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Qarmitha deliberately asks Yasmin, as well as her two best friends, Sarah and Amel not to discuss her relationship with Kevin for a while. At least until the tournament ends. He was worried that his asthma problems would affect his concentration and performance during the tournament. Fortunately, his request was immediately approved by his friends.
Even though in Qarmitha's heart did not deny, how missed he was with Kevin who was now lost somewhere. Almost the last month he just lost contact with the doi. But the tomboy girl tried to stay positive thinking so as not to appear strange thoughts haunt her feelings. But the fact is that negative news about Kevin milling in pierced his eardrum.
As an ordinary human being it was certain that Qarmitha was hurt, and her love was hurt by the news. But Qarmitha isn't a typical whiny-mouthed chick. He was able to swallow all his own wounds to look strong, nor did the people around him look down on him. He has his own way of dealing with his problems. Waiting for the tournament to be over.
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It doesn't feel like a week has passed. During that time the Guard was always loyal willing to be the object of his love Qameella. Even if you only pick up every school. But it was enough for the Guard to meet the girl who was supposed to be the mistress of the Guard. Because Garda and Qameella are still not old enough to build a household like a normal married couple. For the Guard this is enough to start one relationship, which is possible for eternity in his life.
At the time the Guard was preparing to become a dream husband. Qameella was the opposite. He tried his best to make his relationship with the magic guy was not intense let alone continue to be intimate. Remember cuy, age is still 17 years, not suitable bingitz ngurus that way! (author's perception).
This afternoon after school. Guard's on standby in front of Qameella's school. Running daily errands to pick up my beloved wife. Bela-belain speeding from school so as not to be late to pick up his idol.
Occasionally macho guys with full face helmets still wear, dizzy looking for someone who is waiting for him. He accidentally did not open his helmet. Because he does not want his twin brother, Rega, who also attended this school knows his whereabouts. He knows his relationship with Qameella. Because the girl had warned her so that there was nothing about their relationship.
Not long ago. The guard saw a girl similar to Qameella, just coming out of the school gate with another girl. Without a second thought, he approached the girl after previously parting with his friend earlier.
The girl looked surprised to get a call from the Guard. The same expression, the expression that Qameella had once shown when they first met in front of the school. But did not undo his intention to bring the girl darting with his favorite motorcycle.
In the distance Qameella looked at the scene with a feeling she could not decipher by herself. Whether sad, upset, disappointed, or jealous. This feeling feels very foreign.
Perhaps the Guard was unaware of Qameella's whereabouts earlier. The girl wears her glasses and mask, because she has a little flu. Of course, he managed to hide his face. While the Guard only knew Qameella who was not wearing glasses. It was able to outwit him when he saw Qarmitha who was waiting for an angkot on the side of the road. It just so happens that today he and his three best friends are not coming home together as usual.
"Why you, Meel?" reprimand Dance suddenly stunned Qameella from her daydream.
"No. No papa." he said briefly.
The helmet thrusting dance was instantly received by Qameella.
"You don't papa.. Why your face?"
"Front?" Qameella did not understand as she touched her face.
"I mean lo's eyes," Errata Dance fast.
Qameella felt her eyes from between the lenses of her glasses. His senses felt wet under his eyes, like there was a remnant of water out of nowhere.
"Elo's crying, huh?" guess Dance fast.
Could I have cried?
"Ah, ngarang lo! Where could I cry?" he answered the question Tari. "meaning I cry too, what else should I cry? Maybe my eyes got dusted last time, so watery gini."
Qameella immediately sat herself in the back seat of the motorcycle.
All the way home. Qameella's mind wandered somewhere. Until it is not realized if the metic motor owned by Tari has arrived right in front of his house.
"When do you want to stay on my bike?" sindir Tari makes Qameella tick.
"Udah up, Non.." said Tari while looking back at Qameella seemed to wink of confusion. Finally got off the white metic motorcycle owned by Tari.
"Thanks yes, Tar." said Qameella awkwardly.
"Yoi." The dance immediately pulled the motor gas to go from the front of Qameella.
Qameella breathed a heavy sigh. Then move into the house.
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The Guards took Qarmitha to her usual place to take Qameella, before driving her home. Seeing the attitude of the girl who thought Qameella, he seemed to get a fresh breeze. Because of the flexible attitude Qarmitha showed him. Unlike when with Qameella who always shows the attitude of his feet. Until the Guard considers Qameella already willing to accept this relationship.
Qarmitha looked all over the room with a gaze that the Guard could not read.
"Why did you bring me here?" ask Qarmitha wonder.
The forehead of the Guard frowned in wonder. According to him, Qameella is working on it or testing her patience. Not long after that handsome guy chuckles amusedly.
"Kocak lo!" he shouted in astonishment. "we will often come here. Hmm.. I won't get prank ya.." he continued with a sharp look.
"Huh?! Frequently?" Qarmitha was shocked.
"Udah ah's. Not much drama. I don't like the rich quen drama eloquence in drakor." said Garda ended Qarmitha's shock which he thought was just a fad.
Ih, this is a guy, saiko's handsome! thought Qarmitha shuddered in horror.
Garda mentions the kinds of food he used to order every time he stopped by here with Qameella. The waiter standing at the side of their table took careful note. Hearing all those orders Qarmitha directly intruded.
"Wait, wait, wait! What message did you just have?"
"Why? That's the usual food you eat, Bini... And Elo never protested. So, I think you like it."
"Who said Geu likes that food?" qarmitha asked furiously. "sotoy lo!"
"But..."
"No, I don't like that food. I want another message." quickly.
"Well, what message do you want? It's up to you." The guard smiled faintly in response to Qameella's attitude. Although in his heart he was surprised and did not believe he could see the attitude of another Qameella than usual. He thought maybe the attitude of the girl he often called Bini, for one week yesterday was the normal attitude of people who just knew each other. Now the girl in front of him was used to his presence in his life.