Twin Love Persons

KCK_12#17

Happy reading yes…

*********************

"Bye..."

"Garda!"

"Bye..."

"Revelation!"

Suddenly there was the sound of the squeaking tires rubbing against the asphalt, followed by the sound of a loud impact vehicle hit the motorcycle Guard at that time. It ended up hitting the asphalt and Qameella and Garda bounced away from each other.

"Awas, Garda!.." cried Qameella immediately jumped on his bed. Apparently he had just woken up from his dream. Dream of an accident that has taken the Guard from his side.

His heart beats very quickly carried away a tense atmosphere in a dream. He rubbed his face slowly. Removing the sweat that was pouring on his forehead. Then wept bitterly to release his sorrow and longing for the Guard.

After wiping away the tears that kept raining from her eyes, Qameella grabbed a photo of the Guard beside her pillow. Hugged tightly while occasionally being snorted.

"Garda.. hiks hyks. Why did you leave so soon? We promised to live together forever. But why are you living here by myself? Suffering alone, bear endless longings," he said softly and bitterly.

Dreettz...

Suddenly the phone that Qameella had placed on the nightstand before going to bed shook. He usually turns off his phone before going to bed. But tonight he forgot. Because before going to bed, he had a chat with Arien, Dita and Fadhlan related to office duties that have not been completed entirely.

The sound of the vibration of his cellphone that is accustomed to being silent by him, continues to vibrate to ask for answers. Finally he took his phone, while the photo Garda put back to its original position.

Qameella was a bit surprised to see the name on the screen. It's not usual for people across the street to contact him at these hours. Lately, the two have rarely communicated.

"La," Qameella had not yet opened her voice, the person on the other end of the phone had already started the conversation.

"Elo.. has it gone to sleep?" Qarmitha is too stale. How can a sleeping person answer a phone like this?

"Udah, but woke up from a nightmare" said Qameella after a long silence. Bending both knees, and putting one of his free elbows on top of it, then restoring his messy, uncluttered hair back.

"Nightmare?" the word across there repeats.

Qameella only muttered in response.

"Elo still dreams of that accident?" Qarmitha knew that Qameella often dreamed of the accident. Maybe that's what traumatized him from riding a motorcycle. Even when piggybacked, he will always be agitated with a paled face.

"Udah is not very often. Just sometimes," he answered honestly.

"Thank God," said the girl across there relieved with her soft voice.

Suddenly both were silent. No one wants to talk anymore.

In two different places and far apart, yet the exact same position sits on the bed. A pair of twin girls rested their backs on the head of the bed. Then bend both knees, propped chin on top of it.

"Say Mama, you want to get married?" Qameella started the conversation asking for clarification.

"Yes. The plan is so," said Qarmitha honestly. I don't know why the girl was suddenly worried. "but..."

"Why?" qameella felt sensitive to what her twin sister was feeling there.

"Don't know. I'm just trying to figure out how I feel about him."

"meaning?" Qameella suddenly felt intrigued to find out what happened to Qarmitha, which she did very rarely.

Instead of wanting to know Qameella's attitude even like an investigator intrograting suspected criminals. This can feel Qarmitha as a form of attention of a sibling. Of course the attention that was hardly ever shown to him.

"Today I went with him. But, when we met his office mates, I started to feel something strange in my heart" he told his older brother a few minutes from him.

"Friends of guys you girls?" ask Qameella to make sure.

"Hmm," muttered Qarmitha nodding softly.

"So you're jealous of that chick?" a guess that Qarmitha did not deny. But the point of the problem this time is not just jealousy. But there are other things that cannot be clearly explained to others.

"It's not that simple, La... There are other things that make me have to rethink. Keling said, I have to think carefully if you want to be serious with Dicky."

"Keling? Ryan Rivet?" Qameella immediately remembered the figure that had colored in the history of her teenage years.

"Yes." Yeah."

Qameella. Back, those memories re-spinned in his memory.

"Thank you. Say hello to him too if you meet again with the same person," replied Qameella.

They talked long over the phone. Before he ended his call, Qameella said,

"Kalo elo doubt, you'd better cancel. I don't want money behind the day. Especially until elo suffers inner birth."

Qarmitha could neither refuse nor accept Qameella's advice. Only a thank you can be said, as an expression of gratitude to her twin sister for listening to her grievances.

*

After a phone conversation that night, no more communication took place between the twin sisters, Qameella and Qarmitha. Both are busy with their activities. But secretly Qarmitha kept his own taste. Without anyone knowing.

On the second night Dicky's parents come to Gusti's house to propose to Qarmitha. Qameella remained immersed in her seemingly endless office work. A phone call that could barely stop ringing, stirring up Qameella's bustle from day to night before Dicky's family's arrival, was simply ignored. Gusti, Maryam also Qarmitha desperate and could not present Qameella in the historic event Qarmitha.

