Twin Love Persons

KCK_S2#50

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Everyone was hysterical to see Gusti fall unconscious in front of the dead table. Mitha hurriedly propped up her head so as not to hit the floor. He fell on the floor holding Gusti's head. With tears Mitha drove Dicky out of his presence. But the man did not want to shift his steps an inch.

"Go you Dicky, I won't see your face again!"

"So, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here with you, "please, Dicky is steadfast.

"Go! Go!" mitha shouted in the building.

The furious mat saw Dicky's stubborn demeanor, quickly pushing the man's body rough. Until it slips back. The guests are hysterical.

Amel hurriedly pulled on her husband's arm so as not to cause a commotion that would add to the already chaotic atmosphere.

Sarah and Yasmin try to persuade Dicky to leave this place immediately. But Dicky was too stubborn, so hard to compromise. The two girls who chose to give up had run out of ideas to negotiate.

"Well, Dad, I woke up, Dad." Maryam sat down next to Gusti. Patting her husband's face.

All the shame and prestige of Mitha vanished when he saw Gusti's condition lying unconscious. Wailing to call Gusti Dad. He paid no heed to the slanted talk about his embarrassing marriage after this. Because among the guests were present all the fellow teachers and principals, as well as some people from the city's education service. As well as the guardians of the students and the students although not one hundred percent attended all.

Meella wanted to run through the crowd in front. But his power was not strong enough to split the wall of the man. Like a fool who can only watch from afar.

"Doctor! Doctor! Are any of the guests working as doctors?" one of the wedding organizers shouted in hopes of getting immediate first aid.

While the people who are members of the wedding committee of the wedding organizer, without direct command share the task. Some carried Gusti's body to another room that was more sterile. And there's someone in charge of giving instructions to the invitees to stay calm. Not to miss calming pak penghulu and four witnesses who look confused. Then they move to a quieter place.

Not long ago someone claimed to be a doctor approaching. Request permission to check Gusti's condition.

Mitha and Maryam hugged each other in bitter tears. Suddenly Mitha let go of her embrace as her shoulders felt something touching. It was Meella who appeared before him. Without speaking he immediately hugged his one-womb sister. Crying so-so no matter her makeup will fade by her tears that are more like rain water, very heavy.

Meella can't cover up her grief, or pretend to be strong. Her tears fell as much as Mitha's tears.

Maryam also joined in hugging her twin daughters with endless sobs.

"The patient is awake" added a man who claimed to be the doctor, after finishing examining Gusti.

Without Meella's command, Mitha and Maryam took off each other's arms. Then move towards that person. It turns out it was Rega. Doctors who usually handle Gusti every time they check into the hospital.

"The patient wants to meet his family" he said flatly.

Without saying anything Mitha directly barged in to see the Father, still clumped weakly on a simple mattress.

"Dad..." Mitha immediately hugged Gusti.

Meella and Maryam were stunned to see the photocopying figure of the Guard. Netra they meet each other and mute.

"I'm sorry, excuse me," exclaimed Rega courteously at the two women in front of him. He was about to leave, "want to call an ambulance from the hospital."

"Thank you, doctor... Rega..," said Meella hesitated. Making the owner of the name turn his head then nod as if to say, equally.

Meella went inside after Maryam left her. But he only reached the door. Not going in. Choosing to hide behind the walls of the room stepped with the room where Gusti was.

Not long after two committee members brought the ruler and four witnesses into the room, where Gusti was. Rega came after him.

Meella who was standing around just stared at their arrival with a questioning look. Then somehow at first, Meella vaguely hears the voice of the ruler starting the process of marriage contract inside. Which was immediately greeted by the voice of a man saying kabul ijab.

Meella slowly tilted her head, sticking out a peek from the wide-open door. Her tears flowed again when she saw the marriage process. Perhaps at Gusti's dying request to keep the event going as it should. Although not in accordance with what has been well planned by the wedding organizer. And the most astounding thing is that the figure of the groom is not Dicky. Except Rega.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Qarmitha Aulia Rahmah bint Gusti Nugroho with mascawin paid in cash."

