Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#15

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Finally the person who had been waiting for me since appeared. Accompanied by Mr. Ridwan, a handsome figure, a tall, burly body with the charisma of a leader appeared from behind the door of the hall.

"Let's welcome Mr. Pandega, as the new CEO of the central company.

He is one of the best graduates from Harvard University, America," said Mas Fadhlan who lined up as an impromptu MC.

They all turned their eyes towards the door. They were completely bewitched by the figure of the young man walking past them. Charming smile with dazzling dimples. While walking following Mr. Ridwan's direction, he nodded as if he was sweeping them.

Qameella raised her face as the name 'Pandega' was uttered by Fadhlan. I hope the name he heard is wrong. But if true, hope the name is not Pandega State Guard. Her long-dead ex-husband.

But, when his net saw the figure of the new CEO. Her pair of beautiful eyes behind her minus glasses were widened in shock.

"Gar-da?!" whispered slowly.

No way! Qameella shook her head uneasily.

At the same time. Qarmitha with her three female students, half ran into the IGD room of Mitra Sehat Medika clinic. Where both students get first aid.

They were quite panicked at the sight of his two male disciples, with bonyok faces almost out of shape.

"You're the guardian?" ask someone from behind Qarmitha's back suddenly.

Qarmitha twisted her body quickly.

"No!" answer's short.

Suddenly the net was strewn with the gaze of the young man in white. The reflexes of his eyes bought in shock at the presence of the figure before him.

"Re-ga?!" Qarmitha.

Huh uh?!

All the Qarmitha students looked surprised to see the teacher who had already known their doctor.

"Oh, hi... Mitha?" Rega looked doubtful.

It's been a long time since I met his High School friends. Since graduating from school, then studying in the land of people. Then start a career in his field. Quite a long time lag passed until this moment. But for this one girl he still remembered very much. Moreover, there was a trace of an unpleasant experience on the sports costumed girl. And he had not had time to make calculations with her.

Qarmitha smiled awkwardly.

After taking care of the administration, it was certainly not Qarmitha. Except the school that did it. Qarmitha left the clinic with her three students.

Due to only minor injuries, Fakhri and Rifqi were allowed to go home. The school also allows them not to continue teaching and learning activities today until completion. Of course after a long lecture from the headmaster. Both boys bangor was indeed worthy of punishment, because their deeds the good name of the school can be polluted.

As a result, Rifqi and Fakhri scored for one week for self-instrospection. Also promise not to repeat the same deed the next day.

"Mom, how can you know the same doctor L handsome?" nia asked curiously on her way back to school.

"Name is not L. But, Rega," said Qarmitha to recite Nia's words.

"Oh, yes. How could that be?" insist Nia.

While Sari and Nailam nodded enthusiastically, wanting to hear their gym teacher's explanation.

"Can you, why not?" answer Qarmitha cuek.

"Where do you know?" this time it was Sari who opened the sound.

"First, when our High School was one school. Well, be advised that the mother is a popular student so many know the mother," Qarmitha seemed very proud of her. Although not familiar with Rega, at least have known.

"What the hell, Mom?" Nailam follow kepo.

"Let's say gini-gini, the mother was a school basketball athlete, you know" Qarmitha grinned with pride.

When he arrived at the school, Qarmitha and his three students immediately separated.

"Well, it's too late" he murmured after glancing at his watch. Then drive the bike at high speed.

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Qameella was no longer able to control herself which began to lose control. After seeing that face, his head suddenly felt dizzy. And his body was dazed, lost balance. When forced to stay until the end. He was worried about collapsing. Of course it makes him embarrassed and lost face in front of all other employees.

Therefore, without excuse he took his steps away. It was swept past the rows of human fences that had already filled most of the hall. Not caring about the probing gazes of the people he had passed by. He kept walking backwards.

Dita and Arien looked astonished at Qameella's strange demeanor. The two did not have time to ask just asking, 'what is it?' The girl had left so suddenly left the place. No excuses, no word.

Dita's heart wants to go after Qameella. But with the condition of the middle of two bodies, it felt impossible for him to break out. While Arien, choose not to interfere too much in the personal affairs of others. Even though he had been in touch for a long time in the same workspace. It turned out that he was not very familiar with Qameella. It feels awkward when suddenly it looks more caring than usual.

