Twin Love Persons

KCK_T2#47

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The world seemed to collapse instantly destroying all of Mitha's sweet dreams. There was no wind, no rain, suddenly a terrible storm swept across his long-built love with Dicky. I don't know what demons have possessed the man to do what is forbidden by religious norms. Could it be getting used to it? Or just a khilaf? Mitha doesn't know for sure.

But why could Mitha not know of Dicky's depraved behavior? Their relationship has been long established. Wh why? Doesn't make any sense?

In the middle of the slope of the highway that is always crowded, densely crawled by motorized vehicles during the day. Now it looks quiet and deserted without any activity. Only he himself walked down that paved road. Very frustrated and desperate.

"Well!" pekik Mitha broke the silence of the night.

His heart is very sick and painful. His chest was so crowded that it was difficult even just to breathe air. Mitha was now fragile. Like paper that is easily torn even if only touched. Lost all the defenses of the heart that had made itself look solid in the eyes of the world.

But not anymore. Only the savage event had already knocked out all of its sturdy walls. Become the most beautiful human being in the world. Shamelessly he roared all the way. No matter the sound of his blaring cries, it echoed throughout the universe.

In the past, Mitha could be careless when betrayed Kevin. Able to hit the guy's lie. Proudly without tears left him so airy chest. Now, the girl turned melancholy. So melow until his tears free fall without stopping like rain falling from the sky.

It wasn't really this matter that made Mitha cry. What he cried was when he remembered his father, Gusti. Yes, because the man had tears coming down and could not stop like a broken water dam.

Because Mitha knows how the struggle of her father who tried to stay strong in a condition that is not okay. Both the health of the body, and the condition of the business, the restaurant that has been pioneered for a long time does not also show development. Almost on the verge of bankruptcy.

It was sad for Mitha to see the man who was getting thinner and thinner slumped on his own. Gusti never complained about all his difficulties to his wife and children. Even when Meella offered money to inject funds into Gusti. But with pride he refused. Although in reality it needs.

The saddest thing was remembering Gusti's words, which Mitha accidentally heard while talking to Maryam in the living room.

"Dad is happy, finally soon Lala and Thatha can marry together. That way the burden of Dad as a parent finished driving them to the marriage. Hopefully they can all be happy with their respective marriages," he said expectantly guaranteed by Maryam.

Honey, hope is dashed when Meella suddenly sleeps with a man who knows who. Truly, it shattered all Gusti's hopes right then and there. Not even the old man could look Meella in the face for the last time.

Gusti was crying that night. Again Mitha saw her father crying in a third of the night. After the tahajjud prayer is still on the prayer mat with both hands still looking up.

"Yes Allah..why is the burden of life so heavy that I have to bear? Trials and trials come and go without stopping. Until the body that began to be fragile is difficult to hit it. Until when did all this end, O Allah.." without shame Gusti as much as before his Rob.

Mitha's heart was pinched watching the father's pain. How proud and powerful he was before his wife and children. Yet it is so weak and frail before its Catholic.

With the damn thing tonight, it was as if Mitha was adding salt over Gusti's heart wound. The old wounds have not dried up.

The failure of Meella and Mirza's marriage alone Gusti's condition is still unstable. Especially if Gusti to know the current condition, about Mitha who has caught and beat her future husband cheating with other women. After finding out himself has cancelled the wedding. The wedding will be held tomorrow morning.

Mitra ruffled her hair in frustration while squealing in dismay.

"Sorry Thatha, Dad.." The great-grandson.

In Mitha's eyes suddenly Gusti's shadow danced with such a happy hue. At that time Gusti was looking at the room that would be a place to be used as a wedding ceremony and wedding reception. He even helped organize and give direction to the decorator.

Mitha smiled at her father's behavior. Sok is a commanding foreman. Everything he does is unnecessary. Because it can damage the concept that has been neatly arranged from the wedding organizer.

"Father hope your marriage and Dicky can go well. Last until grandparents, until death separates," Gusti said expectantly.

"Dad didn't want your marriage to fail like... Lala," he continued, pressing Meella's name. "Dad can't imagine how it repeated. I can't bear to be ashamed anymore. Father.." The man could not continue his words. It seemed that he was so distressed and too sad to imagine everything that was in his mind.

Mitha cried bitterly. His footsteps were relentless down the deserted paved road. The girl seemed to allow herself to drift away in deep sadness. Usually in these circumstances he would contact Sarah, Yasmin or Amel. But not this time. In her brain, she remembers only one name, Meella.

Without a second thought he grabbed his phone from the bag that was draped on his back. Find a name and then name it. On the third ring the phone just connected.

"Hello, La.." he exclaimed quickly. Without hiding his sadness. Mitha let the sound of her sobs break and was heard all the way to the end there.

"Gue don't know why everything should happen this time? I did not expect the fate of my marriage that had not even happened could be rich gini. I don't know what to tell Dad about this. While Dad is still sick because of the failure of the marriage. Now I'm failing too. I can't imagine how Dad will feel. I don't know what to do now? I don't know..." Mitha continued to speak without pause. It was as if only he could speak. Regardless of the interlocutor across there he immediately ended his phone call unilaterally.

In a different place, Meella was wearing a wedding dress standing in front of a large mirror. Just fell silent while putting a flat object next to his right ear. He immediately fell down on the floor. Roared in tears after getting a call from Mitha.

