Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#19

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Qameella was already preparing to leave her seat. Because he was sure that the person he was waiting for would not come. But when the strap of his bag had been slung over his shoulder, and his butt had been lifted out of the chair. Suddenly a handsome man with a semi-formal stellan came to his desk.

"Hi, Meella," said the unidentified man greeting Qameella.

Huh uh?!

The girl who felt her name was called also raised her face. The look in his eyes was rubbed with the man's dark pair of neutrals. Unknowingly he stopped moving it for a moment. Speechless.

"You're leaving already, aren't you?" search for the slim, tall and burly man. Qameella resuscitated from her unclear astonishment.

Qameella immediately straightened her body, refining her standing position properly.

"Yes..., sorry, who is it?" instead of answering Qameella, he asked a question back. Showing antipathy and alert attitude while squeezing tight rope bag. He did not know the stranger at all. And from where to know his name, until it looks so lithe greeting him with a familiar nickname.

"Oh, sorry, introduce my name Mirza," said the man smiling kindly, actually not happy to see the expression of Qameella's shock, as well as his antipathy that seemed to give a wall between them. then reached out to meet the glasses girl in front of him.

Mirza's?

Qameella instantly remembered that the man she was going to be betrothed to was named Mirza. But...is he really the one? Suddenly not sure.

"Oh," he muttered lightly barely making a sound. Shaking the hand of the man who just kept staring at her made her awkward.

"Meella, Qameella" he said, pulling his own hand from the man's warm grasp. The girl goosebumps coming into contact with the opposite sex which is not her muhrim.

The man named Mirza had a small smile looking at the stiff and cold demeanor that Qameella showed.

'Hmm. It turns out you still haven't changed. Still stiff and cold as before, ' Inner Mirza gave a comment.

Mirza has been looking for information about Qameella. Actually not because of this matchmaking factor. But it has been smitten with this quiet girl since long ago. Without Qameella noticing, Mirza was her senior sister in her college first. Since then Mirza was in the final level, while her junior Qameella who had just entered the first semester.

But because of the attitude of Qameella who always closed himself from the surrounding environment, and never opened his heart to any man while on campus. Mirza did not dare to force herself to approach the girl who got the nickname 'THE FROZEN GIRL' on campus. In addition, he did not want to be a broken hearted man like some other students, who tried to melt the heart of Qameella as if it looked like frozen food.

Qameella lowered her face looking up at the table. A glass of juice that looks still full, because it has only been slightly wiped. While the snack in the form of brownies, still intact has not been touched at all.

"Don't you tell me to sit down?" mirza's voice successfully ripped Qameella from her daydream. Gasping up his gaze looked at the man who seemed to be acting familiar with him.

Kontan Qameella raised her gaze. At the same time Mirza pulled one seat right in front of Qameella's chair. He sat down without waiting for the girl's permission.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," Qameella stuttered. Don't know what to do when it's like this. As a result, Qameella was forced to sit back in the chair she almost left earlier.

Mirza smiled, enjoying the jitters Qameella did not look contrived. Especially when he saw Qameella confirming the position of his glasses, it was clearly trying to eliminate his nervousness with one hand raised up.

This is the moment that Mirza has been waiting for a long time. Sitting at the same table as Qameella. The girl who still had not managed to get rid of her nervousness. So nervous the girl sitting in front of him, several times caught in a thud and then trying to avoid the eyes of Mirza who was so intense.

"Eh.. You've only come or been a long time..," hard-earned Qameella thought of finding chat materials. But when it wasn't finished, Mirza cut it.

"Long time. I've been waiting for you here. About..." Mirza glanced at the circular timepiece on her right wrist. It was as if he was counting time while humming. "Hmm.. three..ty...five minutes."

Jeez ...

"So? Did you see me?"

"Yup! I saw you start from getting off the cab. Get in the cafe and everything you do here."

"I'm sorry, I don't know if you've waited a long time. Because Dad didn't give me any explanation about you. So...," very embarrassed to say Qameella the reason. Not just too honest. But he doesn't know how to lie.

Mirza smiled broadly.

"Yes, I understand that you don't know anything about me. Because I want to know, do you still recognize me or not? After a long time we did not meet," said Mirza made Qameella frown until both eyebrows almost linked.

Qameella was astonished to hear all of Mirza's statements. He had never known the man before.