The man steadily and fluently said kabul ijab in Gusti, accompanied by Maryam, while shaking the hands of the ruler and witnesses.

Meella was shocked when her shoulder was suddenly patted from behind. Kontan looked up at his face.

"Why not just go in?" yasmin Tease.

"Yes, come in anyway, why is it also just antap-peek doang," said Sarah astonished.

Meella was silent with a forced smile.

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Gusti was forced to be rushed to the hospital because his condition was very worrisome. After returning unconscious, Rega finished reciting the kabul ijab and confirmed by the witnesses. Immediately taken in an ambulance.

Maryam cried incessantly in the ambulance with her husband. In addition to lamenting Gusti's condition. She was worried about her husband's safety.

Mitha is pulled by Sarah and Yasmin into Yasmin's car. They followed Gusti and Maryam to the hospital. While Amel used his car with the children, as well as her husband, Tikeng.

Mitha's condition is not okay. Same with Mary. Even as a suffering person, Mitha was more beaten and sadder than others. Not to mention the unbearable shame. Although Rega was willing to sacrifice to cover up the family's shame. Still, it does not become all good. Maybe a lifetime is not necessarily people will be able to forget. Of course it's been his disgrace all his life.

Heh, shit!

One after another became more numerous, the invited guests left the failed wedding hall. No one wants to care and endure after everything that happened.

"**** ..." Raisya tried to say hello to talk. The girl crouched down in front of the man she thought belonged to. Touching Dicky's arm gently. But immediately snapped violently by the owner.

"You better get out of here. I'm lazy to look at that face of yours" Dicky said, throwing away a girl who was no less bad than him.

"But,****.., i..." Raisya hesitated to continue his words.

Dicky raised his face to give a swear sentence to Raisya. Everything that happened last night was his. If it wasn't that girl who suddenly contacted him. Pretending to be drunk at a nightclub. Then trap him by forcing him to drink a glass of water that seems to have been spiked something. Otherwise, Dicky wouldn't be crazy. Waving his depraved lust at Raisya. Also because of the persuasion that makes Dicky complacent and forget himself. It was a hot night inside the hotel.

Dicky had no idea who had informed Mitha about him and Raisya at the hotel? Until the girl beat Dicky and Raisya mercilessly. But Dicky did not blame Mitha's bar-bar deeds. She understood very well how she felt when she saw her future husband doing indecent acts. Dicky still loves Mitha. Fortunately it was not made dead in his hands. Yes, it is still said to be profitable even though battered. Because he knows how Mitha's nature gets out of control. With a qualified martial ability is not impossible if the girl to the heart finish her life at that time.

Oh my God.. Why is it like this? Had Dicky not come to see Raisya last night, none of this would have happened. And it could be that his marriage to Mitha could go well. Sah became a married couple with a happy hue. If only.. if only now only the word if and wish...

"Hm.. is this your goal, Raisya?"

Suddenly the two depraved creatures turned to the direction of the sound. The two looked up, staring at the glasses girl minusly standing looming before them.

"Now I understand. Why do you want to justify any means to destroy my marriage and Mitha. How obsessed you are with Dicky, until you ignore our feelings. And, the worst is your brother. Because of your selfishness, you are so willing to destroy his feelings. And you, his only beloved sister."

"That's it. I don't know if what I saw was you" Raisya stammered. He stood up. Followed by Dicky.

"If I knew it was you, I might have done all that" he continued.

Meella smiled disdainfully.

"Why do you dress like that? As far as I know you look cute with your ugly reading glasses," Raisya did not want to admit his mistake. As much as possible he defended himself and sought justification not to be blamed.

"So, this is your real face, Dek?" suddenly Mirza's voice interrupts. I don't know when he's been here. None of them realized it.

