Twin Love Persons

KCK_2#27

Hi readers...how was the story in the last episode, on the curious no heck? Or happy to finally meet Qameella Garda?

Yuk, read the story again!

Happy reading...

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After breakfast Maryam washed the dirty dishes and tidied up a little mess in the kitchen, took the time to sit in front of the tv before leaving for her and Gusti's restaurant.

Several times the woman was seen to massage the button on her tv remote control. Looking for a tv show that he finds interesting.

As a result, Maryam's choice fell on the gossip show of Indonesian artists and celebrities.

Seeing his wife sitting in front of the tv, Gusti also accompanied. Even though the man did not participate in being a connoisseur of gossip artists. He chose to read the newspaper that was published yesterday. And just read it today.

"Dad," said Maryam suddenly, and only answered muttering by Gusti.

"Dad," now Mary's hand moved to gently pat her husband's thigh. "look, Dad!" exclaims

The man sitting next to him seemed to be engrossed in reading the news, over and over as well.

"What the hell is it, Ma?"

"That, look!" maryam's hand was pointing towards the tv show that was showing the party.

Gusti followed the direction his wife had pointed out.

Apparently the coverage of the engagement party event of a newcomer artist, Bianca Prayoga Hutomo, also the son of a famous businessman Prayoga Hutomo. But that was not the focus of Maryam's attention. Except for the person who is the artist's fiancee. Pandega Negara son of Andika Pratama Negara, owner of Negara's Group.

"Just gossip news, Ma.." - Gusti cuek. "don't be too baper."

"Ck, Dad. Look at that young man!" maryam cried as if giving a decree.

Gusti suddenly stiffened to see Andika's face clearly even though only from the television screen. Accidentally his two hands squeezed the edge of the newspaper he was holding.

"The young man looks like a Guard huh, Dad? Maybe if the Guard is still alive already her age," Maryam's eyes glued to the picture of a young man is indeed the Guard. But he did not know who the young man was.

"He must be the Garda's twin, Ma. Remember no? When we went to the Garda tomb, we were all surprised to think the rancid child was coming back to life. It turned out that he was the Guard's twin brother," Gusti recalled the incident.

"Yes yes, Dad... Mama almost forgot that Garda had a twin like Lala and Thatha," Maryam agreed with her husband.

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Rega had just finished taking a shower and was dressed neatly. Today the practice schedule is quite tight. After practice in the clinic, he will continue his practice in the city's public hospital.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Rega's bedroom door was knocked from the outside.

"Yes, Bi," Rega immediately gave an affidavit.

"Mas Rega, I've been waiting for you at the dinner table," a middle-aged woman's voice came from behind the door.

"Yes, I'll be there soon" he replied, wearing a watch on his wrist.

After feeling the maximum tidy, Rega grabbed her white coat hanging in the closet. Then move on. But has not had time to step the ringing of his phone calling, ask to be lifted immediately.

"Hello?"

"Congratulations Doc, on his engagement," there was a noise from the other end. They were the nurses who served in the clinic where Rega practiced.

Rega's reflexes kept the flat object away from his ears while turning his face away.

"Wedding?" muttered Rega was confused.

"Did, cocky doctor! Our fiancee is not struggling" complained one of them.

"When am I his fiancee? I know you guys!"

"Night, Doc... Doctor time doesn't remember?"

"Don't not remember but deliberately pretend to forget," said the others ketus.

"Oh, I intentionally didn't bother you. You guys know why? Because you guys are doing it!" rega ended the phone call unilaterally.

Rega did not understand why the nurses at her clinic congratulated her on her engagement. But with whom? And who is the spreader of the rumor?

Set three money with Rega. Karina also received congratulations on her son's engagement. And the question of his son's engagement.

But the woman could not answer anything to the questions of her social friends. Rega is not engaged to anyone. He did not think about his other son. As the general public knows, one of his sons, the Guard, has long since died.

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A glimmer of sunlight penetrating from the window slit, instantly fell onto the face of Qameella who was still asleep in a dream. Instantly also the girl woke up feeling her glare.

Slowly her eyes opened. But it was too glaring for him to be unable to open his eyes. His one-handed reflex was raised into the air to block the beam of light from dazzling.

It was morning apparently. It was not satisfied that Qameella was enjoying her dream. The girl smirked in shame remembering last night's dream.

A dream that will never be forgotten in a lifetime.

Then Qameella tilted her body against the window.

"Ah..," Qameella sneered at the feeling that something strange was happening to her body.

