Twin Love Persons

Bini

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Qameella still couldn't believe what she was facing. Until the guy puts a helmet on his head. Then sit it on the back seat of the bike.

"Why did we come here?" qameella asked at last, when the boy's motorbike stopped in front of a cafe.

The flustered and nervous hue still looked very obvious on the innocent face of the beautiful-eyed girl. How not, this is his first time walking with a guy. Although not the first experience with a foreign man who always makes him wrong think he is the figure of Rega who is estimated. But it still gives a thrilling effect that can not be described just words. Understand the previous experience of a pair of young people are always trapped in a precarious situation.

"You want to eat, you want to take a bath." said the guy originally after opening his helmet.

Qameella got off the bike seat.

"But I'm not a laper." the rebuttal's quick. Qameella's heart wanted to run away or at least avoid the guy. But suddenly. "krukuuuukkk!" the worms screamed loudly from inside his stomach, successfully embarrassing him to death. His face was immediately bowed hiding a red pseudo on his cheek while biting his lower lip.

"No laper but lo stomach sounds." the man chuckled amusedly. He opened the helmet that was still perched on Qameella's head. Because the girl was still he pegged in front of her.

"Let's go in!" exclaimed the man whose full name is Pandega Garda Negara, after storing both his helmets on the rearview mirror and on the middle of his motorcycle.

"Wait!" sergeant Qameella held back the man's footsteps.

"What's wrong?" the guy looked over.

"Gue wants to ask you something first elo." said Qameella.

"Can't you ask her? I was laper. Elo is the same, right?"

Qameella. Then Garda pulled his arm, immediately made him flutter and just obeyed, following the steps of the Guard into the cafe.

The Guard pulled out a chair and let Qameella sit down. Then he sat down on the chair beside her to get closer to the girl who had been his wife.

Fidgetily Qameella drowned looking around. To make sure no one recognizes it. Thank goodness there is none. But if anything, well, he's got to turn his brain around for excuses. Especially until there are people who know him, also with his parents. Ow hell! Can berabe! That person could be complaining outside of school. A road with an obscure stranger.

Hope it is safe! qameella's inner whisper offered a prayer.

"Why the hell lo? Tensely? The one is not very tense." sloroh Garda while looking at the girl's baldness.

"Gue wants to go straight home" said Qameella to stand up. But quickly the Guard pulled Qameella's hand back to his seat.

"Later to go home. After we finish eating, I promise you will anterin lo go home." said Garda still clasped tightly Qameella's hand.

Qameella immediately brushed aside the Guard's hand after noticing a foreign hand was touching her.

"What the hell lo, hold people's hands carelessly." murmured Qameella did not accept.

"Elo think I'm just throwing trash around," the Guard argued. "it's only natural that I hold your hand. After all, you're already my man." he continued sounding relaxed and light.

"This?" qameella asked for an explanation.

"Yes, bini," replied the Guard shamelessly again. Then bring her mouth closer to Qameella's ear. "wife's eyebrows." whispered Qameella's goosebumps.

"Who said?" Qameella tried to deny it. But the memory in his brain was playing the event on that unpleasant morning.

"But that's it..." Qameella could not continue her words.

"Yes. But it's legal under religious law." Garda grinned triumphantly. "lagain, I already love you..."

"It's just a cheap necklace." Qameella muttered softly but could still be heard clearly by the Guard.

"OKAY. Consider it so. Elo don't worry. If you need money, you can still sell it at the jewelry store. It's good that money can be ten or fifteen..." The guard glanced at the girl next to him cynically.

"Thousand?!" Qameella sneered mockingly.

"No... million!" Garda grinned widely while raising his eyebrows.

Qameella swallowed her saliva in surprise to hear the nominal price of the necklace that the Guard had given her.

"But if the locket can be more than that. Twenty million or so, sori, I'm not a jeweler." The Guard grinned with a hilarious.

Qameella averted her gaze while squeezing her fingers over her own lap.

The guard flicked his finger to call the servant. A young man in a maid uniform immediately came to their table.

"What message do you want?" ask Garda while looking at the list of available menus.

"Well?" Qameella was forced to turn her head, looking at the guy next to her after getting an elbow.

"Don't say no laper anymore. You don't have to lie to me. But if you want to be sick. yes it's up to you."

Qameella just went silent.

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Dancing was looking for Qameella who was said to be waiting for her in front of the school gate. But there was no visible trunk of his nose.

"Where is this kid? Suddenly ngil. What's soaking into the bottle times huh?" ask him to yourself. He was quite confused to find where his friend was. "ih, the rich genie bottle was mah."

As long as she knew Qameella from childhood, she never showed any strange attitude. All he knows is that Qameella is a person who is not a lot of action or style. Unlike her twin sister, Qarmitha, who tends to be hyperactive. Since childhood, the girl has been introduced to various activities. Especially sports activities, such as football and basketball. Because the girl often makes both parents have headaches with her behavior when at home.

"Yes, I just call, than I'm crisp here waitin he's not clear where the limb is." Dari immediately pulled out her dress from inside her sling bag.

"Where is this boy, not lifted up? I want to rush home. My stomach is very lacer.." he muttered annoyed.

In a different place, Qameella was eating in silence with the Guard. Guards selection menu because Qameella refused to choose the food menu they would eat. Suddenly his phone shook suddenly to stop his activities. Switch to his phone ringing.

"From who?" telisik Guard glanced at the girl while continuing to chew the food that was still inside her mouth.

"Friends." replied Qameella briefly. Her net stared at the name on the screen, 'Dance'.

The guard frowned. The guy doesn't seem to like anyone bothering his possessions. Especially the girl who was with him who in fact had legally become his.

"Hello." the voice from across was impatient as Qameella just stuck her phone in her ear.

"Tar.." Qameella had not yet resumed her words, suddenly the Guard seized her cell phone.

"Hello, who is this?" ask the Guard without further ado. He was afraid that the person who called Qameella was a guy.

"Who's elo?" the question from the other side sounded surprised and confused.

"My HP... Balikin!" whinek Qameella was about to snatch his phone from the hand of that sotoy guy. But the Guard's hand shook and prevented the owner from taking his property.