Mirza raised both her hands into the air. Then let the left and right fingers interlock. With elbows as a pedestal standing on the table. A charming smile seemed to tease Qameella. Accompanied by a warm gaze is able to penetrate the lens of the girl's glasses. Then Mirza deliberately put her chin on top of her finger link.

"I'm sure you're still thinking hard about where we've met before, right? mirza guessed Qameella's mind.

Spontaneous Qameella nodded in affirmation.

"We used to be one campus, you know. You're just in your early semester. I'm the final semester. Even though we are different levels, we have both met several times. Baby, you never cared for me. In fact, I often care about you," Mirza deliberately explained at length, so that Qameella can remember all the moments that had happened on campus first.

But, after seeing the flat expression on the girl's face, it seemed like Mirza's efforts were in vain. Could it be that it was not at all imprinted in his memory? Gosh... huh!

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in things that don't matter. As I remember in college, my job was to learn. So, sorry to disappoint."

Mirza made speechless with Qameella's speech that was too to the point. Until I can think,

'Correct my college friends on keok. Oh, here's how to reject guys who try to get close to him? Really smart!'

After a while, the two fell silent. Mirza took the initiative to open the conversation again. Of course change another topic. Then invite Qameella to stop by Mirza's house. And the man was very grateful there was no rejection from the girl.

During the trip almost no chatter took place between Mirza and Qameella. The atmosphere in Mirza's car was quiet and stiff. Because Qameella was more silent. Mirza has always been the one to open up the conversation. Though it eventually becomes boring to Mirza herself. Because Qameella always answered briefly every question Mirza gave. If it doesn't answer 'Yes', the next answer is 'no', or a nod and a head bob. Really irit said.

One day on the way to Mirza's house. At the intersection of the red lights, Mirza's car stopped waiting for the green light. It just so happened that Qameella was looking out from behind the window of the car next to her. Suddenly the net is fixed on a pair of young people are drunk in love. Both are on a motorcycle similar to the Garda first. The teenage boy sits on his motorcycle seat with a full-face jacket and helmet that his glasses open. Both of his hands tightly held the handlebar. And both of his feet treading on the asphalt holding the weight of the vehicle and the passengers he carried. While the girl sat in the back seat. Both of his arms were tightly coiled around his waist until his girlfriend's stomach. The girl also wears a slightly different type of helmet, not full face like the young man.

There is nothing special about the appearance of the two. But their togetherness in the same bike that makes Qameella interested. Continuing to stare out the window without blinking, that pair of young people became the center point. Because they have also reawakened their old memories while with the Guard. Unknowingly the corners of her lips lifted to form a line of small smiles. Suddenly his eyes felt painful and watery until his vision felt dewy.

Oh my God... Why can resist longing so hard? Maybe if the person we love is still there, this longing will not feel heartbreaking. Unfortunately, he doesn't exist. And can't come back forever. Garda... Wait for me in eternity, baby. Inner Qameella whimpered bitterly. Dishonnya hovering crocodile to the country there. Imagine the moments still with the Guard.

Mirza turned her head towards Qameella who was still unmoved at her position. Then follow the direction of the girl next to him. But Mirza is not as creative as Qameella. The man did not understand what the girl was looking at. He just frowned to express it.

"What are you looking at again? How serious is that?" ask Mirza prank.

Qameella was stunned from her daydream. Blinked his eyes a few times before turning to look at the source of the sound.

"Ah, hmmm..no, I just see the vehicle outside," he replied honestly even if only half.

Because Qameella did not reveal that she was thinking of the Guard to Mirza, a person she had only known an hour ago. And strangely, he wanted to be invited to come to the man's house. Though he is the type of person who is difficult and will not want to go together with people he just knew. Maybe because in the beginning Mirza brought up Gusti, so inevitably, like not to like him just want to be forced of course.

Mirza is just 'oh. I don't really believe Qameella's answer.

Upon arrival at home, Mirza immediately invited Qameella inside. Then let her sit on the sofa of her spacious and luxurious living room. After asking for a special treat for his prospective partner, at the assistant at his home.

The happy hue was clearly depicted on Mirza's handsome face. Although not the type of girl dreams, she is considered to have been half successful approaching Qameella. The girl 'Frozen'. The girl who once made her classmate was curious half to death.

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