Twin Love Persons

KCK_S2#51

Happy reading...

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Nearly an hour passed after the Guard's departure. Rombeng, Sonic, and Buchek arrive at ABABIL's workshop. They had all just finished lunch at a warteg not far from the workshop. It then went inside, the place where the Guard was left to rest after falling unconscious. They deliberately did not wait for the Guard because the work in the workshop was a lot.

In addition to the three young men who were average fond of keeping whiskers and thin beards. There's also Ryan aka Keling. The dapper-looking young man walked in behind, following Sonic. With great difficulty and definitely using the reason for the sudden arrival of the Guard to the workshop. Ryan wants to take his time. He said he was busy taking care of the family business.

The work in the workshop was mostly finished. There are two people who help get their work done, in addition to taking care of steam motors and cars. So, for now Rombeng, Sonik, and Buchhek can relax for a moment. Also want to see the current condition of the Guard.

"Eh, where are the people?" buchek asked in surprise when he found no one inside.

"Well, how can you say that?" timpal Sonic wonder. The index finger of his right hand was pointing towards the sofa that Garda had slept on.

"Not numbers, dodol... You think magic?" cerca Rombeng was anxious to see Sonic's stupid expression.

Ryan snorted softly. His face looked disappointed. Though he had already martial arts coming, leaving behind a myriad of his work in the office. And spend such precious time. Maybe it is not their destiny to get together again like before.

Then Ryan moved towards the sofa. Housed his ass on a single sofa, Garda's favorite place to be. Next to his hand is made to support using the elbow, while playing fine hairs under his chin. Without saying much he looked to be contemplating. But not a single person could guess the contents of his mind.

"Eh, kuya! Elo on no more lying to me right?" gushing annoyed. "elo know not, because of the phone elo, I defend coming here ninggalin my work in the office," he lamented while kneeling his temple that began to pulsate dizzy.

"Yes... Ling.., who lied to you anyway? The Guard had actually come here," Rombeng bought himself. Because he who told about the arrival was also the presence of the Guard here.

"Keep, don't know why, you know he fell unconscious. Abis it, I'm the same Garda bopong children here, naro he there," explained Rombeng pointed to the sofa that had been bedded by the Guard.

Ryan followed the direction of Rombeng's forefinger as he explained. He still sees all the explanations of his best friend.

"Gue doesn't lie, Ling. If you don't believe me, ask the kids. Why do I lie to Elo. We've been in office for a long time, a time of unbelief?"

"What Rombeng is talking about, we don't lie" Defended Sonik.

"Eh..," Buchek approached the wall where photographs of memories were displayed. The neutrals combed and probed one by one. Right, one of their photos doesn't exist. Possibly missing?

"Bro, bro, has anyone seen a photo here?" search for Buchek with your index finger pointing to an empty wall, where the missing photo is usually placed.

"What the hell, Chek? The question is not really useful?" sonic lamented just pasted his butt on the long sofa.

"Gee! Bacot lo!" buchek snarled annoyed.

Sonic smiled obliquely disdainfully.

Buchek remembered the photo on the wall, the only one that captured them in complete formation.

"Sit, Chek!" ryan looked up at the boy. His behavior is absurd. Looking at the wall? Is that so save it because of over-inflated?

"Did you just stand there?" ryan was intrigued to know.

"Rom, you're taking a picture here, aren't you?" instead of answering Buchek threw a question back. His eyes looked straight at Rombeng.

"Lack of work is very me, if I get to the brain-tinkering photos there," ambiguous answer given Rombeng. With an innocent face and very cute.

Buchek is still not up. The acute singles were very curious. Who exactly is the person who took the photo. If measured from nominal money, it certainly does not mean anything. But if you look at it from a historical point of view. It must have been very, very precious to his life and to his other friends.

The Guard had to leave without saying goodbye to the people who had helped him in the workshop. Also deliberately brought the photo without permission. It is not a commendable act that he did. Especially without thanking them for their help. And sorry there is none.

But what can be done, the Guard must leave immediately. And it takes that photo to investigate everyone in the photo. They investigate her dark past.

However, the Guard wanted to know his past. Although not lost one hundred percent; can still remember his childhood until the middle school. But when he sat in High School he did not remember too much. And a lot of faint ones were milling about in his memory memory.

"Boss," Dandi's voice sounded panicked as he encountered the Guard walking hurriedly towards his room.

"Yes, I know" he said as if he knew the heart of his assistant. Then he opened the door to his office quickly.

The Guard did not know the reason behind Andika's sudden arrival in his office. But he knew that the presence of the old Bangka was not just a simple mess, or just to visit his son. Who incidentally as the sole heir to his business empire.

"Pa," Guard stood in front of his own desk. Not daring to replace let alone expel the man he so revered to step away from his throne.

Andika who was originally sitting leaned back leisurely while supporting her feet, on top of her other legs under the table. While both hands are left perched spoiled on the arm of the chair. Now change position. Leaning his body forward with his ten fingers interlocked. It rests with the elbow on the table so that the chin can hang on it.

"Why just stand?" reprimand the old Bangka with a friendly smile, but the look of sharp eyes as if piercing through to the heart of the Guard.

"Sit down!" The guard nodded nervously.

