Twin Love Persons

KCK_C2#48

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Mitha opened her eyes slowly. Then blinked a few times as the bright white light dazzled his eyes. Showing the view in all directions. Researching the place he currently occupies. The dominance of white.

What is this place?

Is this called the Hereafter?

If so, then I'm dead dong!

It's sad that I haven't announced...

Ah, but...

"You're sober?" the heavy voice greeted Mitha's rungu in the form of a question.

A pair of Mitha's black irises instantly widened. Moving his head to find the source of the sound. He was shocked to see someone familiar in his eyes.

"It's good if you're conscious" the man in the green melon shirt put a stethoscope in his ear, having previously checked the rate of the infusion line that stuck beautifully on the back of Mitha's hand.

Mitha froze to the face of the man who was now examining his upper chest using a stethoscope. His eyes hardly blinked. Trying to awaken his own soul as if it were still in the clouds. Then spread his eyes once more. Researching the place he originally thought was the afterlife... It seems to be still in the nature of the world.

"Calm down, now you're safe" he said as if confirming.

Suddenly Mitha jumped in shock from her lying position to sitting. When he realized he was somewhere that seemed like a treatment room. Ah... Unfortunately Mitha's stomach hurt a lot when her body moved suddenly. Until the grimacing of pain.

"Don't move much first" said the man, relaxing as he tidied up the stethoscope he was using.

"Your stomach is still bruised. So, it's best to move slowly."

"Aah?" mitha's face looked confused. "Where is this?" his tan re-enlosened his body that felt weak. And pain also in some parts of his body.

"Hospital," said the man briefly.

"Can't you?"

"Why?" instead of answering the man threw the question back.

"Yes.strange. A feeling..." Mitha tried to remember what had happened to her.

"You passed out beaten by thugs" continued the uniformed doctor.

"So you helped me out of those thugs?"

Again, Mitha was surprised. Immediately remember all the events that happened. Including Dicky's betrayal and that damn woman. His hands clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white.

The man said nothing. Just be quiet with his face. But Mitha can read from her silence which indicates yes. And looks shabby like a sleep-deprived person. Of course, his face looks coiled even though in reality does not melt his true good looks. Because last night when he came home from practice in the hospital he saw an odd incident on the side of the highway.

Who else did he see besides Mitha with the six fierce-looking thugs and sangar. It was very strange and surprising to see this phenomenon. Although not a natural phenomenon, it can still shock the universe if it goes viral on social media.

Hurriedly the man stopped the engine of his car and got out in a hurry, to immediately help Mitha who was already helpless. When he arrived one second late. Then it was impossible for the knife in the hands of the thug to move into Mitha's flat stomach and tear it apart.

With a single kick of his power it was able to make the blade float through the air, crashing down onto the ground. He was also forced to fight those ruthless thugs with punches and kicks with all his might. As a result they can be subdued, run off the ridge leaving him and Mitha.

"Who do you think helped you?" again he asked back. His lips refused to give an answer.

"Rega, oh sorry Doctor, thank you," he said awkwardly. Because it is not familiar since the time is still High School.

The man smiled strangely. Maybe he was laughing at Mitha who behaved miraculously. It reminds Rega of her twin brother, Garda. Because in High School, Garda is very famous for its delinquency.

"You're weird, why in the middle of the night flat blind instead of sleeping, resting stamina, you even fight with six thugs at once. Looks like you got nine lives, huh?" rega mocked Mitha.

"Gue is not a cat!" said ketus. "so no life nine." rolled his eyes panted.

Rega smiled obliquely.

"Whatever! Now you just rest. Five o'clock in the afternoon you can just go home,"

Rega moved about to leave Mitha.

"Five o'clock in the afternoon can we go home?" mitha said slowly. Staring at the hospital ceiling with an empty mind.

Suddenly he remembered something. Butwhat??? For a moment the girl was confused herself.

