Twin Love Persons

KCK_2#24

Hi readers.. author coming with new episode. but sorry later wait hehehe...

Yes, now happy reading...

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Qameella immediately got off Mirza's car, after stopping right in front of the company's lobby door where she was scavenging for sustenance. The minus-glasses girl wanted to just go inside before the people in the office saw this rare sight. If you can ask, even office security if you can also not see it.

But when Qameella's legs were two steps forward, Mirza suddenly grabbed her wrist and held her off. Apparently the man accidentally got off when the crackle that Qameella was supposed to be carrying was still in the car.

"Wait!" qameella stopped, turned her face to Mirza.

"Hmm, what?" qameella's reflexes were shocked.

"Hmm, what?" qameella's reflexes were shocked.

Mirza smiled, lifting the crackle she carried into the air.

“You forgot to bring this.”

Qameella's eyes followed Mirza's movements.

“Oh, yes. I accidentally forgot it,” he said awkwardly. Then take over the crackle from Mirza's hands.

“Eat while it's still warm. Because if it's cold it doesn't taste good anymore,” message Mirza sage.

“Hm, thanks,” Qameella nodded in understanding while smiling lightly.

I don't know since when Dita observed Qameella with a man who was still unfamiliar to her at the lobby door. Suddenly made the distended woman tingled to tease.

“Uhuk! Ekhm!”what a deliberate deheman sound, because it sounds so unnatural in the shadow of Qameella. Kontan him and Mirza turned to the source of the voice.

“Hah, Dita? Morning...,” greet Qameella trying to throw away the awkwardness that exists.

Of course Qameella was very awkward. This time, he was caught with a foreign man around his office. She has said many times that she will always be loyal to her ex-husband,

although he was deceased. And once said not to look for a replacement. But now?

“Duh, others.. who early in the morning dikeriankin also given a romantic breakfast nih yee.... cie...,” seda Dita sounds so lithe makes Qameella speechless and groggy.

Mirza smiled awkwardly. He secretly glanced at Qameella who looked agitatedly moving.

“Gue just so envious suddenly ya see you guys. My husband hurried to his office. Try it if not, I can show off more than the two of you,” Dita smiled satisfied to see Qameella so speechless like that.

“Ekhm! Ekhm! Meel, who is nich?. elo don't want to recognize me, what?” Dita nudged Qameella's shoulder with her shoulder. Almost the girl who had not been talking much, increasingly silent do not understand what to say.

Mirza and Qameella looked at each other for just a moment. But the flat expression tended to be clumsy from Qameella's face it was hard for Mirza to interpret it. The man could only be silent. Then smiled kindly at Dita. Without asking Qameella's approval first, he introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Mirza" he said as he reached out to invite Dita to shake hands.

With a look of amazement Dita welcomed the hand of the man.

"We, Meella's division one friend."

Seeing the scene that should make happy, it actually makes Qameella ketar-ketir and die of fleas.

"This one.. What's Meella, huh?" search Dita still shaking hands Mirza. "cousin? Or...," the pregnant woman did not dare to guess more than the family relationship on the figure of the man in front of her. Because she already knew the principle of Qameella who said she would not find a replacement for her late husband.

"I..," Mirza glanced at Qameella who was now showing her strained face. He let go of his hand. With a calm face and cool smile Mirza ventured to be frank. "i'm Meella's fiance."

"Hawhhhhh!" Dita covered her own mouth which reflexively opened and widened.

This time Mirza's face that changed stiffened from having revealed their status. And he resigned if his future wife was angry for his actions also without permission first. To dilute the atmosphere she wore a forced smile that looked like a grimacing person enduring the pain.

Qameella could not do anything after what should not have been revealed too early. The girl could not be angry at the actions of her future husband who was too rushed to reveal their status to others. Even if that person is his own friend.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Akh....," suddenly Dita blurted obscurely and then berated while hugging Qameella. The severity of the woman jumped up and down was unclear, as if she had forgotten her already bloated stomach.

Getting a surprise attack from Dita, Qameella can only resign.

Mirza was stunned to see the miraculous behavior of pregnant women who were hugging their future wife. The man only frowned indistinctly.

"Finally, finally, elo insyaf as well," chirped Dita half whispered, yet it could still be heard by Qameella as well as Mirza.

