Twin Love Persons

KCK_2#26

Hi readers. author coming with new episode. sorry so late.

Happy reading yes...

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Qameella immediately packed herself up before anyone else saw her glassy appearance. Wiping the rest of her tears that wet her cheeks. Then go to the toilet to make her makeup.

Too bad the softlens he was wearing fell out of nowhere. He will be responsible later to Dita. Because almost all the objects attached to Qameella's body are borrowed goods from Dita.

Slowly Qameella walked past the people who were watching the procession of wearing an engagement ring between Garda and Bianca. The girl was not interested in what was going on right now. He just wanted to leave this place immediately.

Despite her minus eyes, Qameella can still see well in these conditions. But he was a little constrained by close-up vision.

Suddenly Qameella accidentally collides with someone who is also walking in the opposite direction to her.

"Eh, sorry, sorry, accidentally" he spontaneously apologized while nodding his head, feeling very guilty.

"Where is the way, don't use your eyes?" the man heard a woman's voice.

Qameella raised her face looking at the sinister face that was looking back at her. He recognized the girl's face. His sister-in-law.

"Raiseya?" hiss Qameella.

"Lho, Mitha? Why are you here?" the girl named Raisya asked.

The reason Raisya immediately mentioned Mitha's name, because the last time he met during his friend's wedding party, also saw the girl using a dress even though it was different colors and models, but with almost similar makeup. And there was one thing that Raisya had forgotten. If Mitha and Meella had very similar faces.

Qameella frowned with a look of surprise.

You know, Raisya call me Mitha? Does he think I'm Mitha? Time is it anyway? Are we familiar even if we only met a few times? Qameella's mind was busy asking herself and speculating.

"Where's Dicky?" ask Raisya again.

"Huh, Dicky? Nothing..," said Qameella.

"Oh, who do you keep coming here with?" search Raisya threw a glance at the entire corner of the room. Hoping that his neutrality could catch the figure of the man he really wanted to meet.

"Office friends," Qameella replied honestly.

"Well, great yes, only a lowly, wealthy employee you can be invited by a classmate of Mr. Andika, the owner of the State's Group," Raisya's voice sounded cynical and dismissive.

In Qameella's heart was deeply disappointed by Raisya's attitude that felt unwearing and hurt her feelings. Although not him but the person in question is the person who becomes part of his life. People who have occupied the same womb at the same time.

Could it be that Raisya's good attitude all this time on Qameella was just sheer camouflage? Because every time they meet there is always Mirza. Mirza is not with them at the moment. Could it? Is this the real face of Raisya who might not actually like Qameella?

Ah, I don't know... Qameella did not want to take the dizziness and stay away from negative thoughts from her mind. Negative thoughts can usually be toxic to the body when it contaminates the mind.

Qameella unintentionally looked towards the stage. There, he saw the face of Garda who was staring friendly Bianca who was pinning the engagement ring to her left ring finger. Not far from the standing Guard he also saw the figure of Andika's face that was no less happy.

Then, for some reason, Qameella's body suddenly shook like a shiver. His face paled with a stern look as if he was frightened.

"Lho, what's wrong with you?" Raisya suddenly panicked.

Qameella hurriedly turned her face away as her eyesight almost collided with Andika. Enforcing his body that suddenly felt stiffened. There was a fear that suddenly invaded his heart.

Qameella really couldn't focus on anything. He just wanted to get away from this place. Gotta be soon!

"Why you?" I don't know how many times Raisya has asked Qameella the same question. But there is no answer. Only a frightened and panicked face displayed Qameella.

Raisya did not understand what happened to Qameella, just invited her to move to a corner of the room that looked more deserted. And sat the girl in a chair that was the only one there.

"Now, you drink first to calm down," Raisya thrust a glass of red-colored drink at Qameella.

Qameella only shook her head with a face that was already deathly pale.

"Drink," urged Raisya to move the glass in his hand to Qameella's hand. Then pointed the glass at Qameella's mouth until it was slightly gulped.

