachel's long black hair fell into a mess covering part of her face.

"What did I crave? How could I ever get such a naughty child. Oh my God, bless me again."

There was only one goal in Rachel's mind.

Room, Delon! Yes, her brother who just came back from America.

Without knocking. Rachel just walked in. Because their rooms are right next door. With a nightgown only an inch of thigh circle. So that made Rachel so sexy that morning.

It wasn't that Rachel had no manners. However, since childhood, Rachel has loved going in and out of Delon's room without permission.

"Bro, Delon!" shouted Rachel who was flabbergasted when she saw Delon only wrapped in a small towel around his stocky waist.