That night, the doubts that always haunted Qarmitha suddenly disappeared. After seeing Dicky's sincerity by bringing his core family. The handsome man showed his sincerity, proposing to Qarmitha in front of Maryam and Gusti.

Dicky pinned a small diamond-encrusted gold ring on Qarmitha's ring finger. After receiving Dicky's proposal. Everyone in the room was happy to see the romantic moment.

Eleven o'clock in the evening Qameella arrived at her rented house. A tenement house that is worthy enough to be left alone.

His body felt tired and tired after a day of work I took care of the project he was handling with his division colleagues. It seems like a hot bath is better. Her thought.

Because in this rented house there is no hot water facility. Then inevitably Qameella has to cook water first.

After taking a shower, Qameella laid her body on the bed while checking her phone. There were a lot of missed calls and short layover messages on his phone. Just read it without wanting to reply. After that, put it back on the nightstand.

As per the promise Qameella made a few days ago. On the weekend, he returned home. There was no strange or exaggerated thought. He just thought of going home to fulfill his promise to Maryam.

But upon arriving home, Suddenly Gusti showed his coldness by not welcoming his arrival at all. I don't know what sins Qameella has committed this time. The man seemed reluctant even just to say hello. Thankfully, there was Maryam who cared about him. Hugged her warm and asked for news.

At half-eight in the evening, after dinner. Gusti deliberately asked all his family members to gather in the family room. Without informing in advance the topic of conversation that will be discussed.

"La, we'll sleep together, yeah, we haven't lived in the house in a long time. And I also miss wanting to share the same rich stories first," pinta Qarmitha when he was about to sit on the long sofa with Maryam.

Qameella only nodded her head with a small smile in response. Then sit on a single sofa face to face with Gusti. The two are separated by a rectangular glass table.

When Gusti spoke, no one spoke. They occupy the position of being good listeners as well as listeners.

"Dad deliberately gathered you all tonight. Because there are some things I want to tell you all," he said, looking very authoritative.

"The first, of course, is about Thatha who was just proposed by Dicky. And Dad was very happy," Gusti showed a smile as he turned his eyes to Qarmitha.

"Thank you, Dad," Qarmitha was so grateful her proposal went well.

"But... Father was disappointed with Lala," suddenly the man turned his gaze on Qameella. His gaze was cold and sharpened. "because at the time of the application event, there was nothing because he wanted to go home. Even when the phone was not picked up," he continued with a luminary of disappointment in his heart.

Qameella simply lowered her gaze, silent in silence while squeezing her own fingers over her lap. Not a single word slid from his sultry lips. He just showed his calm demeanor like there was no burden. But it was not the same as what was happening in his heart. Of course no one knows what happened to him. Only he and God know and can feel and understand themselves.

"Dad..," Maryam tried to cool Gusti's recently explosive heart. He gently touched Gusti's arm which was placed on the chair's hand. And stroking it full of softness. "Dad please excuse Lala. Maybe Lala was too busy working in the office. I couldn't answer our phone."

"Is it so busy you don't have time to pick up the phone?" Gusti jerking rough hand Maryam. The man was heavily injured with Qameella's cold demeanor.

Now Qameella knows behind Gusti's cold attitude save a lot of disappointment in him. But the man forgot that the one who was most hurt and tormented by his arrogance was Qameella. And he seemed to close his eyes to the suffering that had been borne by Qameella. Suffering that had been a great success overturned Qameella's life. It's hard to be someone strong. In reality, though, it is very fragile.

Qameella stood up and Gusti, Maryam and Qarmitha were shocked. Directly focus their attention on him.

"Dad, sorry," he said flat and stiff. "Lala has never been able to make you proud. No matter how much Lala tries to please Dad. Still Lala can't make Dad's heart satisfied."

Gusti frowned. Then throw his face to the side reluctant to see the face of one of his daughters.

"Lala really doesn't know what makes you happy. Because in reality only Thatha can make you happy and satisfied," a pair of eyes that always framed minus glasses began to heat up, red and wet.

Gusti looked back at Qameella. Looking at the face of the princess who always suffered because of her actions. Honey, he never wanted to admit let alone be considered wrong for his actions so far.

"Maybe, if Lala wasn't around, Dad would be happier. Therefore, Lala said goodbye," he concluded immediately turned his body about to leave.

Honestly Gusti was very tangled with the words of Qameella. How evil he was to his own daughter. Until the girl wants to go away for the sake of pleasing her heart.

**

Sorry the story got here first...

The story in the next episode. Discover the surprises in future episodes. Before switching do not forget to leave a trace first in the form of likes, votes, gifts and comments yes...

See you's...