Twin Love Persons

KCK_12#13

Hi the readers. Sorry still can not be crazy up ya. And the author also does not have a stock story, so it can only be updated if the story is really finished author wrote yes. Hope all readers understand.

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Qarmitha had left to teach after helping wash dishes from breakfast this morning, now the girl was focusing on her students who were in sports uniforms. They are all doing activities in sports lessons in the multipurpose field of the school. Coincidentally today's schedule for grade IX - 7.

The whistle that always hung on Qarmitha's neck occasionally sounded shrill. With a hand gesture and a whistle he gave the code for every instruction his disciples had to make.

Suddenly there were two male students involved in a fistfight on the sidelines. The female disciples just shouted hysterically watching the incident.

Sontak Qarmitha who was focusing on the students in the middle of the field, immediately ran away and injured the two students. But separating a pair of boys who are fighting is not as easy as turning the pages of a book. Even if they are underage, they are still men who have strength. It takes a lot of energy to do it. With the help of another student, the teacher

that beautiful sport managed to break them. Also herding them to the BP teacher.

The two boys were named Fakhri and Rifki. Standing with their faces bowed deeply, without a sound in front of the handsome BP teacher, they often greeted Mr. Nas. Sometimes they often shorten it to PaNas.

Qarmitha was also there to investigate what exactly happened to them. Until it breaks the hours of new sports lessons half way through. As a result, he asked the class president for help to instruct the students to enter the class. And perform tasks that are also entrusted to the class leader.

Mr. Nas who has the full name Nasruddin, S.Psi. Twenty-nine years old and single. Putting on her cold face while looking intently at Fakhri and Rifki. The two boys were indeed quite a subscription to enter the BP room with different cases.

“Among the two of you, who wants to explain the real incident to Mr?” todong Pak Nas without further ado. The look in his eyes was sharp and cold to the point of making the two male disciples goosebumps in fear.

Qarmitha folded her hands in front of her chest. Observing the deathly pale faces of the two students.

Neither Rifki nor Fakhri would open their mouths. They were just elbowing each other, as if they were throwing responsibility at each other.

Seeing the long silence from Rifki and Fakhri made BP's teacher a stir. Inwardly eager to snap the heads of the two brats before him. Thank goodness it is just an intention in the heart. Otherwise, he would have done more than that.

Brakk!!

Mr. Nas kicked down his desk as fast as he could. Really make the heart sport.

Spontaneous Rifki and Fakri tiptoed in shock. Their heart beats faster than usual. Their reflexes touched each chest to neutralize the heartbeat that was still running fast.

Also Qarmitha who was no less shocked. Maybe if there were no students, the girl would have beaten up the jerk. But now it's different. Must maintain an attitude and authority in front of them. While maintaining the image of Pak Nas as the most respected BP teacher in this school.

Patience, Tha.entar if the same business of these two boys is finished, you just make the same calculation as this fucking guy. Because I was shocked to death. Inner Qarmitha was holding a grudge while wiping her own chest.

“No one wants to answer?” ask Mr. Nas.

“I-it was sir, Rifki first who attacked me, Sir,” said Fakhri stuttered while pointing at Rifki next to him.

“Enak aja lo, Ri,” argued Rifki did not accept blame. One elbow raised to dismiss Fakhri's accusation. “accuse me. Elo tuh the wrong first,” he continued pointing back.

“Dih, what am I wrong? It is clear that the wrong elo accused me,” Fakhri denied defending his argument.

Suddenly Rifki gets angry then pulls the neck collar of Fakhri's sports shirt. Until the body of the teenager filled and white was also interested in approaching his interlocutor. Now the two faces of same-sex teenagers are facing each other with a very close distance. Rifki's free hand was clenched in front of Fakhri's face, ready to launch a raw bogem into his friend's chubby face.

“Bags lo, Ri!” snapped Rifki pissed.

“Pak! Sir! Help me, Sir!” fakhri asked for help. Both of his hands were raised into the air forming a Hi five.

Mr. Nas and Qarmitha immediately moved quickly to leave their respective places. Before Rifki's fist floated up against Fakhri's face the two teachers hurriedly broke the pair of rancid boys.

“Elo jerk has already married me,” accuse Rifki fierce.

“Elo misunderstood, Ki. I never nikung lo,” said Fakhri defend himself.

“Many bacots lo!” Rifki raised her fists into the air almost about Fakhri's face. But Rifki's fist was thwarted, and ended up in the hands of Mr. Nas's big hand.

Qarmitha pulls Fakhri's body strong in order to escape from Rifki's clutches.

