Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#105

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Meella bit her lower lip hard. Then turned his face to the side while his hand closed both eyes, so that the pace of his tears was not visible to anyone. Yet he could not cover his body that was shaking from a heartbreaking cry. His heart was wounded again with Gusti's words. Although already sure to feel too ordinary to accept unpleasant sentences to claim to be immune. The fact is that the pain still feels biting and makes it bleed but invisible.

Maryam hugged Meella's body. Saying affectionate words to the princess. He also regretted why not from the first defend Meella with blatant frequent Gusti bully her. What kind of mother could she not make her daughter happy. While the other princess was so free to live her days.

Mitha also shed tears. I felt the pain that Meella was experiencing. He felt very guilty about her. He almost never did anything for his brother. All this time he was busy with his world. Without noticing how tormented the inner Meella lived her days under the pressure of her father. Even several times he snatched Meella's happiness. Really, so wicked and selfish he was to his own twin brother.

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Early in the morning Meella had packed her things that were not much into the bag. Because today he was able to get out of the hospital. The patient's clothes that he had been wearing since yesterday had been removed, and folded neatly on the mattress.

His steps drove past every aisle of this hospital. Meella was surprised to see Rega waiting at the hospital door. Didn't mean anything. He just wanted to take his sister-in-law to the train station. The plan this morning Meella will leave for Jogja area. A foreign place where there are no relatives, friends or people he knows. He did not know where he would stay while he was there. For him, the most important thing right now was to be able to leave this city. A city of millions of memories with a love of his suffering.

Rega was the only one who knew of this plan. Because at that time Rega asked Meella's next plan after her fake abortion surgery. Yes, Meella did ask the man for help related to his charade in order to escape from the Guard. As well as freeing his family from the shadow of Andika's threat.

"Thank you" Meella said sincerely as the new car stopped in the parking area of the train station. Having previously been silent without any interaction between Meella and Rega, of course this is the first word that Meella said managed to break the silence.

"No need to be sad. We have become brothers-in-law. It's appropriate for me to drop off my sister-in-law, isn't it?" said Rega with a smile that was so similar to the Guard. Ah, it must be similar because they are twins.

"No need to drive, let me walk alone," prevented him when Rega was about to go down.

Rega asked 'why?' on this pregnant woman beside him. Wonder what the reasons are.

"If you come down and take me inside, I'm afraid. I was afraid that my determination to leave would falter," as if knowing the contents of the interlocutor's head, Meella immediately replied. Then paused his words and sighed tiredly.

"Whatever your face will always remind me of the Guard. I was afraid of losing control, then hugging you because my mind thought you were him" he continued, lowering his face. Plays his fingers over his lap to get rid of the nervousness that never goes away when he is near this man.

Rega was disappointed with the pregnant woman beside him. Until he can only swallow a line of sentences that he wants to say. However, his feelings never changed for the young woman. Although the feeling has long been buried by time. Still if dealing with the person in question still invites strange vibrations at the bottom of the heart. Perhaps this was the reason for taking the crazy decision, marrying Mitha without any feelings. Only a mere consolation and penitentiary longs for his feelings that do not arrive.

As a result, Rega could only grip the handle of his car steering wheel tightly as an impingement. Then when he looked to the side where Meella was sitting next to him. The passenger seat was empty. I don't know when the girl came out. It suddenly disappeared like cotton in the wind.

Rega rushed out of his car to chase after the woman he had secretly admired since high school. Again, he was again disappointed, because he did not find Meella in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the train passengers.

In his heart he wished he could say goodbye to her. Also if you can want to hug him for the first and last time.

A very quiet girl. Always steal a glance while in the library room.

He who never speaks at length. Just be quieter and be a loyal audience.

He who had secretly made her smile only looked at the embarrassed face with a slightly blushing face.

And he who once broke her heart, when he saw his twin sister fondle the girl he liked, in the school corridor after the tournament event at his school was over.

Why regrets always come late. Why did he used to be so cowardly to confess his feelings to the glasses-minus girl. She knew she would never express her feelings first. But stupidly he was, always waiting for it to happen. Can only understand each other's feelings from the eyes that often accidentally meet.

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Since returning from the market after dawn. Gusti was still struggling in the kitchen concocting spices. Also cook some dishes vigorously.

Not intended to create a new menu to add a menu list in a simple store. But she was making food for her daughter who was in the hospital. Too bad the princess in question is not Mitha. Except Meella.

Last night Gusti had been pondering all his words and attitude towards Meella all this time. There is nothing good as a form of relationship between father and son. Therefore, this morning he had devised a plan to improve his relationship with the princess. Starting with making favorite foods that Gusti himself is not sure what favorite food of the princess that is often ignored it. She just wishes her cooking was good and that Meella would like it.

Gusti smiled himself imagining the expression on Meella's face that liked her cooking. Then praise her while giving a warm hug. Hugs that I don't know when they're hugging as father and son. It seemed like it had been too long for the memory of his old head to be unable to remember him anymore.

"Dad, why is it still morning blind already in the kitchen?" reprimand Maryam caught her husband still struggling with witnesses and frying pans.

"Normally also wait for Mama to make breakfast," he said, making Gusti turn his eyes to the woman who is now standing next to him. Smelling the aroma of cooking in the pan.

"Father again make food for Lala, Ma," said Gusti again focused his attention on the frying pan in front of him.

Maryam frowned in wonder. It's not usually the guy next to her that's so considerate of Meella. Because he was too ignorant of his daughter. Until he thought he had heard wrong.

"Dad doesn't remember what Lala's favorite cuisine is. But I hope Lala likes and eats this Daddy's cooking, "a sincere smile develops at the corner of Gusti's lips.

Maryam was stunned to hear the husband's question. Could her husband be a market devil? Until it turns one hundred and eighty degrees like this.

"Mama must be confused by this father's attitude," he said guessing the contents of his wife's head. Which is answered with a nod of the head.

"Dad wants to fix our relationship. Because Dad realized, all this time Dad has been very outrageous," Gusti was silent with a sad face. But the look in his eyes could not be separated from the frying pan before him.

"Dad," Mary's voice trembled as she touched Gusti's shoulder.

Suddenly Gusti changed his facial expression to be cheerful with a bright smile. Shifting his eyes to the face of the woman who was always faithful accompanied him in joy and sorrow. His soulmate who always understood him.

"Pray for this effort to succeed, Ma" he asked, reaching for his wife's hand.

"Amin," that was all Maryam could say to support Gusti's efforts. Her tears dripped from her eyes

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A bunch of red roses clasped tightly in the Guard's sturdy fingers. His steps were sure and wide to climb every hospital hallway he passed. Sometimes he smelled flowers in his hand. A wide smile unceasingly rang at the tip of his lips. The face of Meella that she misses so much.

She came to the hospital this morning to visit, and they took Meella home. She knew that this morning the woman had been allowed to go home. Through information from his personal assistant, Dandi.

But the assistant has not told me about Meella who was discharged from the hospital an hour ago. Until he was made to freeze when he found the room that was occupied by Meella was empty and neat.

"Sus, the patient from yesterday in this room, where are you?" ask the Guard in a panic.

"Oh, the patient on behalf of Madame Qameella huh, Mas?" The guard immediately nodded in agreement.

"Having come home an hour ago" said the woman in the nun's uniform.

The flower in his hand fell instantly on the floor.

Bi, Bi.... Why don't you go wait for me to come first?

Bi... Where are you now?

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