Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#49

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Suddenly something happened inside the building. How surprised he is at the moment. Not because there is a spectacular flower show. Nor is there an event that smells romantic so that people are carried away and melted feelings made.

Meella had imagined. If this event is a wedding ceremony with Garda accompanied by the marriage of Mitha and Dicky. Whoa... How wonderful it would be then, if it really happened.

But alas, the thing he saw right now was not the thing he wanted. A pair of black slices behind his minus glasses, capturing shocking, pathetic scenes full of tears. I don't know what really happened before he arrived here. What is clear is that it makes everyone in this building dumbfounded while shedding tears.

What's the matter?

What the hell's going on?

Meella's mind and brain were filled with questions. But he chose to stay in place, not daring to approach even just to get the desired answer. He was just standing around behind the crowd of invited guests, coincidentally they were standing in front of their respective seats.

All eyes are on the table to be used for the wedding. There already stands Gusti, Maryam, Mitha, who is currently wearing his wedding dress, complete with a bun and accessories. The three of them were dealing directly with Dicky, who actually did not wear clothes like a groom in general. In addition there are two parents Dicky accompanied by some relatives.

The atmosphere at the moment feels very stressful. It seems unworthy to be called a wedding party but it is a battleground. It's very strange, but that's what's happening right now.

Meella frowned until both her eyebrows were almost in chains. He's thinking hard about what's really going on here. Why did it suddenly become chaotic like this?

While the pengupulu who was supposed to be in charge of marrying Dicky and Mitha, and 4 witnesses they seemed to sit quietly in their respective seats with confused faces.

All the invitees were just watching and whispering about Dicky and Mitha. Surprisingly, their noisy voice, sounded like the sound of flies ringing in Meella's ears. Make his head attacked by pain and nausea simultaneously.

Meella cannot hear Gusti's conversation with Dicky's family. He could only see the man's face crimson with rage. Mitha and Maryam were just sobbing. For the first time for Meella to see Mitha crying all the way. Because what he knows, Mitha is not typical of whiny girls. In fact, he almost never cried all his life, despite whatever suffering he suffered.

Yasmin, Sarah, and Amel who were sitting in the guest chair, hurriedly ran over to Mitha. They hugged him from behind and from the side as if giving him strength to stay firm.

Not long ago Raisya came with his parents as well. They are no less horrendous, especially the sound of his mother, heard rolling. The woman was very angry at Mitha. He accused and held accountable for the physical violence Mitha committed on Raisya.

Amidst the debate suddenly the white screen on the side of the guarantee lighted up, playing a video.

I don't know who did it. Definitely not part of the event committee. They seemed lost to stop the video spinning. But they can't do it.

They're very panicked. Because the video that is being aired is not a video of a series of love stories between Mitha and Dicky. To prepare for the video they had already shot a month before their wedding day. To be the wonderful momentum of their part of life. Rather than a video of the syur between Dicky and another woman, it was none other than Raisya. His voice in the video was deliberately made as loud as possible to echo throughout the building.

Everyone present in the wedding hall turned their eyes to the source of the sound. They were both surprised at once. There are also those who scream hysterically so surprised to see the embarrassing scene.

Oh, blimey!

By Allah!

Athaghfirullah!

Dicky's face looked pale, embarrassed. So did Raisya and his parents. They were slapped by the actions of their children.

"Suckers! Bastard!" hardik Gusti reflexes his hand raised into the air slapping Dicky's face so hard.

The man was very angry with those who seemed to have thrown dirt on his face. Also embarrassing in front of the invited guests present here.

Everyone was silent to watch the show. No one dared to speak.

Mitha closed her gaping mouth in shock with one hand. Her tears are spilling again. And so did Meella. Without realizing it he was moving the same reflex as Mitha.

After that Gusti suddenly held his chest that felt pain accompanied by pain and tightness simultaneously. Then he fell unconscious on the floor.

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The guard immediately darted away leaving his office. Driving his luxury sports car, he goes to the alleged hideout of the man who was already involved in his hot night with Meella a while ago. After getting that information from his man a while ago.

In fact, even if the Guard were to extend the matter, there would be nothing to worry about as a result of the incident for career development or its relationship with Bianca. His engagement relationship is also still adem ayem. No protest has the potential to undermine all his future plans with his fiancee.

But somehow there was something that always pushed the heart of the Guard to always find out. Got to! Can't not! Otherwise, there would be something that made his soul uneasy.

Until the Guard on the building in the form of a workshop and steam with the name,

ABABIL MOTORCYCLE WORKSHOP

STEAM WASHER MOTOR AND CAR ABABIL

Instantly the new Guard came down from his car stunned, standing looking at the name ABABIL on the sign. Really, he was very familiar with that name, ABABIL. But his brain's memory holds nothing about him. Until there are no memories to remember.

The Guard stepped steadily inside the building. Leaving his car parked on the side of the road. Spread the view to all parts of the place you do not want to visit. But his footsteps led all the way to this foreign place. Though the car does not need maintenance or washed in the steam.

"Boss, ..." with a friendly smile Rombeng greeted as he walked over. All ABABIL employees always call the Boss to every visitor who comes to their place as a familiar greeting.

Rombeng looked at the man in the suit who was still behind him. There was no strange thought in his mind accepting the arrival of that person. Until the moment the figure turned his body towards him. A pair of eyes in the typical uniform of the workshop employee widened in shock.

'Ga-Garda?' inner Rombeng shouted. Eyes glazed. His heart cheered with joy at the arrival of the man he had missed for years. Ryan said that the Guard is still alive.

