Twin Love Persons

KCK_S2#36

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Early in the morning the Guard left for the office. After almost a full night of staying up to take care of Meella who suddenly has a fever. Now his head is a little dizzy because of lack of sleep. He massaged his left temple with his hands

the left rests on the armrest of his great chair. While the head and back are slightly tilted to the left left left allowed to relax attached to the back of the chair.

Several times the Guard seemed to snort tiredly, as if he was getting rid of the sudden unrest that felt in his heart. I don't know what exactly he's not sure. She only knew when her nether eyes saw the girl's face suddenly slipped a strange feeling encompassing her heart. Moreover, after hearing her name being called out repeatedly in the girl's unconsciousness, her feelings got mixed up.

And there's one thing the Guard didn't realize last night. It was a deep sense of care for Meella. Everything was beyond his own expectations. Why did he come to care so much about the girl he should have been judged for having been presumptuous to climb into his bed without permission on the eve of his own engagement party.

Starting from lifting Meella's defenseless body from the floor, then moving it over the Mattress and

cover him with a thick blanket. Then check Meella's body temperature using a thermometer to compress it with a small towel.

All of this was done by the Guard's own hands without the help of anyone else. Even he firmly rejected when Dandi and his men offered to replace him. It's weird but real. Garda seemed to be transformed into not himself who was indifferent, stiff and cold. Even against Bianca she very rarely showed her gentle side as she showed Meella. Sontak made the people who saw him barely believe.

What's wrong with me? Why did I suddenly feel so familiar, anxious and worried simultaneously while facing him? Could it be that me and the girl have...

Ah, it's impossible! How could it possibly be? The two of us had not seen each other for a long time without getting to know each other. But...

Garda touched his chest which suddenly thumped violently when he remembered Meella's face.

Bulshits!

The Guard tried to clear his over-thinking thoughts.

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The wedding day between Mitha and Dicky and Meella and Mirza is getting closer and closer. All preparations are almost done. The invitation letter is ready to be distributed. But Meella's whereabouts are still unclear as to where the limb is. The girl suddenly disappeared as if swallowed by the earth. It really made Mirza worried. Because no one knows. Not even his family knows.

That night, in his turmoil after work from the office. On the way home he saw a girl. At that time the girl was riding a motorcycle opposite the current. The net contant captures and follows the motor speed of the figure. Starting from the windshield to the side window glass.

His heart trembled with great reflexes both of his hands were busy holding the handle of his steering wheel, moving around in a direction to chase the figure that had been on his mind. Accelerate the speed of the vehicle to be able to exceed the two-wheeled vehicles driven by the girl. After succeeding, Mirza deliberately blocked his path.

The girl who was focusing on the road was shocked. The reflex pulls both of his motorcycle handlebars until the speed of his vehicle can stop suddenly. His heart beat faster than usual as if he wanted to jump out of place. Then push the helmet without the windshield to the back, which had come down to the front of his eyes.

Mirza came out after opening the door. Then walked over to the girl with a longing look.

“Meella, I finally found you,” whispered Mirza.

“Mirza?” the girl looked very surprised to see the arrival of the man. Rush to pull the standard of his motorcycle

with one foot after previously shutting off the machine.

With a confused look the girl was about to ask,

“Mir, you why...” has not had time for the girl to finish her question, suddenly Mirza grabbed her body and

hugging tightly until at a loss for words.

“Meella, where are you from? Why did you leave without news? I'm worried, I...” Mirza drowned her face on the shoulder of the girl.

“Hah?!” the girl who was none other than Mitha, Meella's twin sister was very surprised by the prospective behavior

his brother-in-law.

Speechless is speechless. He could only pat Mirza on the shoulder to calm her down. May you calm down soon. After that he will clear up this misunderstanding.

"Mir-za," called Mitha carefully after feeling that the man's condition was quite stable. Slowly he pushed the sturdy body that now seemed to meleot on his shoulder.

"Hm?!" he still feels comfortable.

"Sori, heavy elo," forced Mitha to be honest because she was unable to bear the weight of Mirza's body which was twice as heavy as her. Also a sense of awkwardness that can no longer be tolerated.

"Oh, sorry!" Mirza soon went bad and became a burden on others even though the future wife herself.

"I'm sorry, I've made you miserable" he continued.

Mitha smiled slightly. Mirza was stunned to see his smile.

