Twin Love Persons

KCK_C2#84

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'Mission complete. The woman was hurt. He was immediately rushed to the nearest clinic. It's likely that the woman will be handicapped for life.'

'good. I'll transfer the rest of the payment, all bonuses to you for your good work today.'

'thank you. It's good to have worked with you, miss.'

The mysterious man smiled happily as he clasped his phone tightly. Soon he would get a lot of money from someone who had used his power.

*

Cresh!

''Ah aaaww..," cried Maryam softly feeling the pain on her left index finger which was sliced by a knife. The middle-aged woman was slicing a fancy onion.

"What's up, Ma?" ask Gusti to panic. The old man had just placed his shopping bag on the dining table, rushing over to his wife in the kitchen.

''It's okay, Dad. Mama's finger was just a knife cut. Not big, small doang, '' said Maryam moving towards the sink. Turning the water tap, washing his injured finger with running water.

Gusti looked at his injured wife's finger. Then move to the corner of the room, open the p3k box attached to the wall. He's looking for red medicine and plaster so the wound doesn't get infected. After that, he helped his wife treat the wound and covered it with plaster.

''Eat carefully dong, Ma. If you hold the sliced knife the vegetables are not his fingers, Gusti reminded Maryam.

''Duh. Mama also knew that sliced vegetables. His mother was a Japanese soldier, sliced a finger for harakiri punishment, said Maryam did not want to be patronized by her husband.

''Hus! By the way, not just anyone, Ma. Harakiri is a suicide sentence. Not cut off a finger" Gusti explained.

"Eh, Mama guess. But suicide. Serem too, huh?" maryam realized her mistake.

Gusti nodded then threw the old plaster wrap into the trash. Then take out all the groceries in the form of vegetables from the shopping bag. He and his wife were preparing their merchandise. They'll open the business at half-six in the afternoon.

Now the old married couple opened their business in a new house running for two months. Using the front yard of the house as their small kiosk. After his restaurant business went out of business three months ago. Not not sell. But it is no longer able to pay the rent shophouses used where the business is. Every year it goes up and up. Plus a few months ago Gusti got sick. It costs a lot of money for medical expenses in the hospital.

Actually, the symptoms of bankruptcy Gusti felt a long time ago. Since Meella's been in a relationship with Garda. Gusti's business is declining more and more. Plus paying hospital fees after the accident that Meella experienced at that time. But he still survived despite the income from his restaurant, not worth the expenses he had to bear.

Poor indeed that couple. At the age of no longer young, still can not enjoy life well. Gusti did not rely on money given Meella who every month always entered in his personal account. Because he refused to use the money. As long as he himself is still able to meet the needs of his life and his wife. He will not trouble others. Even the real child himself.

"Dad, why do you feel like Mama's not feeling good?" maryam asked touching her chest.

"Whoa, Ma. You're the cut of his finger. Naturally, if you feel that bad," Gusti smiled slightly and shook his head.

"Yes, but this is another taste, Dad. Not sick because Mama's fingers abis cut. It's a bad taste here" point Maryam at her own finger.

Gusti raised his head. Looking in the direction his wife pointed. The man was confused. I don't understand what the woman meant.

"What does Mama mean? It hurts here, huh?" Gusti chuckled after demonstrating his wife's movements that touched his chest.

"Ih, Dad. Don't fucking joke. Mom seriously. Mama's worried about the fear of anything happening with Thata and Lala, Dad. That's it!"

Gusti suddenly fell silent to hear the names of his two twin daughters pronounced by his wife. His face looked gloomy considering the two who no longer lived together in this house. For almost two weeks now Mitha decided to stay with her husband, Rega, in the apartment. While Meella? The boy knows how he is. Now where is it. Gusti doesn't know at all. I don't know when they last met. Gusti also did not remember because he had not met for too long. Her daughter just disappeared without any news. Even though the money still flows in his account.

Gusti does need money for additional business capital that is starting to get crowded. But if you can choose. He wanted to be able to live with the boy again. A princess who always ignored her feelings. Sometimes its existence is barely noticed. His daughter was always trying to please him. Often Gusti was disappointed with Mitha's mischievous behavior. He was the one who tried to comfort her.

But he doesn't care. Meella cannot fulfill her dream. Selfish and favoritism. That's Gusti. Somehow she was so obsessed that Meella could realize her unachievable dream when young. While at Mitha, she demanded nothing but discipline. Because his daughter was too cute and tomboyish.

Lala, where are you, son? Forgive Dad. Right now I miss you. When are you going home again? gusti whispered softly.

''Mama hope they are all well, Dad, '' Maryam's prayer wins her own feelings.

Gusti was still dissolved in his own mind. Not hearing what his wife said. But he did not want to disappoint his wife who ignored him. Then he just smiled.

