Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#21

Hi readers. Sorry this time the author again joined really. And again the effort behind the mode on to update the latest episode that has been waiting for a long time.

So, be happy, yeah. And happy reading...

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The night is getting late. The atmosphere of silence adorned the house inhabited by the four heads. Mirza and her family had just left Gusti's residence a few hours ago. Guests whose numbers are not how much already say goodbye, return to their respective homes. Leaving only an empty buffet table, as well as plastic chairs prepared for invited guests, have been arranged together stacked on the terrace of the house. Meanwhile, dishes, glasses, spoons and dirty forks are also other equipment that is clean, filling every corner of the kitchen cupboard space.

After cleaning up and changing clothes, Gusti and Maryam were ready to lay their tired bodies on the bed. Before closing their eyes, the two took the time to talk for a moment.

"Ma," Gusti was about to start the conversation, while leaning his back on the head of the bed.

Maryam who was beginning to lay down her body, and was about to curl up in her thick blanket, only muttered as she turned her face to the source of the sound.

"Today, I'm so happy Ma. Because Lala was finally willing ...," Gusti paused his words for a moment while thinking of the right words to express the feeling in his heart. "Ah. said the children of today, move on yes move on, Ma," he continued semringah. The happy hue was clearly visible on the man's face. There is a sense that is bloated but difficult to express.

"Yes" said Maryam briefly. His voice was so slow it was barely acceptable to Gusti's rungu.

Not much different from the husband, Maryam also had worried about the same thing. But he was able to catch the hue of unhappiness that shimmered from Qameella's eyes. His heart ached to witness the grief his daughter suffered for the umpteenth time. He wanted to comfort her so that she could forget the sadness. Sadly, again, he couldn't do it. As a mother, Maryam could not afford to be an umbrella for her children to take shelter. He can only be a good spectator and listener for everything his children experience.

‘Lala, dear..pardon mama who always couldn't be a good protector for you, son. But Mama always pray and hope that someday you can find and have true happiness with your partner. Build new mahligai, and forget the old sorrows.’

Gusti kept raving to himself. While Maryam was silent. Dissolved in his own mind.

"Ma..," called Gusti as his interlocutor no longer responded, turning to his interlocutor who was lying on his side.

"Ah, yes Dad?" Maryam awoke from her daydream as Gusti's palm touched her shoulder.

"Why are you, Ma? It hurt?" Gusti looked worried.

"Ah, it's okay, Dad. Mama's just tired. Because taking care of everything by yourself. So, yahh.so the body is a little bit sore," Maryam tried to cover, although in fact it is true.

Gusti slightly furrowed his brows, somewhat surprised to hear Maryam's statement. The reason that sounds too far-fetched. How could a person who used to work hard would be exhausted just doing a fairly light job. Because the engagement party of Qameella and Mirza is very simple. Butwhy?

"Dad, Mama slept first. You see Mama is sleepy," Maryam immediately pulled the blanket while turning her back to Gusti. When just closed his eyes silently drain the tears that had already filled his eyes.

Gusti was stunned to see his wife's attitude that felt suddenly strange.

"Yes, go to sleep, Ma" he said, sounding like a mutter.

*

In Qameella's room.

Qarmitha sat on the bedside of her twin sister, Qameella. It was a very rare activity to do after they had lived apart.

"Are you really sure you can live happily with Mirza, La?" her telisiknya curious about Qameella's sudden decision.

Qameella who was cleaning her makeup with facial cleansing toner, suddenly stopped her movements. Keep letting his right fingers clamp moist cotton and stick to his right cheek. Through the reflection of the mirror before her, Qameella glanced at the girl in the same manner as her. Expressionless and just silent as if thinking.

“Yah... I just did not expect, finally elo can move on also from the past,” manganese Qarmitha glare far, considering the moment where Qameella is at the lowest point in her life. The hopeless despair. He almost died trying to end his own life. Not to be left alone

following the one who has left.

Simultaneously, Qameella also dissolved in her own thoughts. Then remembered his chat with Gusti the day before his application with Mirza.

Inside Gusti's workspace. At that time the man who did not look fresh anymore, because often sickly. He was sitting behind his desk when Qameella came in after knocking on the door first asking for permission.

The father and son are sitting on the couch.

“Dad knows, you don't like Dad's decision. But all this dad did just for your own good,” said Gusti softly but still felt firmness.