"What's this about? Why my body feels tired. And the pain in the core..," he whispered to a halt as his black net suddenly hit the scene below the floor. Right under the bed she was sleeping in.

His forehead shriveled, sharpening the netra that was originally still sleepy, now very fresh.

"I seem to know the fabric," the net followed the irregular grooves of the scattered cloth.

"That's right.the dress I was wearing last night, too," the girl was stunned to see her underwear which was also in between.

"Hahh!.." he hurriedly checked his own body that was coiled in a blanket.

Holy hooch!

Suddenly Qameella's heartbeat raced faster than usual. His breathing was heavy and irregular, when he found out his body was plain without a thread behind the thick blanket.

Now he just realized, if he was not in his own room. Except in a strange place. Maybe this is a hotel room. But... how is it possible?...

His brain was forced hard to think, and remember the groove he had gone through until it ended up here.

Finally, he could remember everything from the beginning. But only until it ends drinking the water that Raisya gave. Blank later. He also did not dare to speculate what water his future sister-in-law gave him. Raisya is a good girl. Never did anything bad to him.

"Bi..," the voice made Qameella's heart jump out from inside her chest. The sound coming from behind him.

Si... who??!

Qameella's body stiffened. Between conscious and unconscious, the girl hopes to be hallucinating.

"Bie... Bianca. But it is not the name Qameella that is called. Except...

Oh God! Could it? No, no, no. I must be dreaming again...

Plaque!

A sturdy hand landed right on Qameella's waist. The girl was shocked. His body stiffened as if he could not move.

This is not real! I need to get out of here as soon as possible. The matter of why I can be here, it's investigated later!

Slowly Qameella lifted the burly hand from her waist. Instead of wanting to escape, instead enter a trap. Yes, that hand clasped tightly onto Qameella's hand suddenly. Then pulled him fast to fall into the arms of the figure of a foreign man. But there is a sense of familiarity in the heart.

Qameella's head was in front of the chest of that shirtless field. The masculine aroma attached to his body cradled the girl at home lingering nearby.

"Don't go, Bi..," she asked in a typical voice of someone just waking up.

The deg!

Qameella's body froze at her request. Then she felt a soft caress stroking the top of her head, accompanied by a warm kiss on her temple. It made his mind drift far away there. The figure of the Guard filled his mind. Reminds me of the good times with him.

"Bianca," he said again as if to hit Qameella on the head, and reverse her sanity.

Qameella was aware that the Guard had died, and there was no way she could return with him.

As fast as lightning Qameella's hand held the man's shoulder, then pushed the burly body that was hugging him away from him.

A pair of plain bodies that were coiled in the same blanket were spaced along Qameella's arm.

Among the shock, fear, and net tension Qameella stared at the face of the man who was also looking at her with an unreadable look. Both of his hands remained on the man's shoulders.

The pair of brown eyes he was very familiar with was wide in shock. His gaze was staring at the girl who turned out not to be Bianca.

"You?..."

"I'm sorry, I think I'm in the wrong room" Qameella interrupted quickly, stammeringly cutting the man's speech.

A man very similar to Rega. Oh, no, no, more like the Guard. Yes, Guard! He frowned. Stunned at the ridiculous expression of the woman before him.

"W-you don't have to feel guilty. Jug-jug-ga did not have to pay because I am not such a woman," he continued stuttering.

Hurriedly Qameella got off the bed while wrapped around the blanket on her body. Then pick up all his clothes that were scattered on the floor. Then run into the bathroom. He quickly put on one of his clothes.

The man slid off as the blanket lifted and was carried away by Qameella. Because the entire innocent body was immediately exposed and exposed to the cold AC. Without a second thought he took and put on his bokser and trousers from the floor.

It was not long before Qameella came out in full clothes. Then sneak out of the room when the man is invisible.

"Where are you going? Our business is not yet done" the man's burly hand held Qameella's arm. Suddenly made the girl turn to the source of the voice.

"There is no business between us. So, don't make it complicated. My real loss is the one I lost the most because.. hh! Lupain!" qameella's hands were shaking the air.

The man scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yes, gini. I am an employee of the State's Group. And I know you're the head office CEO. So, if you're not happy about this, please fire me," with all her courage even though it feels like suicide, Qameella immediately made the final decision. "I now work at the Kalimalang branch office. My name is Qameella Aulia Rahmah."

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Eng ing eng. until here first yes episode this time. Later on again.

See you next episode.... 🤭😘😘