Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#74

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"What is this, sir?" meella asked curiously after receiving the envelope that the Guard had brought. Instantly his net went wide to read the contents.

"This..," Meella turned her head to stare in disbelief at the man sitting in front of her. However he could not continue his words when he heard the Guard sigh rather long. He waited for his boss to speak again.

Garda looked at Meella's clear netra with a burning feeling. The corners of his lips formed a line of smiles. Without speaking he got up from his seat. Then move and sit back on Meella's side with only one adult's hand.

Meella just watched every move of the Guard in silence. For some reason when the Guard sat by his side there was a strange feeling of slipping into his heart. And subconsciously he almost forgot to breathe.

The right hand of the Guard was raised into the air. Then it landed right on Meella's forehead. While the owner of the jidat just silently pecked with netra locking the handsome face. He enjoys the warm attention of men who always make him feel with the late Guard.

In the middle of the heartbeat like the rhythm of the waves in the open ocean. The two fell silent without any of them starting the conversation. Or just pull over the hand that is still perched on Meella's forehead.

Oh my God.. What is this feeling? Why is it so comfortable to be around him? Until I don't want to get away from him immediately. Inner Meella monologue.

Bi.. get well soon, baby...

"It's still warm" added Garda lowered his hand. Without the ba-bi-bu he stuck his eel with Meella's jidat. As if to absorb the heat of Meella's body through a touch in her forehead.

Meella was shocked to pull over. But the Guard held back Meella's head that was about to move away from her. His hands swiftly held Meella's cheeks and framed her face. Close your eyes enjoy a rare moment, while avoiding the scent of hair and smooth facial skin without makeup.

Meella's skull bristles to feel the touch of Garda. He tried to pull his body back. Do not want to dissolve in the caress that will eventually trap in the trouble later. He was still sane and aware of how he suffered first, when he and the Guard were in love. Therefore, he did not want to repeat the dark and painful history.

"Sir. Sorry, this is not true" Meella reminded. Try to avoid even if you can't.

As fast as lightning the Guard advanced his lips to touch Meella's ranum lips. Meella's reflexes widened in shock. He turned his head back but the Guard held back his nape and waist at the same time. Deepen her soft and intoxicating kiss.

The Guard is completely out of control. He did not want to waste this opportunity. No matter how Meella feels. Let it be taken care of later. The important thing is that he can treat his longing. Making a kiss that was initially soft long demanded.

Meella pushed also banging on the heavy shoulder of the Guard was also very hard. When the kiss did not end, and was cornered on the back of the sofa until his hands became sick.

Garda quits her hot kiss as her breath and Meella gasps, almost out of oxygen.

Meella hurriedly scooped up as much oxygen as filled her lungs. Turning his face to the left, wanting to hide the red hue on his face to his ears. And the pounding on his chest that could not be conditioned. But it was a waste because the Guard could see it clearly.

Garda smiled happily looking at the beautiful face in front of him that was red blushing. Just one foot below it. Swiping the rest of the salivary from her hot kiss on Meella's lips with her right thumb.

"Sorry, I can't help myself. But I didn't feel good about it" she whispered in front of Meella's face.

Meella frowned, digesting the Guard's ambiguous speech. With a rude gesture he raised his face staring intently at the brash man above him, as he uttered,

"If you feel offended, and hold me accountable. By the way directly. I will not avoid. If you ask me to marry you. I will gladly accept, "the grin that made Meella's hair stand up again.

"Please, you don't joke, dong..." Meella pushed the Guard's burly body away from her immediately. Also save his heart to always be healthy wal Afiat. Because it is close to the Guard in a time that even if only briefly, managed to make it a heart sport.

*

"Thank you, yes," Mitha said before getting off Yasmin's car, having driven her home.

"It's okay. You are as rich as anyone" said Yasmin with a warm smile.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Mitha went into the house. Of course it's still Gusti's house. A home that always gives him family warmth. Whatever the problem, he was never alone. There are Maryam and Gusti who never tired of giving motivation. Like when she was facing this marriage problem. Except for the divorce that was filed with Rega.