Meella was very sad because it wasn't just her that failed. Also Mitha, her twin sister also failed when only waiting tomorrow morning.

What's the matter? Is this a curse to her and Mitha?

Mitha then started crying again. Without dampening his footsteps that go somewhere will take him away. His brain feels dead. Just thinking about tomorrow he couldn't. Of course she could not, if she had to say honestly that her marriage was void because her future husband had cheated on her in front of his own eyes at a hotel in Gusti.

How can Mitha refuse if the MUA dress her as a bride? Because the groom-to-be won't come. Busy struggling with his cheating woman at the hotel.

How does he have to tell the building that his wedding is not being held? All the decorations are done tonight.

Hows it?

Hows it?

Hows it?

It was just a question that popped up in his brain without coming up with the right solution.

I don't know how far Mitha's foot has gone. How many tears Mitha had shed had never counted them. Only the silence tonight has left him in even more torment. But in his heart he had hoped that all this was just a nightmare.

Mitha did not care about the surrounding environment. He only walked in sadness and empty thoughts. Fearlessly walked past a group of large, tattooed people.

"Hi girl.. Why are you alone at night? Let's not be lonely, brother Temenin," said one of them who has now stood in the way of Mitha.

Mitha simply fluttered with her cheeks that were still wet.

"Lho, how did you cry first anyway, neng, right balloons are like these brothers?" scold the others with the largest bodies.

"Yes, neng. Don't be sad. Mending follow Brother, we play also fun so that the Eneng is not sad anymore," persuaded the man whose body is the thinnest.

Mitha was still silent with her blank look forward. But when one of the striped men began to grab his hand about to kiss, the girl who was good at martial arts revolted. Instantly the shadows of Dicky and Raisya drop by in his memory. Sontak made him shudder in disgust.

Mitha's eyes widened in shock after realizing she was surrounded by rancid rascals who were thirsty.

"What do you want?" mitha snapped loudly but was greeted with amused naughtiness from the men who deserved to be called thugs. But not pre eat, right?

"Udah neng. Brother knows Eneng again sad to need entertainment," said the man with a stocky body. His eyes glanced at his friend as if giving a code.

"Yes neng. Here Brother entertain. I guarantee that Eneng will be happy. Addicted instead," chimpanzees his friend who has a fussy face. While others laughed satisfied.

Mitha's reflexes moved backwards followed by a forward motion by them. Instead of wanting to run away instead his right and left hands caught them standing on his right and left. Mitha was hard to move. Want to beat them to pieces. But the plan he broke first while thinking and trying to find a gap to be able to act.

They look so happy to catch a girl as beautiful as Mitha. Wrestling her nose and rubbing Mitha's cheeks as good as their stomachs. While the girl can only brush off even for free. They move faster than their reflexes.

When Mitha was being led with her right and left hand still in their grip. Whether they would take her where, Mitha did not ask. Two people walked in front of him. Two others were behind him. But Mitha was quite smart reading the situation. It could quickly find a gap that could be used to rebel, and put up a fight against them.

Mitra deliberately kicked and pushed the two thugs on his right and left side. Until they break their grip. Following which with a quick movement he kicked the two thugs that were walking in front of him. Inevitably they almost fell to the asphalt.

The two people who were behind Mitha did not remain silent. Without warning they managed to hit Mitha's face and stomach. Finally a fierce fight broke out with a number that was not a draw. Of course everything was not in a draw considering Mitha who was only a girl with a thin body. While they are strong men.

Sometimes Mitha screams for help even though she realizes her efforts will be nil. No human beings pass around it. Moreover, it was late at night like this, where anyone would still want to roam. At most they are all comfortable in their respective mattresses with warm blankets.

Unlike Mitha, the nights instead of sleeping at home are fought with thugs, like superhuman heroes fighting criminals to eradicate crime like the stories in the movies.

All the thugs were beaten up by Mitha. But no less bonyok because it was gang-raped by six thugs at once. Mitha's energy is drained. Until falling into a slump position on the asphalt. Fresh blood poured from the corners of his lips and forehead as a result of the thugs' powerful punch. His breath was puffing trying to arrange it well. His eyes looked weakly unable to hide earlier.

"Oh my God, am I going to die right now?" her inner question was softened amidst her helplessness.

Suddenly Mitha's body felt floating uphill with her feet still touching the ground. Apparently the two herds of thugs pulled his right and left arms together. Then one of the other thugs pulled out his pocket knife from his jacket. Ready to direct right on Mitha's stomach is very flat and flat.

Mitra closed his resigned eyes when the small knife tore through the skin of his stomach smooth.

Bugh!

Plaque!

Nah!

Suddenly Mitha's body crashed back into the asphalt. Because the two thugs who were clutching both of Mitha's arms just let go. Without knowing why the girl did not protest or want to know. Mitha lost her consciousness. Maybe tonight is the last night of living in this world. Maybe soon the angel of death will come to pick up his soul.

Ah, damn it!

Am I dead?

Aihs... Why should I die silly like this?

If it's like this, I can go to heaven. Well, at most I went to hell first.

Burned me alive. Surely I am too hot to be in pain!

God... Why the hell do I have to be like this? What a death spree? I was young!

I wish I could nego God.. Rich mama-emak again shopping in the market!

Honey, God the law is absolute. Not rich vegetable artisans can be bargained...

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Hi readers. sorry yes the story is rich gini. The effect of gabut author abis wake up sick but a lot of work piles up everywhere.

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