It was hard for Qameella to breathe after making it out of the hall. He leaned his back roughly against the wall, then stuck his head slightly up. His breath was heavy and felt tight. Occasionally his chest was hit by himself in order to reduce his tightness. But in reality it does not diminish one bit.

With a gontai step Qameella dragged her foot into the toilet of the woman on the floor. Turn on the water tap in the sink. Take off the minus glasses that perch comfortably at the base of his nose. Put the glasses on the left side of the sink.

Slightly bowed with both hands looking up under the rushing water. Then wash it on his rough face. Repeatedly up to several times. No matter what his breath was after.

Then Qameella fell silent with a face bowed deeply. His pair of dark netra was fixed on the bone-white sink below. Both of his hands were each tightly gripping the edge of his edge.

The water freely slid off the tip of Qameella's wet nose and face. He deliberately hasn't wiped it with anything. Hoping for the brain to decay with a water circle. But in vain, for it has no effect whatsoever. Especially his heart and mind.

I don't know what's happening to him now. He really doesn't know. He was just trying to strengthen his own heart. Convinced that the young man was not the Guard. The Guard has long since died. A dead person cannot live again, after years of being buried.

Without feeling his tears dripping can not be dammed anymore. In his heart, he had an urge to visit the Garda tomb which he had not visited for a long time because he was busy working. To prove that her husband's grave was still intact. But just remembering the face of the man was exactly the same as the Guard. It really made his brain want to explode right then and there.

Between doubt and curiosity. Qameella dragged her heavy steps closer to eating her husband. Both of his hands were clenching a bouquet of white Lily flowers. It looks like it is squeezing and trying to destroy it.

The space within his two chest cavities sounded clanging, the uncertain tempo making the girl uneasy. Suddenly stunned to see a mound of land that has been neatly arranged with ceramic tiles around it.

His tears instantly flowed, flooding his cheeks as his dark netra was straight on the Guard's tombstone. But his heart felt ambiguous. He hugged her tightly. Then straighten his body. Put the flowers he brought on top of the navel.

"Garda, dear.." his wiggly finger swept across the surface of the black stone headstone with a scraping of gold ink, writing the Garda's name.

After reading the prayer, Qameella poured out her heart to her husband. The girl sat on the edge of the meal that was already on the ceramic.

"I'm glad you're in peace there. Free from the messiness of mortal world affairs. Unlike me who at all times struggled through the bitter and sweetness of life. Without you by my side, it makes me completely alone and lonely. Sometimes I think about ending my life to be with you. But you always come in my dreams. Makes me always feel your invisible presence on my side."

"Honey, I miss, miss you so much" Qameella suddenly remembered the man in the hall. And I don't know why his heart beat so fast.

Qameella smiled bitterly staring at the tombstone. I unkindly said,

"Darling, today I met someone. The face of that person is exactly like your face. Honestly, I was surprised and thought he was you. You don't have to be jealous, honey. Because of love and my heart can't turn away any more than you" she smiled. Then landed his head on the tombstone while his fingers continued to gently stroke.

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Qarmitha looks beautiful in a beautiful dress given Dicky. But a little careless for her to wear a dress with a low chest model like this. In addition he felt a bit strange to himself who always appear tomboyish, now must look feminine. What can be done, she must look beautiful and graceful when accompanying the prospective husband.

"You're so pretty tonight, Beb," praised Dicky.

"It's just tonight, right? So, who am I so ugly yesterday?" the Qarmitha test mentally tested that handsome guy.

"Beautiful dong. Because tonight you wear a gown that I give you so much more special" Dicky said honestly.

"So, is that pretty because of her dress? his me? or because of the gift?" Qarmitha looked serious. Seems annoyed at Dicky's answer.

"Well, I'm wrong to say the richness," he murmured regretfully, scratching his non-itchy nape. Intention to praise and seduce the boyfriend, even stuck in his own speech.

Qarmitha's face looked pouted with her lips deliberately puckered forward. Both of his hands were folded in front of his chest while throwing his face to the side.

Dicky grunts fretfully. If it is like this, then he must be extra hard melt the heart of Qameella who is fairly easy.

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