In the heart of the Guard was sure that something was bothering Andika. Butwhat? About performance? It seems impossible. Because all his work is fine. The relationship with the client is no problem either. And recently he has managed to pocket a multi-billion-dollar cooperation contract with an Australian businessman.

Garda and Bianca's relationship is fine. It can be said that in harmony, there is never a meaningful quarrel. Could be the problem of her prospective in-laws who always whine on the grounds of asking for help in order to win the tender. Then, what?I don't know why the Guard's feelings suddenly worried.

But there's something the Guard is hiding. And was left a secret from Andika and others. Unless Dandi is deliberately involved to help him investigate the case. It's a secret between her and Meella.

Andika raised next to her eyebrows saw the expression on the son's face looked pensive. As if I was saving something. He can also catch the awkwardness well. However, the Casanova man was not willing to scrape something that might spoil the atmosphere.

Though his arrival this time specifically congratulated the success of the Guard to get a cooperation contract from a large company worth billions of rupiah. Automatically will add to the wealth of companies that pioneered from a young age. Let it be ignored first. Later after this he investigated carefully.

The man who was now almost five heads smirked with an illegible look. Back to changing position. This time he stood up from his seat. The sound of his footsteps was on the floor. Moving closer to the Guard.

"Do you know, Guard?" Andika started the conversation with a question.

"Papa deliberately came all the way from France, to come here specifically to meet you," the Guard gasped as Andika suddenly touched her back. Then pat him twice.

"Papa is proud of you. Because you can finally show your ability in business. So brilliant!" Andika spread both her hands into the air with a satisfied smile.

The guard who understood the meaning of his Papa immediately moved from his seat. Welcoming Andika's embrace. The two laughed happily together.

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Sarah and Yasmin walked together while hugging Mitha's shoulder. With tears as if they did not dry up they walked behind the nurse who was pushing the gurney towards the IGD room. They are not ceaseless to give encouragement and reinforcement to the friend who is sad precisely on his wedding day. His father fainted and his pain grew worse. His marriage to Dicky failed at the same time.

Nevertheless, there are things that can be said to be good luck or what. Because something ludicrous happened at that very moment. Mitha is married to Rega. High School friends who are not familiar with him at all just yet. They tend not to know each other. The guy who used to look stiff and cold like eternal snow on Mount Everest. Now he has transformed into a charismatic handsome doctor.

I don't know what the name was for Rega's heroic actions against Mitha. To be sure Mitha and the family were very grateful to him. For the greatness of his heart to help the dignity of the Gusti family so as not to be more embarrassed in front of invited guests. After being severely smeared by Mitha's future husband, none other than Dicky.

Amel deliberately chose to walk beside Maryam while hugging her shoulder. The woman continued to cry, walking beside the gurney. While Tikeng is assigned to look after his two children by his wife. Choosing to cover from the hospital. Switch to a playground outside the hospital environment. Hospitals are not good for healthy children. Even if it is only a personal perception.

IGD room door open. Mitha immediately stood up after waiting long enough in the waiting chair in front of the room. The rush approached Rega who had just walked out of that space.

"So, what's Dad's condition now?" mitha asked impatiently.

Rega was stunned to see the serious and sad expression mixed in worry displayed by the girl before him. A girl he hasn't married in an hour.

Fortunately Mitha called him Dok so as not to cause awkwardness.

"The patient's condition is currently stable. And will be transferred to the inpatient room, "he said very formally.

"Thank God," Mitha breathed a sigh of relief as she wiped the rough under her eyes. Remove any traces of wet tears.

"Thank you, uh. doctor," said Maryam, who recently joined. But he hesitated to call his daughter-in-law by what name. Since Mitha called him Dok, then inevitably he followed her to call her doctor.

Finally Meella can escape from the arms of Mirza who feels tight chest. The man was unceasingly asking for her back. And still keukeuh want to make Meella as a wife. No matter Meella's engineered pregnancy. Yes, engineering. Because until this moment Meella has not found any signs of contact with it. After all, he did it only once. Impossible if she could get pregnant.

But after quite a while of arguing with the stubborn man, Meella was able to get away with it as well. Then go after coming to the hospital. Curious about his father's condition. Although later he may not be able to meet directly. Still he wanted to know what room and what number Gusti was in. How is Gusti's current health. No matter knowing directly or from the mouth of others.

Meella finds Gusti's room in the care of the hospital receptionist. Stand a little while in front of the door. Look out of the door that is not closed. Then saw the father's helpless body on top of the gurney. The infusion needle sticks firmly over the back of his left hand. An oxygen hose filled his nostrils.

Meella's tears fell on her cheeks. Her net remained observing the room that was so silent from the human voice. On the side of the gurney Maryam sat facing Gusti. With a sad look the woman was silent in her solitude. Maybe Mitha and her friends have gone home. Or go where.

"Dad, I'm sorry Lala couldn't be a filial son. Lala always hurt Dad. And make you sick like this. Sorry Dad.." said Meella regretfully while closing her mouth so that the sound of crying is not heard out by others.

Meella's heart throbbed pain looking at Gusti's condition. But nothing can be done to ease the pain. Especially treating liver injuries that Gusti might feel at this time.

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Hi readers. sorry author again peat and much work to be done immediately. So sorry if it is always late to update.