Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#95

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The Guard descended from his luxury car in haste, after parking it of origin in the spacious courtyard of the Andika mansion. Just enter the main door. Ignoring the housekeepers who greeted him respectfully. He kept walking past them towards the usual place Andika was at home.

Not because of business, or urgent calls from the Papa. Rather to confirm the kidnapping problem he had just gotten. Also a video that confirms that his beloved woman is in danger.

The man was very confident that Andika was involved in it. Because he knew the old man could do anything to achieve his ambition. Just like the accident six years ago that almost claimed the lives of the Guard. Although it was not Andika who told the perpetrator to hit him. But it was Andika who had hidden her identity from the world. And made his fake death.

Brakk!

The Guard pushed the rough door of Andika's workroom, causing a loud enough sound. The child has no morals on this one.

Instantly Andika's attention was shifted to the open door. Seeing the flames of anger flaring in the eyes of the Guard. Andika could immediately guess, that something had happened. If not where might his son be so rude.

Andika closed the document she was reading, as Garda swung her wide steps closer to her desk. Both of his eyebrows shot up, looking seriously at the unfriendly-looking son.

With a single blow the guard threw all the piles of photos in his grasp, scattering on the Papa's desk.

Suddenly Andika lowered her eyelids without moving her head. Her netball instantly saw a photo of a girl in a position tied to a wooden chair. Of course he did not forget the face he had met not too long ago. Yes, she is Meella. Secretary and the Guards affair. Though the girl in the photo is not Meella, but Mitha Meella's twin sister.

''I don't know what purpose Papa did that bad thing. But why does Papa always hurt my women?'' Garda uttered his sarcastic sentence, as if he had forgotten the relationship of the child and the person they had.

Andika screeched accompanied by a belittling grin. In the eyes of the Guard it makes him nauseous also hate the man a lot of age. If the Guard could protest to God. Then it is allowed to choose from parents how he was born. So, from the first moment he did it. Honey, God's destiny is not a recipe. If something is not suitable, you can find alternative recipes.

''What are you saying, my woman?'' Andika scrunched her forehead inside.

''Yes, she is my woman. She is pregnant with my son. Automatically the child in the womb is the grandson of Papa, replied the fiery Guard.

''So, if anything happens to him, Papa will see how angry I am at that time.

Andika boughtak wide but remained cool, hiding her surprise. There is anger and maybe happiness at the same time. But his anger was more domineering. Until his face was red.

''Are you threatening Papa, Pan-dega?'' asked Andika in a low voice and weight. His fists clenched tightly.

''Really. This time I will not be silent to see Papa's attitude. And I keep fighting for my love and happiness. In other words, I will try my hardest to fight Papa, if Papa constantly prevents us from living together.''

The deg!

Andika was stunned to see the Garda's solemn expression. He's like Dejavu. It reminds me of six years ago. When the Guard showed its resistance against Andika for not approving of her relationship with Meella. Where the day before the accident that almost took the life of the Guard.

"Now tell me where Papa has him!" raung Garda dragged Andika back to her consciousness.

''Papa doesn't know, '' The answer is simple.

''What? Papa doesn't know? Lied!"

Andika just shut up. Because the truth is he doesn't know. And never thought of kidnapping her. If you want to harm, Andika will not play dirty or lowly like that. She prefers to play beautiful but deadly.

The Guard completely forgot his limits as a child. He ignored the level of politeness and his devotion to Andika as a parent.

"THE GUARD!" for the first time Andika raised her voice. Rise up with a deadly look.

"NEVER FORGET WHO YOU ARE, NOR IS HE. YOU GUYS DON'T FIT TOGETHER. HE'S NOT WORTH IT TO YOU OR OUR FAMILY. REMEMBER THAT!"

"A DEVOTION TO A MATCH OR A HARMONY BETWEEN ME AND HIM. I DON'T CARE! WHOEVER HE IS, HE IS MY LOVE, MY SOULMATE." The Guard really could not control his emotions. She's clamoring.

"THE SALT! REMEMBER, YOU'VE BEEN MATCHING BIANCA. AND ONLY BIANCA FITS YOU!"

"Bianca? HH, fuck Bianca. I make sure there will never be a marriage between me and Bianca. TAKE IT, PA!" sahut fierce.

In a different place. Rega massaged his temple which suddenly felt throbbing pain. Thinking of his wife who still has no news. He was very worried that something might happen that could threaten Mitha's safety.

"Mitha.. where are you, baby." he said softly.

It had been twenty-four hours, his man moved to look for traces of Mitha, but until this moment there was still no development at all.

Rega has not been able to convey the news of Mitha's disappearance to her in-laws. So did Karina, the woman who had given birth to him into this mortal world.

"Dad, how from last night did Mama's bad feelings not disappear, huh? Even until now it still feels, complained Maryam felt her own chest.

''Oh, what the hell, Ma. Don't be so weird. Feelings may not be less salt times, Ma.'' said Gusti who was replied with jokes are not good quality.

''Ck, this Dad. Mama again talking seriously dibandain not clear so. Not funny to know, Dad, '' decak Maryam sewot.

''Exhausted, her mother was a strange one, the feeling of bad times? Of course it is not delicious, it has not been cooked, nor has it been given seasoning. Hahaha..,'' the man whose hair had started to whiten was laughing amusedly.

''Huh, you insensitive husband, '' Maryam murmured and left before her husband.

Gusti just smiled a little seeing his wife sulking. It's been a long time since he and Maryam haven't joked like they do now. Usually they will reciprocate when there is something that does not fit the mood. Ends sulking at each other. Afterwards Mitha who was in charge of reconciling by insinuating him was also Maryam. Meella, the quiet girl just smiled and made her favorite food.

Haiyan... Gusti let out a heavy and long breath. Remembering the atmosphere in his house is no longer the same as it used to be. Currently he only lives alone with his wife, while pioneering culinary efforts at home. While Mitha seemed happy living with Rega. As for Meella, somehow the boy was. Since the night of the failure of her wedding plans with Mirza. Meella is no longer home. Exchanging news via phone is almost never. If so, he only talked to Maryam. That didn't last long either. Only the monthly money that the child never forgets is transferred into the Gusti account.

Suddenly Gusti's eyes felt condensed and wet considering his daughter that one. Secretly the old man harbored his longing for Meella. But his high ego makes it difficult to express his feelings.

Many times he tried to contact Meella. But when it will be connected always ridiculed itself. And so on. Even saying one word of apology he was unable to. He was so embarrassed to remember how many sins were committed to the princess. Gusti also often applies favoritism between Mitha and Meella. I don't know why his heart is always so heavy. Surprisingly, he was more likely to side with Mitha and ignore Meella.

'How are you there, La?' whispered inner Gusti mute.

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Hi readers. Sorry this story first yes. See you next episode 😘🥰🙏