Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#18

Hi readers. I'm so sorry the author update is late. Because there are things that are beyond the author's expectations that prevent the author from completing this story.

So, happy reading yes…

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"Dad," Maryam wanted to protest. But when he saw Qameella move away, the woman hurriedly moved from her seat. "Walla..."

"La, where are you going? This is our home, your home as well" Qarmitha soon moved on and endured the departure of her twin sister.

"Yes, Son. Lala can't go. Mama's been hard at work persuading Lala to come home. Now just a little stay at home, time already want to go again?" persuade Maryam her voice sounded trembling. The woman walked over and stood in front of the daughter she missed so much. His eyes were already aging looking wet with tears.

"Mama still miss Lala," he continued.

Speechless qameella. Maryam and Qarmitha alternated.

"Please don't take the heart of Dad's words. Lala knows what Dad is. Stiff, selfish and a bit authoritarian and dictatorial, too" Maryam lowered her voice at the last sentence of her speech so that the person in question would not get angry.

"Yes, La," said Qarmitha, nodding his head.

Qameella gave a small smile welcoming the hospitality of the two people she had almost forgotten. Yes, he had almost forgotten that he was a member of the family. Since deciding to live alone away from family. He always felt alone and alone. Just remembering who the dead were. Ignoring those who are alive. What an irony!

Gusti was still in place, not shifting in the slightest. The look in his eyes grew even sharper showing an expression of dislike.

Qameella's sensibility is that she no longer wants to be here by the man she calls Dad. A person who has too much makes him love solitude more in solitude, compared to the crowds and noise surrounded by humans with a variety of looks, both physical and nature.

Maryam and Qarmitha managed to bring Qameella back to her seat.

Gusti confirmed his sitting position.

"Father has arranged for Thatha and Dicky's marriage in three months" he said, no longer referring to Qameella.

Qarmitha was delighted to hear this news. Almost jumped cheering in excitement.

Maryam immediately hugged Qarmitha happily.

Qameella was also pleased with the wedding plans of her twin sister. Give him a warm hug and congratulations. Finally Qarmitha remained the luckiest in all things. Her thought.

"And Dad wanted Lala to have a future companion at that time. Therefore, Father has arranged an arranged marriage for Lala with the son of a father acquaintance," continued Gusti suddenly stopped the excitement that emanated on the faces of the women in front of him.

Qameella's body froze. His eyes looked at the father.

"Dad, don't just decide before talking to Lala first," Qarmitha's voice interrupted.

"Why should you talk to him first? Whereas all this time he himself never cared about his future," Gusti blatantly did not want to admit his mistake.

"But, Dad, I don't respect you..."

"Why should you respect him?" sela Gusti does not want to be blamed. Enforcing his body showed his arrogance to Qarmitha. Gusti's only daughter who used to be a rival in fighting.

Start the drama...

Qameella's head began to throb. I want him to escape from this situation. It was exhausting his heart and his senses.

"The child who never respects parents."

Suddenly everyone in the room was silent.

"The child who is always troubled. The kid who always embarrasses the family."

"Dad!" cry Maryam stop Gusti. "enough!" the woman did not want to hear all Gusti's insults.

Qameella could no longer hold back her tears. The clear threads were shed from his eyes. His heart was too sore and sore to hold Gusti's words that felt piercing.

Maryam covered her mouth with one of her hands, muffling the cry she could not hold. His body trembled with his shoulders up and down.

Qarmitha could no longer defend her sister after seeing Gusti's anger. He just stared at the big brother as he patted and stroked his shoulder slowly.

Qameella looked at her sister. Touching Qarmitha's arm, nodding his head as if he said, 'Don't worry I don't papa, I'm fine.'

With a dead red face Gusti suddenly rose to his feet. His eyes were sharp as if piercing through Qameella's body. The one who was stared at was just silently resigned to not be able to do anything.

"Tomorrow, ten o'clock in the morning, Dad has arranged your meeting with Dad's acquaintance's son at the Kali Malang street cafe," he said firmly and did not want to be denied.

"If you still think of Dad as your parents, then come on time" he said before leaving.

