Twin Love Persons

KCK_2#20

Hi.. my loyal readers.apologies, the author again confused to write this story. Because again dead ends are also many more are menggajain in the real world. So, please be informed...

Happy reading...

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Qameella felt very flattered and awkward, with the sweet treatment of Mirza in welcoming her arrival like a guest of honor. Both of her parents happened to be at home. It makes the girl feel like she is at home with her family. Qameella was deeply moved by it. He never got it even in his own home. And her own biological father, Gusti, almost never showed the warm attitude that Qameella had long craved.

In the past, only the Guard had always loved and loved him. Treat him very well and attentive. Andika never thought it existed. It even considers it an enemy that must be destroyed from the face of the earth. Until Qameella once thought, after the Guard was gone, there was no one to treat her lovingly. But after experiencing this, his thoughts were broken. It turns out that the stock of good people on the face of this earth has not run out.

When Qameella was chatting casually with Mirza as well as her parents. Qameella was a lot quiet. Even if you answer the question that is occasionally asked by Mama or Papa Mirza, just by, 'Yes', 'no', bobbing or nodding your head. Yes. his name is also the irrit talk.

"So, you've been working for two years at a company as big as Negara's Group?" Malik, Mirza's Papa looked surprised and amazed at Qameella's achievement.

"Yes, Om," said Qameella briefly, nodding her head.

"Well, it's great of you, yes" praised the same-age man with Gusti.

"Thank you, Om."

Ratih, Mama Mirza smiled happily while looking at her eldest son. Then patting slowly after stroking dear Mirza shoulder.

Mirza, who understood the language of the heart of the woman who had brought her into the world, nodded and smiled happily.

After taking a closer look and trying to dive into the bottomless heart of a Qameella. Now Mirza assesses the quiet girl, is a unique and interesting girl to be abducted. I don't know when he'll defend that. Mirza can't wait to get into Qameella's life.

“Hh, basic guy if there is a new one, the old one must be forgotten. It turns out that not every guy is the same. Crocodile!” hardik a girl while going down the stairs, suddenly appeared from the top floor.

Sontak Malik, Ratih, Mirza and Qameella turned to the source of the voice.

Malik shook his head at the behavior of his youngest daughter who always looked childish.

Ratih grunted quietly. Then gave Mirza the code to handle her only sister.

“Hus! What the hell are you talking about, Dek? The horror is not very good to hear?” mirza. Stand up approaching.

“That's it.. ordinary, Dicky. Changed already have a hand with now do not want to walk again the same I Mas,” sungutnya with looks annoyed and efficacious.

“Dicky again Dicky again. I am tired of hearing that name again. Don't take care of the rich guy he. The world is not as wide as the leaves of Moringa Dek.”

“But Mas.”

“Udah, guys are not one in this world. I can find you a guy who's a thousand times better than Dicky, okay?” Mirza deliberately kept her man from sounding Qameella.

Some of Dicky's names are called, Qameella frowning. The name is familiar to the ears.

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At the same time. Qarmitha was at Yasmin's boutique. He has entrusted his best friend to make clothes for his wedding later.

Amel and Sarah are very happy with Qarmitha's wedding plans. So happy they also came to Yasmin's boutique to support the friend.

Qarmitha was very happy and moved by the attitude of her companions. Friends who are like their own family.

“Call from whom anyway?” qarmitha's Tegur approaches Dicky on the terrace of Yasmin's boutique. The guy just ended his phone call.

“Oh, from a friend,” he said a little awkward.

“From friends?” Qarmitha.

“Iya,” Dicky reassures with a bright smile.

Qarmitha only’Oh’ only. Not wanting to prolong things.

“Ya. Let's go in!” ask him to take Dicky's arm out.

“Oke.” Dicky was so relieved to see Qarmitha instantly believe in his reasoning. And didn't ask anything more about his friend on the phone earlier.

The couple entered a two-story boutique.

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Mirza introduced her younger sister to Qameella.

“Raisya,” the girl mentioned her name while shaking Qameella's hand.

“Meella,” reply also mention name.

“Ah, Mas don't like open-open disgrace I dong in front of others,” the door spoiled.

For a moment the atmosphere seemed to melt hearing the chattering of Mirza and Raisya.