Is my brain so gesrek because he was beaten by thugs last night? His mind.

Oh, my God!

Suddenly Mitha could only remember about something she meant. Especially if it's not her wedding.

"Wait!" Mitha stopped the steps of Rega who was already in the doorway.

"What?" Rega turned his head over his shoulder.

"Hour! What time is it?" mitha asked seriously.

Rega raised his right wrist. Looking at the clockwise direction on the watch that was coiled around his wrist.

"Seven o'clock in the morning."

"What?!" pekik surprised.

Rega nodded in wonder.

In a hurry Mitha got up to sit even though she had to endure the pain. Next to his hand moved pulling the infusion needle that stuck on the back of the other hand. Regardless of the blood that flowed from the prick of the infusion needle, he got down from the hospital gurney. Then step forward leaving the room.

"Where are you going?" Rega panicked at the blood pouring from the back of Mitha's hand. Trying to hold back the stubborn girl's departure.

"Why did you pull it? Aren't you afraid of the danger that your ridiculous act has caused you just now?" rega spray blocked his bloodied hands.

"Please! I have to go home right now!" mitha was weak.

"You can't go home now. Your body is still weak. Besides, watch your blood keep flowing! If it continues to be left like this you can bleed to death," spray Rega annoyed to see the girl's silliness.

"Gue doesn't care! Anyway I have to go home now! I can't be late!" pekik Mitha was so stubborn. Eyes glazed. Almost crying.

"OKAY. But at least you close the wound on your hand, "for the first time Rega speaks in a high tone to his patients.

"Look! A lot of blood is coming out!" raising Mitha's hand while showing the owner.

"Still," Mitha said softly as Rega finished putting bandages on the back of his hand. The look in his eyes led to the tired face of the man.

"Thank you? For?" ask Rega to hang but Mitha understood the direction of the question. His eyes flashed with the girl still staring at him.

"For your good. Because I want to help. Maybe if you didn't help me at that time, my life was already lost."

"That's all?" Rega cut off his eye contact with Mitha.

"Yes. Because before I thought, I was koit. To think I was already in the afterlife," Rega smiled broadly as if laughing at Mitha's stupidity.

"Sorrys. Maybe now I can't repay your kindness. But one day I can," he continued.

Rega just kept silent not responding.

"It's over, right?" mitha asked to make sure.

"Hm." Rega nodded his head.

"Once again I say thank you," he said before really moving away. Without waiting for an answer from Rega, Mitha immediately left.

*

Eight in less than fifteen minutes.

With a battered face Mitha arrived at the building where she held her wedding series. All the decorations are neat. Guest tables and chairs, tables and chairs, pelaminan, buffet tables complete with places to put food, plates, tablespoons and forks, water glasses are all neatly arranged in place.

Some people in uniform, they are the staff of the wedding organizer he rented, seem to be passing by still checking every corner of the room. To make sure no one gets missed.

Some guests appear to have arrived occupying the seats that have been provided. They seemed to ignore Mitha who was staring in the middle of the room. Maybe they do not realize if the bride they will be Salami later is already in place. But they can't be blamed. Blame Mitha herself who looked so strange. Until not a few people shudder to see it.

Suddenly, her tears rolled. How'this? Everything is ready but the bride?...

"Mother Mitha?" one of the staff came to him. Maybe he recognized Mitha's face that looked different.

Hurriedly Mitha wiped her rough tears. Showing a forced smile.

"Why did you just come?" the look on the female staff's face looked a little angry and riled up. "from earlier everyone nyariin Mbak. Where are you going?"

Earlier this morning there was a stir because Mitha was not home. Even Gusti and Maryam had looked for him everywhere. Even to contact the wedding organizer who is on duty in this wedding building.

"I'm sorry, I woke up bad," she said. Maybe his tongue could lie. But the bruises around his face could not lie.