The guard frowned in surprise at the longing expression that the man he was already unfamiliar with was looking at. Instantly he shuddered in horror, afraid that the man before him was not a pure man. But the turn guy who likes oranges eats oranges. Ah, amit-amit!

But there was a sudden intrusion in the deepest recesses of his heart. I don't know what or how he doesn't know clearly. It was just that the man who suddenly pecked before him felt familiar in his eyes. I can't remember what memories have happened.

"Sorry, Boss. Can we help you?" rombeng broke the ice. A friendly and warm smile returned to his lips.

"Well..." The guard stuttered, sighing in confusion as to what to say to avenge him.

It is impossible for the courtesy that the man has shown to be reciprocated with swearing. Although in reality she was angry, wanted to meet someone who had made her sleep with Meella. And I want to make calculations with him. Unfortunately, he still does not know who that person is. Of course the Guard did not dare to be careless which would eventually trouble itself.

"Boss, do you want to wash the steam, do you want to take care of the car?" asked Rombeng with all his might to withstand the turmoil in the chest.

The sonic who was struggling on the motorbike that had been dismantled, glanced towards Rombeng who was talking to a man in a suit in front there.

Instantly the screwdriver in his hand just slipped apart, as his net caught the figure. A person who has been sorely missed all this time. Not made up, but it's real. No tears escaped the sonic eye.

"Garda!" the whisper was rising to his feet. Staring even more closely the stocky body but his face did not look changed in the slightest.

Sonic steps are slow yet steady. Step by step his feet led him right in front of the Guard.

The Guard was shocked by the sudden arrival of Sonic before him. Moreover, seeing the radiated look of the eyes was the same as the person who first greeted him.

What's the matter?

Who're they?

Why do their facial expressions look strange?

The Inner Guard continued to ask without knowing the answer.

Suddenly the head of the Guard throbbed pain accompanied by the shadows of the past that came alternately. The more he tried to remember, the more pain it felt as if he wanted to kill him. Both of the Guard's hands were already raised touching the side of his head. His body wriggled restlessly withstanding the pain that was afflicting him.

"Gar, Guard, Guard, elo why?" I don't know whose voice went into the woods. So panicked and caring.

"Elo why, Bro?" ask for another voice.

The voices were very familiar in his ears. But he could not recognize the owner of the voice. The Guard was no longer able to endure the pain. His head kept bowing with hands that were no longer massaging. Instead of pulling strong to the point of strangling in his grasp.

"Aararghhh!" he continued to feel a pulse of pain in his head. His head was moving restlessly. Shoulders vibrate. The sweat on his forehead poured down his face and neck.

Not just once. But many times the Guard cried out hysterically in the same position. It's not like he's never experienced the same thing. But only this time I felt this pain.

"What is this really about? Why does my head hurt so much, as if it was going to break? Aaaarrghh!" his his hiss was ended by a loud shout.

It wasn't just Rombeng and Sonik who were panicking. Other employees and some customers who were sitting on the waiting bench provided, panicked and rushed towards the Guard.

Rombeng rushes to contact Ryan and other former ABABIL gang members by phone. Reporting the arrival of the Guard and its current condition.

Sonik asked other workshop employees to keep doing their duties as usual. No need to be affected by this incident. Afterwards with Rombeng dragging the body of the Guard that began to weaken, slowly unconsciousness went inside.

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The guard opened his eyes slowly. Grazed several times to neutralize his consciousness that had not yet fully accumulated perfectly.

I don't know how long the Guard has been lying on a long couch, in a room that's somewhere. It was as if there were no signs of life here. The LED lights hanging on the ceiling over his face look bright. It also illuminates the entire room that can be reached by its sense of sight.

Still in a lying position, the Guard is looking for the creatures of the inhabitants of this house. It seems impossible if he is alone here.

The Guard still remembered about the beginning of his existence here. Even though his memory was cut off. Maybe he fainted. So, that part could not be stored properly in the memory of his brain. Take a long breath.

Reluctantly the Guard rose from his lying position to sit down. Both of his feet touched the floor. His hands were on the sides of his body touching the sofa.

Circulating his gaze combed every corner of the room. Until his gaze accidentally fell on a photo attached to the wall. Not too big nor is it small the size of the photo.

Garda got up to his feet to clearly see what the photo was. Just a photo of a group of teenage boys in white-gray uniforms. Unkempt and impressed. Very does not reflect good school students and obey the rules.

In the photo, three young men squat, lined up to embrace each other. Behind them, a tall man was too tall and his body was stocky, his skin the darkest among the others. He was standing in the middle, flanked by two motorcycles that could be said to be not very good, nor bad. With a sideways position leaning on one of the motors on its side.

The motorcycle on the left side of the dark-skinned man, was occupied by two young men his age. Not only them, but all the young people in the photo are the same age. Maybe it's just different month. One sits in front of the handlebar of the motor, the other sits in the back seat smiling with his head forward.

The other motorcycle. Also occupied by two young men. One behind with a silly expression. And the front one, one hand holding the handlebar of the motor, the other one clamping a cigarette that lit using the index finger and middle finger.

Garda had admired the figure of the young man, who was arguably the coolest compared to the others. Also the most handsome because his skin is the whitest of all the others. Moreover, his white shirt was wrapped in a milk chocolate jacket. Exactly the same as his jacket that used to be owned when....

Eh, wait! The guard frowned, recognizing who the figure was.

Is this me?!

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Hi readers. sorry his intention this episode wants to be updated together with yesterday's episode. To meet the requests of readers want to double up. The contact has not been extended so it follows now. Next time, the author try it.

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