Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#10

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“Iya, Bi..,”

“Bi..”

“Bi,”

“Bi.”

The familiar voice continued to buzz in Qameella's ears to enter the dreamland.

“Garda!”

Qameella jumped to her feet, waking from her deep sleep. Then rubbed his face rough while beristighfar, after realizing what he saw was just a dream. Then leaned his shoulders on the head of the bed, sighing heavily.

A moment of silence and dissolve in his own mind. Unknowingly her tears just flowed from her eyes. His heart ached at times to remember the Guard, as well as the accident that separated them forever. Everything still feels fresh in my memory. It was like just yesterday she met and married that young man of responsibility. But in reality, five years have passed.

I don't know how long Qameella will survive in these pseudo-memories. His love is too big and strong for the Guard. Until the world that should be cheerful and colorful, left it feels empty and silent without the presence of someone at his side.

Even though Qameella always hid her beauty behind her minus glasses. That doesn't mean that no one is interested in him. In fact some of his college friends tried to approach him. But unfortunately, a thousand dear ones, none of them were able to shake the girl's heart. It was as if his heart's eyes were blind and his mind was numb. Do not hesitate to refuse if there are other men who try to get close.

Qameella's heart was petrified. Never minding Gusti and Maryam's advice, often persuading him not to live alone anymore and to forget the Guard. Because it was natural that Qameella could live a normal life like a girl her age.

At the age of Qameella who is now quite married, Gusti really hopes he can get married as much as possible. Even the man wasn't just holding hands. Many times he betrothed Qameella to his friend's son. And so is Maryam.

They thought that introducing Qameella to the young men could create a much-anticipated relationship. Because they were worried that Qameella would live forever to be a spinster. Oh, sorry errata! Widow for life. While Qarmitha's relationship with her boyfriend has been very serious, she is about to move on to the next level. And Gusti really hopes that his two twin daughters can marry together.

Again, Qameella's heart was too hard to melt. Not following his parents' request to get married. The girl instead chose to leave the house, living alone in a rented house close to her workplace. And will go home when asked to go home by Gusti or Maryam.

Qameella did not intend to be a child of disobedience to her parents. He just wants to be safe. Seeking peace by avoiding quarrels. Because Gusti will always rise in blood when faced with stubborn Qameella. Of course, it will have an adverse impact on the health of Gusti who is currently less stable.

And the girl realized the source of the instability of Gusti's health condition was herself. Because his attitude will be silent petrified when advised. Without saying yes or no. It really makes Gusti sometimes inflamed. Very different from Qarmitha who always talk a lot. If you like it will reveal his heart. It will also issue a long pretext if he does not agree.

Two o'clock in the early hours of forty minutes. Still mala. Qameella's inner whisper as she glanced at the small clock above her bedside nightstand.

The sky was still dark; it was still far from morning. Qameella was unable to fall back to sleep after waking up from her dream. He also can not do other activities on a flat blind morning like this. Except to do SLI. namely Divine Direct Connection by performing tahajjud prayer.

Before getting out of bed. Qameella took the time to greet the smiling Guard in the photo.

"Good morning" he grabbed the photo on the side where he lay. This activity is often done every waking up, and never alpha.

"How are you, baby over there?" ask him on the thing in his hand. "may you be happy there. Wait for me until that time comes. When we are reunited," he continued expectantly.

After finishing the monologue in front of the Guard photo figura, Qameella moved to enter the bathroom. Take a shower, and take ablution.

Get out of the bathroom, dressed. Hold the prayer mat facing the Qibla. Wearing mukena directly perform tahajjud prayer with solemnity. After saying the greeting Qameella recited for a while, then offered a prayer for himself as well as the safety and health of his family. Not to be left behind for the Guard to be forgiven from God, and to be given the leniency of the grave.

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In a large and spacious room. With the dim light coming from the lamp sleeping on the bedside nightstand. It appeared to lie a handsome young man behind his thick blanket, on his luxurious king-size mattress. He looked calm in his sleeping flower crib.

The beauty of the dreamland that he dives in, leads into and drifted into the subconscious. The young man felt that he was in a wilderness somewhere. Maybe in the middle of nowhere like a story in a children's fairy tale.

In the forest that is overgrown with various types of wild trees and plants. The bright sunlight could not penetrate the dense trees as well towering and large. Only through the small gaps between the leaves that are not too dense does the light appear to be visible.

The young man alone along the terrain which is not too difficult, but it is not also said to be easy without a definite direction and purpose. Even if it was only in dreamland he could not figure out what was going to happen here.

There is no human activity other than himself here. Only the sound of birds singing melodiously broke the silence. Forest insects also joined the vote to show its existence.

"Gar.." suddenly there was a voice of a woman as if calling out to him out of nowhere. His voice sounded loud and shrill to produce a rebound in the air. "Gar! Gar's! Gar!"

Who her? Why does that guy know his name? Of course, the young man did not know the answer.

Hurriedly he moved to search through the thickets of the bush and the bush to find the source of the sound that was somewhere. He just follows his instincts.

"Garda.., Gardaa, Gardaa, Gardaa," the voice again called him more complete, accompanied by a rebound echoing in the air.

Long walks that are sometimes accelerated and not infrequently slowed because his feet are tired of stepping. Finally he arrived at a collection of clear greenish-blue water. A breeze blew against his pure white face.

Throughout his eyes looked at only the verdant trees framing the clear and calm lake in front of him. Sunlight can now feel warm touching the surface of his smooth skin. A faint smile was engraved on his lips while closing his eyes. Inhaling deeply the air that felt extremely fresh as both of his hands stretched low.

"Ah...how peaceful is this place?" he still enjoyed. He seemed to have forgotten his original purpose. Perhaps the cloud no longer caught that voice anymore.

"Garda," the voice came back, this time feeling closer.

The young man opened his eyes wide. Directly berhirobok with a beautiful female figure, standing six meters from where he stood. His hair was long and black. She could not clearly recognize who the girl was because part of her face was covered by hair that was being blown away. And the girl didn't try to get rid of him, just leave him like that. And the girl smiled very beautifully.

"Bi?"

I don't know why he called it that way. He knew that the girl was not Bianca. Which he often called 'Bi'. Surprisingly, his inner self with the inner girl felt very tightly bound. Yet he

That young man is the Guard. He managed to survive death. But due to amnesia, he forgot about his past. Including the girl. He really can't remember anymore. He loved her very much, promising to be together until death do us part. Yes, that girl was Qameella, his little wife back then. Soul mates.

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