"Yes my... Maud. Why is his face so bruised, abis fighting, huh?" the look of surprise was evident in the staff's eyes. Then touch Mitha's chin carefully.

"Oh, no papa. I just stuck it out while I was sleeping last night. You see, I slept in my sister's room" he explained looking for an excuse. He didn't think the reason didn't make any sense at all.

The female staff simply frowned in surprise. Then dragged Mitha to the make up room that was already provided. And Mitha was supposed to stay at this hotel with the family. But he chose to sleep at home.

It was not only the staff who had met her just now who were shocked to see Mitha's appearance. Except for everyone who saw it. Including the MUA who dress it. Even to the amazement. Fortunately Gusti and Maryam did not see Mitha's condition like that. When he saw it, he could not imagine what would happen next?

"Mom, can I see my mom first?" mitha interrupted.

"Oh, Ma'am, we don't have time. The show starts at eight. While Mbak has not been in makeup and has not been dressed anyway," protested the woman objected.

"But, Ma'am!" he kept pressing his last word.

The female staff heaved a heavy sigh. Massaging his sudden temples felt throbbing pain.

"Re, how? Hasn't Mitha met yet?" asked a staff man who suddenly appeared with a panicked face approaching them.

"Udah," he said briefly.

"Where?" the staff guy was clinging.

"Now!" the cry pointed towards Mitha.

"Elo sure?"

The expression on the young man's face looked doubtful. Because Mitha's face that looks different than usual makes it so strange. And Mitha understood him deeply.

Female staff sniffing shoulders. Maybe he's not really sure either.

Mitha did not want to bother with their debate. Stupid fuck!

"Slow down yes, Ma'am," Mitha's message as her face will be polished. Because his face still hurts when touched. But it's not really that sentence that he should say. But the sentence of rejection because of his marriage to Dicky was canceled.

Oh my God.. How is this?

Mitha was forced to dress up because one of the wedding organizer staff repeatedly reminded the wedding ceremony to start at exactly eight. While the clock has shown eight less than ten minutes. The time it takes to polish the face alone can take an hour more. Not the part of the hair that must be in the acid, wear a bun, a konde skewer and others. Also the costumes and attributes.

MUA's side was upset because of Mitha's delay. And the condition of his face that requires a lot of forage due to bruises. Of course it's not enough just ten minutes. Because they are not magicians who are only bim salabim then everything can be sorted out.

"Bak, just relax make up. Not necessarily the prospective groom came on time," Mitha chanted to make the person who would wear her up shrivel in wonder.

*

This morning Meella deliberately permission not to enter the office to attend the wedding of her twin sister, Mitha. therefore she departed early in the morning so as not to come late to witness the sacred event. although actually in his heart he is not sure 100% of the event will still be carried out, after last night Mitha tearfully reported about Dicky who had cheated on other women.

Meella was also saddened by what Mitha had experienced even though she was not herself experiencing the suffering directly. Perhaps this is the so-called inner bond between a pair of twin brothers.

Hh.. It turns out that dickhead is also Dicky!

At 09:15 Meella arrived at the wedding venue for Mitha and Dicky. It is quite late when adjusting the time stated in the invitation card. It was not Meella's heart's intention to arrive late. Except because of the rampant traffic on the highway. Automatically hampers time.

When you're just stepping foot on the floor of a building, in the doorway. Meella sees some people trying to get inside, and walks quickly ahead of her. Even the man hit his shoulder. Either because it's too late, like Meella, or something else. He really does not know, and does not want to know.

Suddenly the girl in glasses minus hesitated when her footsteps had already passed the doorway. There was a feeling of worry and fear enveloping his heart. Worried that Gusti saw his presence. Fear of his presence is not desired by both parents. Although his arrival was so expected by Mitha.

It was as if Meella's courage was eroded and shrunk. Then exhale a long breath. At least to help relieve his two chest cavities that felt began to tight. Also to strengthen the heart so that it can remain strong in the face of all that is feared will happen later.

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