"Lilia, come here. I have a good news!" my brother Leo shouted as he enter my room. He's my brother, 17 years old while me? I'm 15. He's a masculine good-looking guy, of course he's my brother, duh!
"What is it?" I jumped out of my bed as curiosity hits me.
"Dada will not be home for 3 days!!" I was shocked and happy on what he said. That's weird, right? But when our Dada's not home it means...
"We can go out!" we both shouted excitedly. Yeap, our father don't let us easily go out. We really don't have much freedom whenever he's around because he kept in our mind that we're not made to interact with lowlife people—the poor. Ah. I hate him, so boastful.