“Heh, for good? Whose kindness do you mean?” quite a jerking and sharp Qameella said.

Gusti jerked at once realized, that the innocent princess and her obedience had changed.

“Why?” a pair of netra framed glasses minus Qameella stared at Gusti boldly. From the glare of the eye that always radiates helplessness and obedience. It no longer looks.

“Why don't you ever let Lala be happy with the life choices Lala chose herself? Can't you really...ja I don't have to bother and interfere with Lala's life?” he questioned Gusti's past actions.

“Lala please, Dad. Let it be this time, Lala is happy with the path Lala chose. Lala wants to be calm, Well... Lala wants to be happy...,” her door to mew with tears hanging from her eye sockets.

A sigh of fret slid from between Gusti's mouth while rubbing his face rough. Then be quiet for a moment.

“Yes, happy! Everyone wants to be happy in their life. It is impossible for anyone to expect otherwise,” says wisely.

Qameella lowered her face, her right index finger wiping away the tears that just slid past her smooth cheeks.

“But you forgot, if the thing you consider happiness so far is something pseudo. Or indeed you are not aware, what you have been maintaining is futility?”

“What do you mean Dad said like that?” qameella did not understand.

Gusti smirked at the sumir.

“Stop blaming yourself, kid! Stop crying over the Guard's death! Forget your sadness!” persuade it as gently as possible so that Qameella's heart can be melted.

Qameella straightened her body. Both of his hands were on his lap, suddenly squeezing the strong cloth pants he was wearing. Then he stood up to leave Gusti's study.

“Trust me, Son, Daddy wants you to be happy too. Dad also sad if you are sad,” Gusti managed to stop Qameella's footsteps. Then pause his speech for a moment, take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

“Lala dear, I beg you to stop crying over the past. Because no matter how many tears you shed, even being able to drown the earth, will not change God's destiny. The Guard is dead, and will not come back to life. Let him calm down in nature. You who live live your life by being

better,” he continued at length.

The deg!

Qameella chest suddenly felt tight almost difficult to breathe, like squeezed by a strong hand –. I didn't want to believe everything Gusti said. But Qameella realized that it was all true.

After he finished talking to Gusti. Qameella immediately cried in the Guard's navel. To share everything that is going through at the moment.

“Why did you ask me something that has happened now?” qameella asked after waking up from her daydream.

Qarmitha.

Qameella took a deep breath. Then put the cotton in his hand on the table. Rotating his sitting position until the pair of twin girls faced each other.

“Gue is just mastiin, if you can still be happy even without Garda,” actually Qarmitha is not happy to express it.

“The world is still spinning on its axis. The human heart can still change. Because God is Thoughtful – turn the desired human heart – Nya,” Qameella smile small.

*

One week is the age of Qameella and Mirza's engagement. But their relationship has barely any significant development. Because only Mirza who always contact Qameella by phone every day right at lunch, and night before bed.

While Qameella is still indifferent as if not consider the relationship that has been established. In his brain there was only work and work.

At the office where Qameella worked, word got out about the employee mutation to the headquarters. Of course, only employees who have high loyalty to the selected company. Therefore, many employees are trying and competing to be elected on this occasion.

But that didn't happen to Qameella. The girl chose not to take part in the competition. For him working in a branch office like this was more than enough. Enough to reach the Guard if he misses. And soon she will be carrying Miss Mirza. Better to focus on the work at hand. Her thought.

*

In a different place, Garda is with Bianca, a beautiful girl whom he considers a girlfriend from High School. The relationship between the two seemed harmonious and intimate. The two attended a dinner invitation at Andika's luxury restaurant. An international restaurant. They're not just the two of them. There is also Andika and his wife, stepmother who until now has not been recognized by the Guard. And both Bianca's parents.

The parents of the Guard and Bianca were very happy to see the development of the relationship between the lovers. Then they agreed to proceed to a more serious level. As an initial stage, Andika plans to hold an engagement party Garda and Bianca.

Settled three bucks with both Bianca's parents. They agree immediately.

Gayung also welcomed. A happy and enthusiastic expression was shown by Bianca and Garda. Even though in the heart of the Guard it was like something was uprooting. Butwhat? He doesn't know.

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Sorry, but this episode is connected.

See you next episode. Happy fasting for those who practice it.