Twin Love Persons

Elo Who????

Today is monday. As usual, all students marched in the middle of the field to attend the flag ceremony which is always held every Monday morning. They all lined up neatly based on their respective classes and majors. Same with Qameella and Qarmitha. But the two are in different ranks, indeed they come from different classes and majors.

The national anthem of ‘Indonesia Raya’ was accompanied by the raising of the flag by the pakibraka officer. The disciples and the teacher council saluted, after the previous leader of the ceremony gave command.

After the headmaster gave a speech in the form of advice to all students, the ceremony ended. The leader of the ceremony directly commanded and disbanded the line. All students return to their classes.

This morning the activities in the Qameella class began with a discussion of History lessons. Students are formed into groups. In one group, it consists of six people. Each member has a different task. One became a muderator, a notary, and four panelists.

Incidentally the one who had the opportunity to present the task was the Rega group. All the students in the class seemed enthusiastic about what one of the group members presented. They also note the important points that will be used as question material for the question and answer session at the end of the discussion.

Qameella, who was sitting in a corner seat close to the window, was glued to look at Rega. He listened to each one presented by each member of the group. But he was deep in his own thoughts. Apparently the events of the night last week suddenly came to disturb the concentration of his learning.

In his heart Qameella wanted to ask Rega about it. But he was confused where to ask. Because from the beginning met before the flag ceremony earlier, Rega's attitude was flat as if nothing had happened between them. The girl was also worried.

Maybe Rega forgot about the incident. Think Qameella.

*

Inside the Guard class looked extremely rowdy. Yes, the class is always the most famous and the class is difficult to manage. Not infrequently the teachers who teach are reluctant to enter because of the situation. Classes that are ranked the most bontot, always make the teacher glare. How not? When teachers are busy explaining the material, they are busy with their respective activities. It's like no teacher is teaching. Some of them preen, chat, joke, and even sleep in class. Just make people high blood!

Ryan placed a brown envelope roughly on the Guard's desk.

"Bro, this is what you asked for yesterday" he added.

The guard immediately opened and took out its contents. Her lips curled up her distinctive smile.

"Oh, so he's at school with Rega."

"Yes. According to my informant, the girl is a neighbor as the girl Dimas tuh."

"OKAY. Let's go home to school I'll meet him..."

Ryan just nodded his head.

"Honey, I'll be back at school" Fiola said, standing up and leaning his hand on the shoulder of the spoiled Guard.

"Honey, honey, you want to say honey." said Garda furious. That beautiful girl always approached the Guard if she wanted to. But there is no bond with each other. The two can be close because of the symbiotic relationship mutualism. "origin elo know yes, I am not a lo guy or motorcycle taxi driver lo. Because from today I'm just focusing on one girl."

"Who?" fiola asked for an explanation while frowning. He was not happy to hear the Guard's statement.

"It's none of your business!" The guard stood up, then moved out of the classroom.

"Heh, Kileng...nya the Guard again close to the girl who? One class or one school with us?" telisik Fiola pointed at Ryan with questions that were endless.

"Ehhh.. if about that. mending elo ask directly the boss directly. You see, I don't want to be mistaken especially to be silent because of meddling personal problems." kilah Ryan then chose to leave the girl.

"Damn the Kileng, do not want to be invited to compromise apparently. Watch out later." muttered Fiola.

*

Qameella secretly tried to get close to Rega by following wherever he went. He was just curious about the guy who had sworn his wedding vows with him. Even though it has physical similarities that reach 99%. But there was something strange about the man's attitude. That's true. The calm, reserved Rega, who spoke as necessary. While the guy is noisy, talkative and very active, ah. maybe not only active, but he is hyperactive.

"Why did you follow me from earlier?" rega reprimands when he realizes Qameella has been following him since.

I could be found out! it's in the heart.

"Sori, you-maybe just a coincidence." said the origin while pushing his glasses minus. Her net roamed around looking for a suitable place for her to look for an excuse.

"Continue?" Rega raised his eyebrows. "but elo..."

"Sori..." Qameella accidentally cuts off Rega's "gue kebelet. Well, I'm kebelet." he continued quickly still stunned. His right hand pointed towards the bathroom behind Rega.

Rega turned to follow Qameella's index finger.

Qameella rushed into the bathroom. Rega only looked at the girl's movements in silence. Shrug your shoulders and then leave.

You weird chick! Hardik inner Rega.

Qameella leaned her back behind the bathroom door. Then put his palm over his chest. Something's ringing in there. Pounding and pounding erratically like running a marathon.

"Jeez Meella... Why are you so stupid? That's until the ketangkep wet, ah, elo emang not smart at all." hardiknya on yourself. After that, I was tired.

*

The ringing sound of the bell coming home broke the silence of the afternoon. Replaced with low boisterous voices chirping and clattering footsteps of the students who had rhymed leaving their respective classes.

As usual, Qameella will be coming home with Dance. He's going home on a meticulous motorcycle with his friend and neighbor. While Qarmitha will go home with Sarah, Amel, and the three of them will ride in Yasmin's car. Because the meticulous motorcycle used by the twins Qameella and Qarmitha is still used by their parents when they went to their grandmother's house the other day.

At home there is only one motorbike so must be willing to change. While the car is indeed their parents have no plans to buy a car. Especially if it is not a family economic problem that is still not possible to buy a car. Even if it was just a car.

Both Qameella and Qarmitha's parents did not come from wealthy families. They come from a simple family. They set up a simple restaurant business out of their savings since the twins Qameella and Qarmitha were babies. At that time, their father was a victim of PHK.

Vehicles passed by and crowded around the highway in front of the school. Because this time coincides with the school's pouring hour, the traffic flow is getting denser. Moreover, many vehicles both two wheels and four wheels that take turns leaving the parking area.

Qameella waited for Tari to come out of the school parking lot in front of the gate. He was not alone because there were many students waiting for an invitation or even waiting for the angkot to pass by.

Not long after, Yasmin's car slid slowly leaving the parking area. In there is Amel, Sarah also Qarmitha of course. Qameella who saw them was silent from a distance. She has no interest in joining her twin sister friends who she thinks are very noisy.

Qameella grunted softly. Then take off his minus glasses, put them in his backpack. The reason would be troublesome if he uses a helmet later. Of course the helmet had Dance because of the plan she would go home with him.

A very familiar ninja motor in Qameella's eyes stopped right in front of her. The jacket and helmet used by the guy was no stranger to his eyes. But he couldn't recognize who he had. The girl just stared at him.

"Hey, let's get on!" exclaimed the man after opening the helmet glass that had covered his entire face, without turning off the motorbike.

Rega! the whisper of the day Qameella recognized the face hiding behind the full face helmet.

Suddenly Qameella's eyes were diverted when she saw a silver sedan car stop not far from where it stood. After that, it looks like Rega got into the car. His eyes were wide with perfect shock.

"Meel, why are you so dumb?" the scolding of the man she had originally considered Rega stunned her from daydreams.

Huh!? I-it's Rega... keep this guy..... Who????

Qameella moved her head stiffly. Now the net is beribirobok with the netra guy in front of him.

"Je-je-so? Elo...???"