Kontan Qameella and Mirza gasped at the one word Dita had spoken. 'Inshyaf'. Huh, insyaf? The two of them looked at him with an illegible look.

What's?!

Who has sinned?

"Akh. I'm very fond of..." Dita was truly happy, unknowingly her voice sounding loud piercing the ears of everyone who heard her. Coincidentally, there were a lot of employees coming. One entered the five-story building.

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At lunchtime, Mirza accidentally invites Qameella to eat outside. Although at first his invitation was rejected by the girl who is familiarly called Meella, because she was embarrassed because of Dita's actions this morning. Until the people of one of his offices find out about his engagement to Mirza. But Mirza was smart enough to conquer Meella's rock-hard heart. As a result, they both managed to visit Mirza's favorite restaurant around Kalimalang.

"Your friend turned out to be funny too, huh?" either a compliment or a joke that suddenly slid from Mirza's lips interrupted her meal. He smiled with a snort.

"Huh, buddy? Who?" Meella seemed clueless and a little surprised by Mirza's words.

"That was a pregnant woman this morning. He suddenly hugged you, and yelled at you not exactly" Mirza explained.

"Oh, Dita?"

"Our?"

"Yes, her name is Dita. He's one division with me."

Mirza nodded in understanding.

"Why?"

"Why-what the heck...just wonder, why are there pregnant women who dare to be that active? Jump around.., I'm afraid of the baby for a reason," answered Mirza honestly.

Qameella nodded confirming Mirza's words.

"So it's not papa, he said it's just kram doang that," he said considering the incident while in his division. Dita had stroked her stomach that suddenly felt tight.

"Oh.great if not papa. I'm just worried if he gets to anything, we're in trouble" Mirza smiled. But Qameella showed the opposite expression.

"Ah, I mean, right after I said your fiancee, she was jumping up and down," Mirza hurriedly explained after seeing her fiance's questionable facial expression.

Qameella was silent, not responding to Mirza's remarks. Then lowered his gaze on the plate in front of him that still contained a lot.

Somewhat long Mirza and Qameella went silent without engaging in any conversation. After always Mirza who started the conversation, now Qameella tried to dare to start first.

"In the office, there will soon be a transfer of employees from the branch office to the head office" he said, which made Mirza think hard enough to understand his words. His eyes were still fixed on the plate that was currently half left.

"You belong in it?" Qameella did not answer.

Mirza knew that the headquarters was quite far from the branch where Meella works now. If Qameella is elected to be the mutated employee, then the intensity of their meeting will be increasingly rare and even difficult. Because the distance that stretches separates the existence of both.

"Ah, I mean.. You are also one of the employees who will be transferred?"

"Eitherway. No word yet" said Qameella quietly.

"Meel..., can you focus after we get married?" mirza asked suddenly seriously. His clean looking face without a mustache and beard seemed to stiffen. It was like there was worry in his heart.

"You should not be afraid to go ahead. I can support you and our children later" he continued quickly. Then his right hand grabbed and clenched Qameella's left.

Suddenly Qameella gasped in shock as she raised her gaze. Stunned for a while.

"I went to college. I want to use my knowledge and ability to work. Not just getting money. But also to seek the reward of the Hereafter."

Mirza was silent.

"For now my world is only working. I will try to keep the quality of my performance stable. And I also hope that after marriage will remain a career without obstacles. Also try to be consistent with my duties and obligations if you marry later."

Mirza snorted softly as if resigned to all Qameella's decisions.

"If you want to keep working after we get married, no papa. Because I don't want us to stay far apart after marriage" he said showing his indulgence as a man.

Qameella smiled slightly. Then return Mirza's hand. Sometimes he patted the back of Mirza's hand.

"You're calm about that. We can talk about it later. The most important thing right now is that I want to focus on completing all my office tasks. Because I have a plan, before our wedding day all my work is done," Qameella's entertainment sounds very pleasing to Mirza. A big smile covered the man's lips.

Both knew that their wedding day would be together with the wedding day of Qarmitha and Dicky. And they had little time for that day.

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Get here first episode this time...

Since it is still a leaflet, the author wants to say 'Apologies of inner birth' ... 🙏😘🥰