Twin Love Persons

KCK_2#23

Hi readers.author bring a follow-up story yesterday. Sorry very late update, understand the month of fasting, author auto sleep a lot because you have to wake up cooking sahur etc...

Happy reading and enjoy...

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Slowly but surely Rombeng took out all the contents from inside the envelope that Ryan carried sheet by sheet. There are several thin stacks of HVS paper with a row of writing that Rombeng has not yet read. Two postcard sized photographs. He can recognize the person in the photo because his face is very familiar.

"Reg? This is Rega's picture, isn't it, Ling?" tanya Sonik grabbed one of those photos. Then hang it in the air and show Ryan.

Ryan nodded in confirming.

"Yes." Yeah."

Then Buchek also grabbed another photo, which of course was the same as Rega.

"This one too, Rega's photo too, right?" do the same with sonic.

Rombeng took the photo in the hands of Sonic and Buchk. Then put the rough on the table.

"Gapain elo bring a picture of Rega, keep pointing it at us, huh?"

Ryan did not answer. He just took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket. After taking a stick, throw the rest that is still wrapped neatly in the wrapper on slowly.

Continue taking the lighter from the other pocket. Without speaking a word, directly lit his cigarette. Then suck it slowly. Similarly, when exhaling smoke.

"What's up? Elo again miss him (Garda)?"

Ryan just casually grinned while throwing cigarette ash into the ashtray.

"Yes" Ryan said in the end.

As well as Rombeng, Buchek and Sonic underestimate the compact.

"Ck, lo spa style really, Ling.., Ling...," decak Sonik complained about Ryan's attitude.

Unexpectedly Sonic speech can wake a sleeping tiger. He didn't want to accept the consequences. Rombeng and Buchek were also affected by his actions.

Plaque! Plaque! Plaque!

Without the ba-bi-bu Ryan immediately plucked the Sonic head, Rombeng and Buchek with the papers he got from the table.

Those who do not have time to slip can only surrender to accept the situation. Then rub each head almost simultaneously.

"Busyet bye, a raging tiger!" buchek muttered still stroking his head.

"Well, how come we hit our heads on, Ling?" rombeng protest did not accept Ryan's attitude. He rubbed his head a little.

"That's a lesson for elo-elo as well as elo" Ryan's index finger pointed right in front of Rombeng's nose, Buchek and Sonik alternately.

The three young men only frowned each other, still not understanding Ryan's intentions. Then throw one another with confused expressions.

"From the past no pinter-pinter elo on. The timing of these two photos of the elo-elo on not sensitive at all? Geblik you on!"

"Gue's not insensitive, Keling. But, who is the person in the photo, who is the same person who wants what else?" rebuttal Rombeng.

Buchek and Sonik nodded their heads compactly.

"The basic fireplace! The person in the photo is exactly the same. But different people bege! Since they were both twins," Ryan tried to explain while pointing at the photos.

"Well?!"

"So?"

"You mean?"

The three young men said there was almost no pause. They wanted to reveal what was in each other's hearts. He immediately frowned not knowing what to say.

"Elo-elo besides the buzz turns out to be impatient, huh? By the way not one on the scramble."

Ryan took a long breath.

"Yes, gini. Even if I talk like this - so you will not immediately understand. Mending now elo dreading me all right."

"Okay, I'm horrified," said Buchek, who was immediately embraced by Rombeng and Sonik.

Before opening Ryan's mouth to look at the faces of his three best friends, one by one who seemed to begin to tighten. Then took a deep breath, exhaled slowly.

"Actually the photo was taken secretly by my man," he said honestly.

Actually, between Sonik and Buchek there are those who want to interrupt Ryan's words. But blocked by Rombeng with a very slow voice, almost without sound.

"As I said earlier, if the person in the photo is different people but the face is almost the same. Or another word twins. This one is a photo of Rega, and this is a photo of Garda" Ryan said, pointing to the photo.

"Ma-mak-sud... Garda...." Rombeng's voice stammered and felt choked.

"Yes, I know. Even until now his grave is still in the public cemetery," Ryan confirmed.