"Make this so bad I'm sorry. But don't expect anything next time huh" Mitha chanted.

Mirza showed an expression of surprise. Because he had not realized the girl in front of him was not his future wife, Meella, but Mitha, his sister-in-law.

"meaning?" Mirza was confused by Mitha's words.

"Gue knows you're not stable anymore because until this second, elo, I'm also a family we haven't met Meella yet."

"Huh?"

"Yes, I understand that you're missing Meella. But, from today on elo have to learn how different Meella is where I am."

"meaning?"

"Next time you don't get the wrong people."

Mirza's heart melos realized her mistake.

"No papa how come the elo is not the first person to mistakenly recognize us" Mitha smiled wryly.

Oh, my God!

Mirza was completely embarrassed by this error. It might be true what Mitha said. He should be more sensitive and be able to identify two identical twin girls, one of whom will be married. So that in the future not one hug again. And things that are not desirable because they misrecognize their own partner.

Finally with guilt and sin Mirza apologized to Mitha.

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Even though Meella was in a closed room and could not go in and out. Because the place was heavily guarded by men in uniforms and stout. He can only do activities in a fully facilitated room. Both a set of mattresses complete with blankets, a tv with a large screen, a sofa, a refrigerator, and a bathroom. While for eating and drinking there are chefs who are assigned to cook. Once ripe will be ushered by one of the guards into his room. Do not miss the drugs to treat it when sick until healed.

Now entering the third night Meella was held captive, although her condition was very free to pacing around the room she lived in. I don't know until when he's here, no one's willing to tell him. He could not do anything because of the condition of his body that still felt weak after the fever yesterday. During that time Meella has not met anyone, the mastermind behind her kidnapping.

Oh, my God. - until when did all this end?

Kreeks...

Suddenly a crackling sound came from the direction of the door. The only access that can be used to get in and out.

Meella who was sitting on the sofa immediately turned her eyes to the door that opened slowly. Over time it became wide to present a figure that is not foreign to him. Suddenly he was shocked. Whether he was in dejavu or delusion he saw the figure of the Guard that he missed so much, in the Guard who was actually the person in question, but considered him someone else because of the circumstances.

'Garda? It's Garda!' meella's inner voice whispered as her gaze rubbed with the Guard's sharp gaze.

Meella stood up from her seat. Her eye pellets already held clear water that was ready to slide into tears.

Garda did not understand what Meella's gaze meant to look a little misbehaved and awkward. Almost rendered helpless if he did not remember the event. He closed the door without turning his eyes to the girl, standing pecking with watery eyes. Perhaps his eyes had just winked of dust or were self-conscious. That cute guy doesn't want to bother.

"Ehm! Hm!" he deliberately cleared his throat to melt the atmosphere. Or maybe accidentally awaken Meella from her daydream.

Very efficacious! After hearing the sound of the Guard's deheman loud enough, Meella was immediately stunned from her daydream. Immediately be sane and reasonable.

Wasn't it! He's not the Guard. But Mr. Pandega.

Yes, he's Mr. Pandega not Garda, my husband.

Huh, Mr Pandega? Why... is it possible...he who?.......

The expression of shock was very clearly drawn clearly on her pale face without the slightest makeup makeup. A series of questions sprang up in his mind. Compared to the upside with the Guard who looks very relaxed when stepping in and smirk on his lips.

Meella feels threatened by the Guard's arrival. Although he could not predict what the handsome young man would do to him. Still the fear was attacking very ferociously.

Therefore, each Guard moves forward, Meella moves backward while showing alertness. Worried that the Guard will make a sudden attack. No doubt he grabbed the sofa cushion as his shield.

"Why are you scared?" heard a taunting question for Meella. But the girl was just silent. "Curtain!"

Suddenly the Guard threw a paper bag onto the table in front of the sofa that Meella had sat on earlier. Meella was surprised to hear the sound of the falling object. Spontane turned his attention to that bend. I don't know what it is, I'll just see it later.

The Guard sneered cynically. Meella even showed her flat face. Garda was anxious to see it. Also surprised by Meella's indifferent attitude. It doesn't feel very common. Whereas women in general will ask about the goods they carry, to show curiosity. Then it will tear apart the contents of the paper bag brought to relieve the sense of kepeloan.

Crazy one! This is a really anti-mainstream girl!

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