Speechless qameella. His heart was broken but not real. It hurts to hear Gusti's decision. Suddenly he felt like a bad person if he obeyed Gusti's wishes. For betraying his love for the Guard. While if he refuses, then he will be labeled as a child of disobedience.

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Tonight Qameella went back to sleep in her own room. Yes, tonight he decided not to return to his rented house. It has not been home for a long time now this house feels foreign in his eyes. I was planning on sleeping in Qarmitha's room while talking about Dicky. However, the chatter after dinner last night ended with Gusti's anger. He decided to calm himself in his own room.

In his mind was still clearly recorded every word Gusti. It felt bitter and sounded noisy beating his ear drum. Until it echoes through his skull.

A difficult night for Qameella to find peace. To make it difficult to fall asleep. An hour later, Qameella laid her body in a blanket. His eyes were dull and felt as if they were a place to be closed. Thinking about meeting a man who

wrestling Choices. His mind ran without direction or purpose. Even though the meeting had not yet taken place. But he had already thought about the relationship he would live with the man. Really made him restless. Hhh... Qameella breathed a heavy sigh.

A face very similar to Qarmitha when Qameella took off her glasses minus. It seems like there is no passion. Then he lifted his blanket, got up from his bed. And decided to get out of his bed. Walk towards the window of the room covered in white curtains.

From behind the curtain Qameella could faintly see the moonlight shimmering in the middle of her nightly complexion. It seemed that the moon was joking with him, giving an ironic smile at his unbeautiful way of life. Sad, that's how he feels right now. There is no place to complain. Even though Maryam and Qarmitha were always ready to listen to his outpouring of heart. But he couldn't pour it out. Don't ask why, because this is what happened to her.

Qameella turned her body against the window. Then deliberately leaned his body on the window sill.

He lifted his face up, closing his eyes for a moment. Silence and silence enveloped the three-meter room. Slowly his mind calmed down. But when he opened his eyes again, anxiety again struck his heart.

Dear Guard.I'm sorry if I can no longer be loyal to our love. Because it has to undergo human nature on

generally. But you must always believe that my love will always be there for you. It doesn't matter if one day there's another guy who takes your place next to me. My love is still only for you. Inner Qameella.

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At ten in the morning. Qameella arrives at Gusti's designated cafe. Doubtful but still drove through the glass door of the cafe. The twenty-five-year-old girl sat at a table near the window. I don't know what kind of model man he will meet later. Is he fat or skinny. Maybe he was tall or short. Cute or ugly. Climatic or even messy. Because Gusti did not explain anything about the man he would meet shortly before leaving the house. In addition to the name Mirza, it is the name of the man. Qameella couldn't guess for sure. Because he's not a psychic or necromancer.

Since entering the cafe door, Qameella had already combed through the entire room. There were only four or five tables that had been filled by customers. Among them there are those who are with a partner, friends and some are sitting alone as if waiting for someone. Again, Qameella did not dare to speculate. Worrying would be mistaken to recognize people who do not actually know. So, she decided to sit quietly on the spot while enjoying some juice and light snacks. Since the stomach is still hungry in the morning, there is no harm in eating lightly. Waiting for the man to come near her.

Thank goodness he didn't come. I hope so. Thought expectantly.

The atmosphere in this cafe is not too crowded customers at this time. Not too boisterous. Because this cafe will be crowded at lunchtime, or after lunch until afternoon and evening. Especially on a Sunday like this, customers who come will definitely be more than the usual day. Pretty much a lot can calm the mind of Qameella who is complicated.

After sipping a little juice that was deliberately ordered not to cool down, he saw his gaze go out the window. While the snacks he ordered are still intact has not been touched.

Qameella glanced at the watch that was coiled around her wrist. Then look around to ascertain whether the person he is waiting for has arrived or not.

Could that person not have come? Suddenly his mind asked after fifteen minutes had passed.

That means, thank goodness he didn't come. I had a reason to ruin this match.

Qameella smiled faintly. Inwardly he had the intention of going to visit the Guard's final resting place, after coming out of this cafe. I'll be back when I finish spending time outside. I don't know where that's gonna go next. The most important thing right now is to get out of this cafe first.

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