Let him keep it a secret for a while. If everything is in order, he will tell his parents everything honestly. Also Meella, her twin sister. Although in reality without his knowledge already know because of the Guard. Not just telling verbally. But the real divorce papers were accidentally given themselves while at the restaurant two hours ago. Remember yes, not intentionally given to the Guard. Except for the mistake that considers the Guard is Rega.

'Welcome new widow, ' Mitha congratulated herself, when she had just entered her room.

"Heh, widow," Mitha chuckled softly dropping her butt on the edge of her mattress.

"Sir papa. Just being a widow won't make me die. In this world there are many widows. It's not just me. Aye right? I will live well. No papa. No papa," his monologue with a voice that was getting louder and more vibrating like he was holding back a cry. As much as possible he gives advice to himself to stay strong in facing reality that is not as sweet as gulali sawang. Unconsciously her tears just slid down her cheeks.

Mitha stroked her chest in pain as well. Letting clear circles continue to come out of the corner of his eyes wet the cheeks. Like rain falling on the earth. There is nothing to do but surrender to accept his life destiny which is not as beautiful as the Nusantara flower garden.

Suddenly Mitha remembered the memories for her sweet memories while with Dicky, the former most beautiful and diverse in the world. Both the mortal world and the demite world. Ngeselin terribly. During the courtship time everything was so beautiful. Bitter bitter until sweet traversed together. But why is the wedding day one step away. The Dicky devil even fun to play kebo-keboan with other girls in the hotel room. The basic child of demit is still a person!

As a result of the couple's infidelity demon and demon, Gusti fell unconscious due to the embarrassment of Mitha's marriage and in Dicky's demon void. Then Rega came to be a savior like an angel without wings. Handsome man, clever, rich and has a profession as a specialist oh, what is it? Mitha never asked. Talking too much is not possible. More precisely lazy to talk to the handsome guy. Oops! So baper this is, huh?

To be honest during the marriage relationship forced, either for Mitha or Rega. What Mitha obviously doesn't want is this marriage point! So it was only natural that Mitha knew nothing about the husband. Because Mitha always avoided Rega. In his brain always thinking how to get divorced quickly with Rega. He's succeeding now. Maybe it's already signed by Rega. After that, the status of the widow was officially held. 'The flower widow is still a virgin'.

"Maybe after this I'll get an invitation letter from him. Heh.." he muttered considering how messing up the Guard thought Rega was with a young woman he did not know at the restaurant.

"Sir papa. I'll be fine. Okay?" Mitha let out a long sigh, exhaled slowly. He continues to strengthen and advise himself to stay strong. So it went on until he completely calmed down by himself.

*

"It's been a long time, son Rega didn't come here?" tegur Gusti opened the conversation. Right now she, Maryam and Mitha were having lunch together at home.

"Ohuk!" Mitha suddenly coughed.

Maryam hurriedly pushed the glass that was filled with water on Mitha.

"Eat him if you eat, do not rush. Gently," spray the mother advises. "Slowly eat it. Where the hell are you going?"

Mitha just agreed with Maryam's advice. You see, if it is overwritten, there is not full because of eating a lot. Except being full of eating scolding.

Gusti watched Mitha in silence, while enjoying the cuisine of his wife endol surendol not kendol-kendol. Her old mind was looking at the relationship of her son and daughter-in-law that didn't seem okay. Could their relationship not be normal?

As a parent, Gusti always hoped his twin children, Meella and Mitha, can live happily. Especially with her partner. Not like this time. Meella is forced to cancel her wedding plans with Mirza. And Mitha, although still married the child still could not accept his marriage with Rega. That is, as long as they are married. They live alone and have different roofs.

"Tha, how long are you going to keep going like this?" todong Gusti looked seriously at the princess's face.

Mitha stopped her chewing and then grunted softly. The most feared question he finally heard as well.

"You can't continue to ignore me like an unmarried woman. You can have a big sin. Do you want to punish God? Because being a bad wife has ignored the husband."

Uh, it was also very hot Gusti's speech pierced Mitha's eardrum. Maybe if in the animated film, Mitha's ears will come out of fire and smoke.

God.how did the servant tell the servant's parents, about the marriage of the servant who had run aground. While I fear that this honesty until spoken will be fatal to my health. It flows in the heart.