I don't think time has shown lunch. Malik and Ratih invite Qameella to have lunch together at their home.

Qameella the stiff and unsociable human, seemed to hesitate at their invitation. Want to reject it. But he hesitated not to know how to refuse subtly, so that the two couples were not offended by his rejection.

"Come on, Meel, once you have lunch with us. When else can you play here,” Mirza half begged to persuade the girl who was still stunned without a word.

“Eh..., Mirza, are you talking like that anyway?” reprimanding Ratih is like scolding his son who is not good at seducing a girl.

“Meella must have been here a lot, because Meella will soon be part of this family,”, said Ratih to the points. Close his body to the glasses girl. Then nudged Mirza's body as if it was giving a code.

Mirza looked misbehaved, rubbing her nape awkwardly while smiling little.

Whats? What the hell does this mean? Qameella raised next to her eyebrows but still with her flat expression.

Malik only had a small smile at the interaction of his wife and son who were persuading Qameella. Unwilling to interfere in their affairs, the man who was no longer young but still looked gallant, immediately moved towards the dining room.

Raisya looked like that. I don't want to be involved in a drama that doesn't matter.

Without asking for Qameella's approval, Ratih directly pulled the girl's arm towards the dining room.

Qameella looked over at Mirza. His eyes looked as if asking for help. But the man did not respond to her just deliberately shrugging his shoulders by tilting his head to the left.

A woman who was a housekeeper at the Mirza family home, seemed to have just finished putting all the food menu for lunch on the dining table. Everything looks very delicious, tempting and appetizing.

Qameella had lunch with Mirza and her family. After finishing eating Mirza drove Qameella home.

One Week later. Mirza and her parents, Malik and Ratih, come to Gusti's house to propose Qameella.

Without Qameella Gusti's consent, she accepted Mirza's proposal. And held the engagement party of Qameella and Mirza at home. Because the show was made very simple based on Qameella's request.

Inner Qameella cried as the event unfolded. Because he has no power and attempts to refuse or cancel it. Weak one? Yes, for the time being Qameella could be said to be extremely weak. Because he had to weaken his heart in order to keep his relationship with Gusti in order to stay fine. Although in reality his heart was wounded and bleeding.

The engagement is over. Guests are just a few people they invite from nearby neighbors. Also few close relatives enjoyed the dishes that Gusti and the family had prepared.

Gusti was having a casual chat with Malik, his future besi in the guest chair. His face looked happy after watching the Qameella and Mirza go well. This made him breathe a little. Previously he had thought Qameella would reject all her planning. Who would have thought that the child even looks benign and does not show the eyes of hostility as usual.

Maryam and Ratih looked compact sitting in another guest chair not far from their husbands. Like a woman who has a family in general. The two talked about their home and family matters.

Qarmitha and Dicky chose a quieter place. They pulled over in the dining room while enjoying dinner together.

While Raisya decided to go straight home because he could not hold back his jealousy towards Dicky, since the beginning of his arrival with his family had shown his affection for Qarmitha.

While Qameella instead covered to a place far from the horror. If it can't be reached by anyone. Honey, she can't go anywhere other than the backyard that used to hang clothes.

"I'm happy, finally you can get it too," Mirza happily approached his future wife.

"Can you really be that happy?" qameella asked unsure. His gaze was straight on the clothesline pole made of bamboo and rope.

"Of course sure. Why why?"

Qameella turned her eyes to Mirza. Then it fell silent staring at the sincerity that shimmered in the eyes of the man by his side.

"Why is Meel... Are you not sure about our relationship?" search the man.

"Eitherway. I just don't know what to do. We just got to know each other anyway. Not yet know the heart of each."

Now, replace Mirza who fell silent. Not long after that he said,

"Yes, you're right. We do not know the contents of each other's hearts because we just know each other. Therefore, let us learn to know each other and to know each other by being open to each other."

Qameella did not respond. Just being silent without knowing what was spinning in his mind. Mirza was unable to dive into the depths of a Qameella's heart.

"We're trying to slowly understand each other," Mirza tried to convince but still Qameella's response did not change.

Is it that easy? Is it that easy I can forget you Guard? Because until whenever you will always I remember in memory. And your name is always imprinted in my heart.

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The story got here first yes. next time connected again.

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