*

''I need your explanation, '' Todong Garda.

''Are you married? Is he a man who has taken away your chastity, Meel?'' chase Mirza won't lose.

Meella shook her head. Want to get rid of the sounds that keep spinning in his head. He doesn't want to open his voice to anyone about his relationship with Mirza. Or his relationship with the Guard was completely unclear.

Meella has already prepared her resignation letter to the Guard. He'll hand it over directly to his CEO when he gets back to work. After a three-day rest period was completed due to the accident at the factory.

*

Mitha blushed her lips as she stared out the window from inside the apartment room she was staying in with Rega. Look at the dark night sky. It's not just stars that can be seen in the sky. But he could see the lights of the city, looking like stars scattered on earth. At what height do you think? Mitha did not know the answer. Because he never measured with a meter. What height is this apartment building.

Living on a floor with a lot of numbers. Almost every day he is wrong floor or wrong unit, because all the doors in this apartment unit have the same color. Maybe she was too careless not to remember well what her husband had ordered. Fortunately, it only happened for four days. He's too shy to keep straying in someone else's unit.

Now he's on his own. Rega hasn't come home yet. There is still an operation he said at the hospital. And it'll be done at eleven o'clock tonight. Right now he is reluctant to go anywhere. Worrying about the wrong unit is no longer an excuse. Because you have memorized where the unit is located. But more on the feeling of lazy alias mager also join simultaneously.

Because from half a day ago until late afternoon, Mitha had spent time having fun with her three friends at Sarah's restaurant. Before returning home, he stopped by his parents' house. Help-help briefly helped tidy up the stalls of the trading Father and Mama who happened to be crowded buyers. Also deliver orders of customers who eat on the spot. As well as help wrap food for customers who take a way.

''Oh, my money moved here. I've got a rich security unit here, Mitha exhaled. It's so bad to have no friends here.

''Know this, mending I just nginep at home nyokap. Than I am lonely like this. My body is on a stiff taste,'' his grunts turned around. Then walk towards the bed.

On top of the nightstand Mitha saw her phone lying there. He grabbed. Confused who to call. Because he couldn't have called his three best friends. They just found. Her mother's phone call is more impossible. The woman must be bothered serving the buyers who are already queuing at her stall. Rega's phone is more unlikely. Not busy or not being contacted. Mitha herself contacted him.

''Giving me Lala's phone. I have not heard his voice for a long time, '' he immediately looked for the contact number of his twin brother. ''how is he, huh?''

There was a ringing sound. On the third ring then the connection is really lifted from the end there.

''Hello,'' Meella's flat, cold voice greeted Mitha's eardrum.

''Yes hello, La, '' Mitha said cheerfully.

''How are you? Why don't you call me anyway? I'm not the one who called Elo. Elo won't call me back. Have you forgotten me the same? The only brother Elo whose face photocopied elo very, '' in droves with a row of long questions. As if he didn't need an answer, he asked endless questions.

There was the sound of a long breath coming from the end of the phone. Looks like Meella is too tired to serve this one and only brother.

''Guess busy. There's a lot of work I have to do. Every day I have to catch deadlines so I don't get angry boss. The point is. I did not have time to call elo, Meella replied honestly.

''The time is every day elo busy?'' mitha protest. ''Yes, you can call me on holidays. For example, that Sunday. Or the red date can be.''

''Can't possibly continue to work,'' he continued after having paused his speech in a weak voice.

''Sorry.''

Mitha frowned hearing that one word.

''Why ''Why?''

''Guess it's too busy. Until forgetting the same family, there was a nasal sound and a bit vibrating at the end there. Then came the sound of snot pulling from Meella's nose.

''Elo why?'' ask Mitha again. I don't know why he felt like his brother wasn't okay.

''Elo sick?'' he started to worry after a while waiting for a response. Meella didn't even open her voice anymore. He kept his phone away from his ear. To find out if the phone is still connected or not.

''La...''

''Yes, I'm still here,'' finally Meella's voice sounded in Mitha's lung.

''Gue is sick again. I am aware of the accident while reviewing the construction of the factory in Bandung. But I don't have papa. I received treatment from the nearest clinic. So, you don't have to worry anymore, yeah, '' Meella said so Mitha wouldn't worry about it. As much as possible he tried to hold back his sorrow so that it would not be known by Mitha. That's why he breathed so many times. His voice was also a bit stifled.

Unfortunately Meella's attempt to trick Mitha failed. Because her twin sister's cry broke moments before finishing her speech. And the severity of Mitha's crying voice made her ears hurt so hard to cry.

''No way I'm not worried about you, La. I'm really worried now. There you have no one. The elo family is all here" Mitha cried.

Mitha's tears were like rain falling from the sky and flooding the earth. As a result, the two twin brothers cried together at the end of each other's phone.

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