Twin Love Persons

KCK_S2#68

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Bianca looked disappointed by the Guard's indifferent attitude towards her. Though when he realized his fiancee was clearly calling his name. However, for some reason the Guard turned his face away. It was as if Bianca was an invisible creature. And without being spoken verbally, Bianca was able to realize her future husband's rejection. As if to say, 'Bi in question is not Bianca. Except the other woman he's looking for'.

Seeing that, Dandi felt sorry for Bianca who looked sad and heartbroken. Especially in front of other people like Ryan and his friends. He was finally encouraged to help the girl. By trying to explain to his boss many times, the Guard. Because Garda did not believe Bianca was his future wife, whom he often called using the term 'Bi'. As well as telling the story of the love of Garda and Bianca known to Dandi.

Speechless guard. Keep all his doubts in his heart. And hid the fact his memory was gradually recovering. The goal, of course, is that others do not know, especially Andika. He was sure if it was sniffed by his papa, it is not impossible that history will repeat itself. Now, his job is to find his soul mate, Meella.

Garda smiled at Bianca and apologized. He pretended to remember the girl. In my heart I hope that it works. And, as expected, he believed it. So did Dandi.

"Darling.you finally remember me again. I am very happy," said Bianca spoiled and moved while hugging the body of the Guard.

The Guard returned Bianca's embrace with a fake smile. But he made it as natural as possible.

But that didn't happen to Ryan. His eagle eyes saw the opposite. Nevertheless, he could understand and know for sure what would happen, if the Guard did not play.

Dandi can breathe a sigh of relief to see the intimacy of Garda and Bianca. In addition, he felt the burden felt lighter, after managing to arrange in such a way that the news of his boss's accident did not smell the media. Potential in the shares of the company he leads. Moreover, racing followed by the Guard is a wild race aka illegal.

*

At 06:30 in the morning

Mitha had just arrived in front of her house escorted by Yasmin. Actually he did not want to go home if he did not remember there was a morning schedule at his place of teaching. And he didn't want permission for any reason, even if his brain was mumbling.

"Thanks, Yas. I've been driven home" Mitha added before getting out of the passenger seat of Yasmin's car. His left hand opened the car door.

"Yo'a, rich as anyone. Temenan from High School do not need to use any pleasantries," said Yasmin chuckled softly.

"Yes, I just don't feel good about you. I've been a lot of trouble for you."

"Just relax, Sis..."

Mita smiled and got out of the car. Then waved as Yasmin's car moved, passing away from her sight.

Before entering through the gate of her house, Mitha took a long sigh, only to be exhaled slowly later. In his heart he refused, if necessary not to go inside. Worried about facing both parents.

Not because they don't like or hate them. But the reluctance when suddenly they ask about his departure last night. Without news and accidentally turn off the phone, and do not go home at all. Because Mitha was convinced, Rega must have told Gusti and Maryam about yesterday's incident.

So, there was no way they would just shut up and not question him. Gusti and Maryam when they have proofed from him, sometimes it is like the police are interrogating criminals.

Mitha directly opened the wooden door in front of her, without knocking it first. Because she knew for sure the hours like this, Maryam had finished cleaning the yard of her house that was dirty with dust. Because his house was directly faced with the complex streets. Also, watering the trees in pots that are not much.

"Assalamualaikum," he said as he continued to walk in, passing through the living room, the living room, and was about to enter his room.

"Mitha," a soft yet quite surprising voice. He knew who the owner of the voice was. His steps stopped instantly.

From the back of his body came the sound of footsteps approaching towards him.

"Mitha," he called again forcing the owner of the name to turn his body, facing the caller none other than the mother, Maryam.

"Why didn't you come home last night?" as Mitha predicted, the question slid from Maryam's lips.

Mitha rolled her eyeballs lazily, then sighed heavily.

"Kasian nak Rega nyariin you everywhere," he continued without waiting for an answer from the person he asked.

"Ma, i..."

"Tha," Rega suddenly appeared from inside Mitha's room.

Mitha's eyes widened in shock at the appearance of her husband's status. But he'll be divorced soon. Oops! It seems Mitha forgot something... But what is it?

In a different place, Yasmin who had just arrived at her boutique parking area. After turning off the car engine and revoking the car keys. Suddenly the tail caught a brown envelope with a logo and the name of the religious court on the back passenger seat.

"Ck! You senile!" he added while grabbing it.

"Lho, you're here, from my room again?" todong Mitha.

"Well, are you in my room?" continues suspect.

Rega smiles smirk.

"You think?" Mitha wanted to growl loudly hearing her question answered again by her husband.

"Sound! Asked even asked."

"Nak Rega stayed here last night. Mama told me to put Rega to sleep in your room" Maryam explained.

"What?"

Mitha's eyes almost jumped out of place. He was very surprised by his mother's statement. Of course it never crossed his mind, that Rega would stay at his house and occupy his room.

"Why are you so surprised?" reprimand Maryam wonder.

"Often, his name is also married. It is appropriate that the husband and wife live on one roof. Not separate like dating people," quipped Maryam deliberately thrown for Mitha and Rega. All this time he was very anxious with the behavior of those who did not want to unite.

"Tap.." again Mitha could not finish her words.

"Do not wear but tapian," said Maryam snatched Mitha's words.

"Come, you take Rega to the dinner table. We have breakfast with Dad," he concluded, turning his body back to his son and daughter-in-law. Then walk guiding in front towards the dining room.

Mitha was stunned by the powerful words of the woman who had brought her to earth. He was flabbergasted to the point of being at a loss for words to argue.

Rega moved towards Mitha. Stop right next to his wife.

"It's time for you to show your wife to your husband, deh," Rega said casually with a mocking smile.

"Time to point out your bald spot!" spray Mitha with a high tone of voice.

"Shhhhh!" Rega stuck one finger in front of his own lips. "Smoothly talk to your husband. Later you can be an ungodly wife, you know," her god is soft and then twists one of her eyes flirtatious.

Instead of being fascinated and tempted, Mitha was upset. But he could not vent the emotions that almost peaked in the crown. So he could only clench his one hand up into the air doing the movement of wanting to hit something, while tightening his jaw until all his teeth locked his mouth.

Since the person he wanted to hit was Rega, he had already left following his mother-in-law to the dining room. Then raised again one of his other hands, also clenched tightly and parallel to the hand next to him.

*

Dandi is really very professional handle Guard job today. Perhaps it will last up to a day or two, as long as the Guard rests at home.

The Guard was not hospitalized, as the injuries were minor. So the hospital immediately allowed the Guard to go home in the morning.

While Meella who just learned the news of the accident that befell her boss, on the morning where she just finished breakfast. Last night his phone ran out of power. It is active only after it is fully charged.

Meella was very sorry to not be able to fulfill the call from Dandi early this morning. Evident from the history of calls and chats that number more than ten times. Must be a man so overwhelmed without her.

"I'm sorry sir, about last night.." Meella said to Dandi. He is currently in Dandi's room.

Meella explained the reason for her phone not being contacted last night.

"Do you know your position in the company?" spray Dandi exasperated.

"You should be able to be more professional. Remember, you're the boss' secretary. And your phone should always be on for 24 hours." Meella nodded slowly, then lowered her head down looking at the tip of her black pantofel shoes.

For the first time Meella gets a scolding from Dandi. The man he had known Dandi was friendly, sometimes funny even though crisp. Now it seems to show its fierce nature also handed over.

"Pak Dandi turned out to be fierce as well," Meella muttered very slowly.