Raisya was surprised to hear that familiar voice. Without being told he could already guess who the owner of the voice was. Slowly and with a stiff movement the girl turned her head. His pair of eyes widened in shock at the stiff face of the older brother.

"M-Mas Mirza" he said. Her eyes were hot staring at the cold face of the older brother.

"Is that so, Dek?" todong Mirza is serious.

Raisya let out her cultural tears to obtain the forgiveness from Mirza. A powerful weapon that never misses its target. But this time it seemed like his weapon was blunt, losing its power. Mirza's reaction was too cold and flat. Not as usual so loving and warm.

"Mas Mirza, I-I..."

"Sir, do you know how much Mas is the same as you? Whatever you ask for, even what you don't ask for, do you always love me sincerely for you?"

Raisya just cried considering how good Mirza was to her. The man never demanded revenge for the good he had been given. He just wanted to see his only sister always smiling happily without her whack of grief.

"I'm sorry, Mas. I never meant to destroy Mas Mirza's dream" he said in regret. "me..."

"You should talk about the two of you family matters at home, not in public like this. It's also unethical not to be seen by many people," Meella's voice was heard interrupting, interrupting Raisya who was talking to Mirza.

Afterwards he hurried away leaving behind all this chaos. And he did not want to linger in the environment of two sinners who had the heartache of Mitha, his twin sister. Not that Meella's a sinless saint. It could be that Meella's sin is even bigger than others. Because of the humiliation he had done but not intentionally. Because there is no man who has no sin and wrong on this earth. Except for Prophet Muhammad.

Especially with Mirza's sudden presence. It makes Meella uncomfortable. And that sense of sin felt more real. Meella doesn't want to hurt Mirza anymore. Not only does it feel sinful to sleep with another man. Even though he was engaged to her. But he had secretly lied to others, including Mirza and himself.

Meella said she had opened her heart to accept the man to be her husband. In reality, the door of his heart was never really open. Until this very second, his mind and heart were only filled with Guards and Guards. Not with his soul and body. But Meella always felt that the Guard would live in her heart, until life in the body was separated from the body.

Mirza immediately turned her eyes to the girl she missed so much. His eyes glazed over with longing gazes. His lips covered a small smile, barely visible. Happy in his chest. It was very desirable that he ran towards her, then hugged tightly so as not to easily escape.

So big was his longing for Meella that he could not count, how many times he wasted his time in vain. Looking for Meella's whereabouts somewhere. It was as if his tracks were lost to the earth. Mirza was hanging on the street like a madman. Damaging himself by consuming illegal drinks at night clubs he visited.

Since that night Mirza was no longer able to meet, face to face with Meella. Except in dreams almost in every sleep. Mirza was not just sitting around expecting Meella's presence.

As much as possible, he repeatedly tried to contact Meella by phone every day. Although in the end Mirza swallowed disappointment due to the number he was shown never lifted by the owner of the number.

Doesn't stop there. Mirza is still trying to send dozens of short messages and voice messages on the same number. Again, he was disappointed because all his messages were not even a single reply from him. Not even read. Just one check. Until he had thought, could Meella have changed her contact number?

Mirza's steps are limped to want to get closer to the person she misses. But only two steps Meella had stepped away from him with her cold highlight.

"Meel..." Mirza hurriedly blocked the girl's arm before actually going away and disappearing from her sight.

Meella's steps suddenly stopped. Looking at his arm that had been blocked by the man he had deliberately avoided. He did not want to see the man hurt any deeper for what had happened. Not the intention to hurt. But all this has been the fate of the Almighty. Although through the intermediary of Raisya.

Meella had not asked for her arm to be released from Mirza's hand. His sight was not perfectly lifted either. Suddenly Mirza pulled Meella's arm even stronger. Until Meella's body slammed and fell in Mirza's arms.

Grab!

"Meella, please don't go again, Meel... I miss you so much. Very, very, very much missed you. I don't want us to be apart anymore. I can't live without you by my side" she whispered half a whisper in front of Meella's ear.

Meella was speechless, staring speechlessly.

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