“What the fuck are you, Rifki? You want to be a hero?” spray Pak Nas garang.

“Ng... ng... no, sir,” kilah Rifki is intrigued by excessive fear.

“Then, why did you play just hit? What do you think your friend is samsak, can you hit as good as your jidat?”

“Bu... That's not it, sir,” the boy's tall and slender eyes look flushed holding back tears.

“Keep what?”

Fakhri appears shrunken hiding behind the back of his gym teacher. With a pair of slightly narrowed eyes peeked behind the teacher's back.

“He's the one who made it to me, sir. He's a brash niceties my gebetan girl, sir,” said Rifki explained.

“No, no, sir. Rifki. I never married her..”.

Rifki and Fakhri throw accusations at each other. No one wants to be blamed.

“Shut!” snapped Mr. Nas with his baritone voice.

The two boys shrieked and fell silent. No one dared to open their voices.

Mr. Nas has lost his patience. Forced to choose another way to finish the fight Rifki and Fakhri. He punished them both. That is, cleaning all the bathrooms in the school. Of course, work it out peacefully. There is no commotion or fights if you do not want the punishment to get heavier.

After the break bell rang, Qarmitha left along with the passing of his two disciples who were secretly still arguing.

“You're not staying here much longer, Tha?” asked Mr. Nas when Qarmitha was ready to swing away from his room.

Qarmitha turned his head past his shoulder. His eyebrows were crinkling as if he was thinking.

“So, thank you,” he said briefly do not want to mince words. Then turn his gaze forward and continue his steps.

In his heart, Mr. Nas was disappointed to get a firm rejection from Qarmitha. But he can understand it. Moreover, the news has spread that the girl will soon marry someone else. Of course he would keep his distance from her. In addition, he was to avoid other people's material when he saw they were alone in one closed room. Also not to be impressed is giving hope but false. Maybe this is the fruit of his love that was rejected by the girl some time ago. The reason was obvious, the girl had a boyfriend.

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After the fight between Dita and Arien this morning. The planning division room that Qameella occupied felt quiet, calm and peaceful. In accordance with the wishes of Qameella who really did not like the noise.

But it seems strange that behind this calm condition stored tension. It is like a time bomb that explodes at any moment. It was certainly not what Qameella wanted.

Even though the two women who have been close friends have been advised many times by Qameella to be able to make peace. They stick to their own principles. It turns out that reconciling conflicting adults is harder with young children of Kindergarten age.

“Arien, Meella, Dita,” exclaimed a thin mustachioed man, enter the room.

The women whose names had been called immediately raised their faces in search of the source of the voice.

“Iya, Mas,” sahut Arien fast.

“What's up, Mas Fadhlan?” this time, Dita's voice asked.

“Today our office has the arrival of a great guest,” replied a man named Fadhlan Mahendra, chairman of the planning division.

Qameella and Dita exchanged looks.

“Great guest?” they both say almost simultaneously.

“Don't just say, Mas. What kind of guest? By the way directly do not use guessing everything,” pinta Arien impatient. It seemed that his frustration that had reigned in his heart had been sidetracked by the news that Fadhlan had brought.

Fadhlan gave a smile looking at the curious expressions of the women. There was a little relief in his heart seeing those who seemed to get along. I don't know how their hearts are going. Because this morning he had received reports of a fight in his division.

“OK. Today we have the son of the owner of this company. He said he would be the new CEO replacing the big boss,”.

“Oh, so we have a new CEO here?” tanya Dita curious. “still young no, Mas?” half a whisper.

“Hus! You are, the stomach has soared that you still want to flirt,” as well as Fadhlan with a rather serious look.

“Ah, Mas Fadhlan is not fun. Time Just ask it doang said flirtatious anyway?” dita protests while pursing her lips.

Fadhlan was just as open as he had no intention of answering the pregnant woman's prank question.

“So, we have a new CEO, Mas? Then our old CEO will retire?” this time the one who asked was Qameella.

“For that matter... I don't know yet clearly, Meel,” the answer is hesitant.

Qameella nodded her head in understanding.

“Kanya anyway, there is no new formation in this branch office for the position of CEO. Because Mr. Ridwan's performance is quite good. And still deserve to be the leader here.”

Qameella, Dita and Arien nodded in agreement. Because the performance of Mr. Ridwan during his time as CEO in this branch office is fairly good. Employees are comfortable under their leadership.

"Yes, later you all get ready yes come with me to welcome the arrival of the subsidiary owner. Whether you want to be CEO here or not, that's their business. Okay?"

"Ready, Mas," they said compactly.

Then they continued their respective work while waiting for further instructions from their superiors.

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