Twin Love Persons

KCK_S2#65

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He opened his car door, set foot, then came out showing his handsome face.

"Den Rega, have you returned quickly, have you met the same neng?" reprimand the man, standing not far from him.

"Miss? Neng who?" ask the confused Guard.

The security guard frowned and was confused.

'Well, did you just forget Den Rega? Though it was running like a possessed person chasing the beautiful Eneng. Eh, now I forget that, ' he murmured in his heart while scratching his head that did not itch.

"Darling, are you back?" the voice of a woman stopped in her shade. So familiar that it forced him to look.

Netra Guard clean robot with the female netra, presenting a sense of longing that came from nowhere. As if she wanted to break in her heart.

'Who is that woman? Why do I feel so familiar with him? Could he...'

The Guard was still thinking hard to remember who the figure of the woman was. Yet the faint shadows of her childhood with a woman, perhaps her Mother, continue to fill her memory. Enough to give the effect of pain accompanied by pain in his head. His eyes closed withstanding the attack of his pain, with his hands raised about to touch his frenzied head.

"Honey..," the woman who was none other than Karina, patted the Guard's shoulder gently.

The guard gasped in shock, slightly dazed with the pain still whack.

"You why? Mama asked, how did you cuekin?" disappointed fear.

"Aah?!" Garda looks gelagepan.

'Mama?'

Suddenly Garda's cell phone ring interrupts. He immediately raised the call.

While Karina furrowed her forehead, until her two black eyebrows almost linked. For a moment he noticed Rega's appearance that looked different from before. She still remembered her son's clothes both from model to color.

'Since when did Rega wear a suit and pants like an office employee? That was so fast Rega changed clothes? But, if maybe he had changed clothes, while he had to chase after his wife, Karina's inner being so curious looking at her son's appearance that looked different from usual.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave right now, because there's urgent business" the guard said awkwardly.

Without waiting for an answer from the woman who claimed to be her Mama, she immediately went back into her car. Turning on the engine of his car then darted away leaving the courtyard of Karina's spacious house.

Karina was stunned to let go of her son. Suddenly his heart said that the young man was not Rega. Except for his other son.

"Oh my God, Guard?!" he cried while touching his chest, pounding with a clear circle that fell from the corner of his eyes. Although he knows the news of the Guard's death. There is also concrete evidence of a tomb in a public burial complex. But his heart kept saying, 'he is the Guard. His son is alive!'

*

Meella let out a long sigh, after putting her shopping bag on the dining table. This afternoon after work, he deliberately stopped by for daily shopping at the supermarket not far from his apartment. I also need to make cake. Yupz! Tomorrow, Meella's planning to make a birthday cake. It's not her birthday or her office friend's. Except for the Guard's birthday.

Next to his hand raised massaging his neck that feels sore. I don't know why lately he is often tired quickly, and not feeling well. Ah, maybe now-now he is too stressed because a lot of work to be completed quickly.

The Guard has long since died. Meella celebrates her husband's birthday every year. The cake she would make was a donut. Just like years ago, and early first Meella gave the Guards a surprise birthday the day before the bloody tragedy.

Never once did Meella forget the Guard's birthday. As Mitha told Rega and Karina, that the girl was half-crazy for her love for the Guard. Maybe for the case of Meella already include acute bucin yes.

Usually Meella will celebrate with a photo of Garda while blowing candles. Of course the inflatable is not a photo, but represented by Meella. After that she went to the tomb of her husband. Praying congratulations so that the Guard can ease the torment of his grave.

After putting all the groceries in the refrigerator. But there are also those placed in storage cabinets. Meella decided to take a warm bath, change her comfortable clothes, and lastly sleep after praying Isya.

*

Rega hit the handle of his car driver upset. Then he pulled his hair back with both hands, leaning his back on the back of the chair. The young man looked very desperate because he could not find Mitha. Even at her parents' house.

Of course Rega had already explained what happened at his mother's house. And grateful that his father and mother-in-law could understand him. Because Mitha and Rega's marriage was very sudden. Until Rega did not have time to ask for the blessing of his parents.

Then her mother-in-law helped Rega by calling all her close friends, Mitha. Although Maryam's efforts ended nil. Because no one knows of its existence.

"Mitha, why the hell did you just go away before we spoke?" her question was precisely to ask herself, regretting Mitha's childish actions.

"Basic stupid! You idiot! You idiot!" Rega again hit the handle of his car with one hand, rebuking and blaming himself.

*

"Elo sure of Lo's actions like this?" yasmin asked after receiving a call from Maryam.

Mitha, who had just sat her butt on the wooden chair beside Yasmin, only scrunched her lips while raising her shoulders. The girl seemed indifferent not to care about the problems that were being faced at this time. Then wiping the sweat that was pouring on his forehead using a tissue, after several times managed to put the ball into the ring.

Mitha and Yasmin are on the edge of the basketball court, in the backyard of Yasmin's sprawling family home. There is not only a basketball court. There is also a swimming pool, a complete garden with a gazebo, as well as an ornamental fish pond plus a fountain.

"Elo be the same me. Go to hell with me," dumel Yasmin was upset.

Mitha turned her head to look at Yasmin confused. Next to his eyebrows raised with the shape of his lips still has not changed. He did not understand what Yasmin said.

"What the hell?!"

"Where, whose name is bestie ngajak yang yak," protested. "this even makes people difficult."

"Stress lo!" hardik Mitha did not care. Then he went back to the middle of the field. Playing the round, bouncing several times after it was thrown into the ring.

This was Mitha's way every time in dealing with problems. Only sports where to vent all the emotions of the soul. Maybe it's better this way, than venting emotions with negativity.

"Basic bestie crazy!" reply Yasmin.

"Biarin. If I'm crazy. Means elo ODGJ, hahaha..," said Mitha while laughing amusedly until his voice blared breaking the silence of the night.

*

The guard stopped his car on the side of the road. It wasn't just his car parked there. But there were already more than ten cars lined up neatly in the left corner of the road. He simply followed the assistant's instructions, Dandi, after previously calling him. It's likely that he's reached where he's been.

From a distance he saw a crowd of people who were joined in two camps. They each stood on the left and right sides of the road. While in the middle of the paved road that looked empty, not a single vehicle passed by.

Also the sound of the roar of the motorbike engine which is still pere position, unpretentious to the sound of screeches of the spirit of the audience. Signify there's a race here. Plus each one of them shouted, mentioning one of the names in favor at the race track.

"Derry!"

"Derry!"

"Derry!"

"Edo!"

"Edo!"

"Edo!"

The sound was earthy deafening Garda's eardrum. This atmosphere made him de Javu.

Suddenly the Guard felt like he had seen a scene like this before. Not just looking, but he is even a part of it. It was accompanied by a shadow of his past.

"Garda!"

"Garda!"

"Brach!"

"Brach!"

Between the two young men of responsibility who were ready to compete on the track, as if he saw there was a figure of himself in his day. Wear a full face helmet, with tightly sealed helmet glass and dark gloves. But do not wear special racer clothes as shown on the MotoGP program on tv. Just wearing a leather jacket and jeans. Of course, they cannot protect their bodies if there is sudden friction with the asphalt.

A girl in sexy clothes moved forward towards them carrying a flag. When the flags lifted into the air as fast as lightning they shot away splitting the highway.

The spectators were unceasingly cheering their departure. Waiting for their arrival at the finish line.

The guard stood on the edge of the track, mingling with the rest of the audience. For a moment he was really late watching that wild race. It was as if he had returned to his long lost world. The world he had just encountered after a long time of searching.

'Welcome to my world!'