Qameella shook her head, returning the glass in her hand to Raisya. Because the water he was drinking felt strange. But Raisya refused, instead redirecting and managed to drink Qameella until the toilet.

Goody! Raisya smiling devil.

"A-a-I want to go first," Qameella broke up and immediately stood up to leave.

"Are you sure you want to go?" tanya Raisya tested Qameella.

Qameella only nodded weakly.

Raisya folded his hands in front of his chest while staring sinisterly at Qameella's departure.

"What's this?" ask him to yourself.

"Why am I suddenly dizzy like this? Oh, my God..What is this?" Qameella tried to walk with all her might. In my heart I hope to meet Dita or Arien. Or someone he knows.

I don't know how many steps the girl took. Qameella's body felt weak. His eyes were getting worse. He did not feel his body drained and fell to the floor. But before touching the floor he felt a pair of sturdy hands supporting his body so as not to fall touching the floor.

When consciousness had decreased almost unconscious, Qameella had seen the person's face but was not clear. Qameella was unconscious.

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Qameella suddenly woke up from her sleep. He didn't know how long he had been locked in a dream crib. Now his pair of eyes without glasses are wide open and clear of vision.

Where is this?

The atmosphere is so quiet. No sound came into his mouth. His dark black net swept into every corner of the room that looked like a bedroom. And right, this is the bedroom.

Everything that is there is a sleeping equipment. Like, beds with mattresses that have been equipped with bright white sheets. Pillow and bolster with same sheath color. A thick blanket enveloped his body.

A cream-colored Nakas and sleeping lights on it. Two-door wardrobe on the side of the room window. Another one is a dresser not far from the closet.

Qameella sat up from lying down. Disconnecting the blanket that had covered him earlier. Then move down, walk out of bed.

"Why can I be here? Who brought me here? Though.. as I recall I was still at the party..," Qameella tried to remember the things that had happened. Although it is difficult to trace.

After feeling deadlocked, I got no answer. Qameella decided to leave the room.

When he was outside, suddenly his net saw a very familiar figure in his memory.

Suddenly his heart beat faster than usual. His blood ripples pumping faster spreading throughout the body. Qameella felt the thump and the feeling she felt was still the same as before. Not changed one bit.

His heart was overjoyed to see that figure. A person who is always missed day and night. His name was never Alfa present in any of his prayers.

She's...

Ah, it's impossible...

But Qameella hesitated to greet him. Fear of being caught up in hallucinations. But this time it felt so real in plain sight.

Now, the two of them met each other. Exchanging views and locking each other. Unknowingly the two froze in their respective places. Not a word was said from their lips. Just peeking in silence.

A few seconds later. Tears suddenly flowed from the soles of both eyes. I don't know why the taste of blue harrumphs rippled in their hearts.

Could this be just a dream? If that's true, let me sleep longer. If you don't have to wake up forever.

"Bi," suddenly the figure opened his voice slowly.

Qameella gasped as her ghost heard her voice. His eyes bulging sharpen the netra so as not to see wrong.

Is this really you?

"Bi.." his voice called again, now louder than ever.

"Gee. hh... G, G, Gar, ." Qameella's throat choked. It's very difficult to make a sound.

Slowly the figure leg in front of him moved, stepping forward slowly.

Qameella was still in place. Can't move.

"Bie... Bini's... Bi.." The call he so longed for is now heard back piercing into his trunk.

Without feeling the figure, very similar to the Guard, was already right before Qameella's eyes. Less than thirty centimeters of distance stretched between them. Then embrace each other.

A few moments later, each other released a hug.

Qameella's tears flowed more profusely as the warm touch of the Guard's palm landed right on her right cheek. The man's thumb moved up and down while wiping Qameella's wet cheeks. But his tongue was still speechless. Just staring longingly.

Then the Guard's hand moved to the nape of Qameella. Pull it slowly towards the Guard's face. The lips of the two men meet each other. Interlocked, exchanging salivary, channeling the sense that has been buried in the soul.

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Get here first episode this time...

The author wants to meditate again, find inspiration for the next episode.

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