"You know what, so now you're halu?" search Buchek.

"Gue is not shy. But these are facts. Facts we must accept, if the Guard is still alive. Because I've met him directly, face to face," pressed Ryan firmly. "Garda is likely amnesia due to the accident at that time" he continued gloomily as he recalled the Guard's alien attitude towards him.

Rombeng, Buchek and Sonik are still hesitant with Ryan's explanation. Because during the Garda funeral, they all attended and saw how the Guard's body went into the burrow.

"Elo sure it's our bro, Ling?" telisik Sonic.

"Banget! 1000% even. And I know the mastermind behind all this" Ryan put on a serious face.

"Who?"

"Om Andika," he replied straightforwardly. Of course, Ryan's guess did not miss because since Andika knew the relationship between Garda and Meella, the man worked very hard to separate the two people who were drunk with romance. Even he was willing to forge the identity of the Guard.

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This morning Qameella was surprised by the arrival of Mirza right in front of her rented door. A pair of neutrals of two different types of humans are berhirobok, without blinking for per few seconds.

"Mira? You're coming..." Qameella, who had looked neat and was ready to leave for the office, was stunned at the doorway, and her left hand was still gripping the doorknob.

With ease Mirza showed a charming smile while lifting a white crackle into the air.

"We had breakfast together?"

Qameella could not refuse or expel the man, her future husband. Wouldn't let him in.

Mirza immediately pulled out the contents of the white crackle she was carrying, after entering and sitting in Qameella's minimalist living room chair.

"I deliberately left early in the morning from home without breakfast. Because I wanted to have breakfast together with my future wife," the man looked at Qameella with an ever-expanding smile on his lips.

"Ehemm, uhuk!" Qameella tried to be reasonable so as not to disappoint Mirza. Although in the heart of the figure of the man is still foreign and difficult to accept it.

"Let me grab a plate and a spoon in the kitchen" he stood up.

Mirza agreed.

"What do you want to make you drink, let's go to the kitchen," Qameella tried to offer services even though she felt stiff and not confident.

"I like to drink coffee."

"Oh, let me buy it first at the stall," the girl realized she didn't have the supplies Mirza requested. He doesn't like to drink coffee. He's about to move out.

Suddenly Mirza grabbed Qameella's left hand. Kontan stopped the girl's steps.

"Buy to the stall?" mirza's facial expression was seen changing with a frown.

"Yes, because I don't have coffee," he said honestly. "I never had coffee."

"Yes, no need. Just make me warm water, that's enough," as quickly as lightning Mirza's facial expression turned bright.

Qameella was stunned to hear Mirza's so simple request. But he did not intend to argue or offer any other option.

"Well, wait a minute" he said.

But when he was about to move to the kitchen, Qameella only realized that Mirza's hand was still holding her hand. It makes it difficult for him to move freely.

"Ehemm... His hands can be conditioned for a moment, right? You see, I'm going to the kitchen, "Qameella can't talk too clearly with Mirza.

Mirza immediately released her hand after waking up, if her hand was still holding Qameella's.

"Oh, sori accidentally," he said awkwardly.

Qameella immediately went to the kitchen to take all the necessary needs, including the warm water demand Mirza.

"Now is there just one?" reprimand Mirza when she sees the cutlery Qameella brought on the table.

"I had breakfast before you came" replied Qameella. Because he had just finished breakfast.

Mirza's face suddenly glum.

"Well, it's a porridge that I bring with me that I will turn to red, if no one eats. Moreover, this porridge tastes really good," Mirza did not ask directly to Qameella to taste the porridge she brought. Yet the girl was smart enough to understand the intent of his words.

"Yes, saved first. I'll take him to the office to not waste," in a style that is not flexible Qameella tried to entertain.

"OKAY. But don't forget to eat ya," Mirza's face looks cramped.

Qameella smiled stiffly. In his heart he will not eat it because his stomach is still full. He could not force himself to eat it. He might have a stomachache. Maybe he'll give it to his office friend who hasn't had breakfast. Good morning almsgiving to get the reward of the Almighty.

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