Twin Love Persons

KCK_C2#30

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Mirza wanted to stay put and wait for Qameella to arrive home. No matter how long he had to be patient, he was eager to meet up and ask Qameella, what had happened? Why not answer her phone call, making her worry?

Tired of waiting at the door of Qameella's rented house, Mirza deliberately waited in her car. Tying his shoulders on the back of the steering chair while breathing out tired. Huhh...

Suddenly his phone calls. After seeing the name of the caller, Mirza touched the receive button icon. It looks like the man is massaging his own nose. His facial expression changed as well.

After saying a few words Mirza immediately disconnected the phone connection unilaterally. He squeezed his phone firmly with his left hand.

"Huh, ****!" the decaknya upset while hitting the handle of the steering wheel of his car.

Mirza deeply regretted the situation she was facing. Circumstances that require him to choose to survive or leave. But this time he really had to put aside the affairs of his heart. Because there is something more important.

Without thinking Mirza turned on the engine of his car. Then drive it at medium speed.

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Raisya prancing with excitement in his room, after waiting long enough for the delivery of beautiful photos of the togetherness of the girl he considered Mitha with other men. He was really very satisfied with the hard work of the man he hired to destroy Mitha's future. That way he can take Dicky.

"Campus lo, you fucking chick!"

"Well!... I have not wasted a lot of capital. Finally elo destroyed the chick's base****, dog.." he said on the screen of his cell phone that was on, showing Mitha's helpless face.

"Hahaha.." suddenly Raisya laughed smugly like a madman.

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Dari arrived in front of her house with a grocery bag on her left right. Yes, the girl just came home from the market buying daily necessities for the next week.

When she got to the front door, Tari moved the grocery bag in her right hand to her left. Holds two loads at once.

Then his face bowed down, staring at the sling bag that was being hacked with his right hand. Somewhat trouble moving using only one hand. Though only looking for a door lock that is not small. And not alone the key. There was his entourage, which merged into a plan.

Huh, the key base if it has slipped in the bag, very troublesome. Finally, the damn key found. Make the owner draw a straight line on his lips. Between a smile and a smile becoming one.

Suddenly Tari stopped her steps. Sharpen the netra until both eyebrows are almost linked. Squeezing eyes stared at the appearance of the figure of a creature in white dress, crouching against the wall near the door of his house. His long black hair hung down. His head fell down and hid inside his knees.

But, why is that figure here? This is a girl what kind of kuntilanak isn't it? What, so horror gini anyway?

Sontak fur kuduk Tari goosebumps. His forehead suddenly felt helpless. He wanted to run away but his feet felt stuck in the earth.

'My God! What dream was I last night?'

'Cut me up, if he's a real demon. But now it's morning. Yes, yes, it is so bright that there is a demon? Maybe the devil went home bad luck times abis kelayuran.'

Inner Dance just keeps blabbering not because of.

'Eh... There's no leg, huh? Keep on, no foot, Dad? It means man or my rich man. If his feet are floating, I should rush to escape.'

'Relax Dance, elo kudu calm down. Okay, take a breath.. throw it away!' the woman tried to strengthen herself in order to be calm, and able to face something beyond her reasoning. While the nape and the entire body already feels goosebumps disco. Both his hands and knees were very difficult to condition. Great shaking like a person with Tremor disease.

Now Dari can no longer control herself. Because of the fear that really dominates him. He was very timid and parnoan long ago.

As a result, the key and the bag of groceries in his hand fell to the ground. Although the body is limp grateful Dance did not fall unconscious. Stay on his consciousness.

Who would have thought the sounds had apparently surprised the mysterious figure. Slowly raise his head. Look at the sound source. With her face mostly covered in hair, she stared at the horror Dance.

Dance a step back. Spontan pointed his index finger at the horror creature.

"E, uh, uh, elo what kind of person is kuntilanak? Kuntilanak came to my house. Sono to the grave!" with a stutter the woman managed to ask.

"Tari," instead of answering the figure even said softly.

The little daring dance immediately shriveled up in fear. Especially when the creepy figure in front of him suddenly stood in line with him.

"Eh, uh, what do you want?" tanya Panic Dance.

"Go! Just go! I never bothered you. 'Audzubillahi minasy syaithonirrojim..bismillah ir rohmanir rohim..," laborious and vibrating voice, Dance tried to drive the creature away to disappear immediately.

Instead of wanting to drive away the figure was even approaching. Then hugged him tightly. Kontan Dance is screaming hysterically. But his throat felt choked until no sound came out.

Anjir! I can't run!

"Please, don't drive me, Tar. I don't know where else to go, if you don't want to listen to me," he asked softly, faintly heard a cry that had been hidden.

Uh?!

"I'm still a human being, not a kuntilanak.." had not had time to finish his words, suddenly the body of the mysterious figure was pushed by Tari amid shock to hear his confession.

What's?!

Rush Dance brushed the hair of the figure, until it was clearly visible his face that was tangled, and wet by tears.

"God! Meella?"

"Tarr..."

Dance hugged back the shabby body of the old friend. She was crying too. But it's not clear whether crying is moved or indeed sad.

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Inside the hotel room

Garda's done taking a shower. Not fully dressed. That handsome guy was only wearing white trousers. Shirtless was clearly her slender body with her abdominal muscles similar to torn bread.

Her unfinished hair was dried with a towel. Occasionally it is seen dripping from the ends of his short hair.

Actually the Guard was never interested in anything that had nothing to do with him. Or trying to learn trivial things like kepo people in general. Especially to disturb the privacy of others.

I got out of the bathroom a few minutes ago. His complexion was disturbed by the ringing of the mobile phone which sounded strange. Sounds that are not common but cannot be clearly described. Not just once, but many times. It really disturbed his calm.

Eh, wait! The ringtone was not from Garda's cell phone. But... If not from the sound of his cell phone, then who's got?

Garda searched all over his hotel room. Then he found a white lady's bag just lying under the bed.

Could it be that it belongs to the woman? The Inner Guard asked.

The man bent down to reach for the bag that was lying on the floor. It's not just that thing that's left there.

Not far from there the Guard also saw a pair of high heels in white as well. There the Guard frowned. Imagine if the woman walked out of this hotel barefoot.

The squatting guard watched all those things closely. Lifting that pair of high heels into the air. Suddenly he smiled with disdain.

"Have a high taste as well apparently," either praise or even insults that have just been thrown. Then put it back on the floor gently.

Afterwards he picked up the bag that seemed to shake, and a ringing sound that had somehow rang from within. But when it was taken by the Guard, the ringtone was over.

Garda stood up, then sat on a mattress that had been cleaned, because the sheets had been replaced with new ones. It feels like Garda is reluctant to touch on the privacy of others. But the woman had gone up to her bed. And make things that shouldn't happen, real.

So, inevitably the Guard must act to find evidence. Who knew that the woman was a paid person who was assigned as a tool to take her down.

Not to be presumptuous, the Guard was forced to open the bag without permission. Not much stuff was found in it. Just a phone and a wallet. He easily checked every corner of the wallet and opened the phone. It's just that the phone runs out of power when it will unlock the screen lock code.

****!

Garda put the phone roughly on the bed. He was unable to find the desired evidence.

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