Twin Love Persons

Just Asa

Qameella got up from her chair after hearing the break bell tolling loudly. Carrying a notebook and a pencil case, the girl rushed towards the library. Her smile expanded at the corner of her lips. It was as if he wanted to find something that would please him. Because he was so happy that he did not see the figure of Dance who was waiting for him in front of his class. Just passing through it.

“Elo go where the hell Meel, hurry very?” tegor Tari tries to catch up with his childhood friend. He ran small so he could match his steps.

“Where I .. I don't need to answer. You already know if I like gini means want ..”

“Iya, yes, I know.” Sahut Fast dance.

“Good, means I don't need to say much elo.”

“Meel, is elo not interested in other activities, other than going to the super library?” Dance tries to provoke.

“Ehmm. I don't think so!” Meella doesn't care.

“Elo again!” Dance sighs heavily. “oke. Meel, elo don't want us to keep the night out?” Dance diverts the conversation.

“Okay! Entar elo stayin me like that time.” Meella was still traumatized by watching a wild race a year ago. After that, he never went out the night again.

“Gue has apologized thousands of times to elo about the problem. But this time I promise, plis yes ..”

Meella stopped her footsteps suddenly. Dance also stopped with a clear look. Meella's face looked unfriendly. But Dance ignored him. Because without Meella with him her parents wouldn't let her out of the house. While he had to go see Dimas there.

“Tar, sori yes. If I don't think I'm not clear, you're coming to the wrong person. Mending elo asked Mitha, the wanderer equally not clear kayak elo.” Meella has not liked crowds in the past. He prefers to be at home in a calm atmosphere. But because of Dance occasionally he came to the crowd.

“Yeah, elo. How can I walk the same Mitha. I am familiar with Elo. And again, super busy basketball chick like him where there's time to just walk the same way I. Is there just a waste of time he's doing?"

Mitha is Meella's twin sister who is a basketball hobby. Often leave the house without knowing the time. The girl is quite thick ears, although often diomelin by both parents never undo his intention to run away from home. Meella, who has no interest in going out of the house. Tend to be alone in his room.

"Well, that's elo conscious. What you do is useless, just wasting time."

"But Meel, for this time .. I beg you to help me." Dance clenched her hands together begging for mercy. He knew this was Qameella's weakness. The girl will not see him sad. Dance certainly does not waste this opportunity. "gue promise, the place is safe. The night market is not far away. Ply ..."

Meella sighed. "Gue think it through." Move away and die Dance.

"Gaziness!" Dance soared with excitement.

"Don't be happy just yet. I haven't said yes, have I?" pekik Meella without looking.

"Sir papa. But there's a chance you'll agree, right?" Dance immediately frowned after Meella was no longer in her view. "so quickly it was gone." he muttered in surprise.

*

Qarmitha moves away from her class with Yasmin, Sarah, and Amel. The four of them headed to the school cafeteria. Suddenly Amel remembered his unresolved schoolwork. He looks very agitated. Usually, the girl with glasses minus was always diligent in completing all her schoolwork well. He was the only focus where to cheat his three best friends.

"Guys, the Sociological task given by Mr. Haris last week has not been on the kelar?" tegur Amel opened the conversation.

"Not yet." Yasmin and Sarah shook their heads compactly.

"Well, what about you, Tha?"

Qarmitha looked lackey and relaxed. In a gang of four beautiful and active girls, Mitha is the only one who never cares about the lessons she teaches at school. In his brain there is only room to strategize the game of basketball in order to bring his team to victory. Innocently the girl grinned widely. He cut his lips and raised his eyebrows and shoulders.

"Well, how the hell, Mel? Si Mitha was asked pr last week. Where there was time he studied. His life is just as busy as basketball, wandering, basketball again." said Yasmin cynical. Put his arm over Sarah's shoulder.

"Why you, Mel? Tumben wondering pr all. Usually the most relaxed elo." continued Sarah wonder. "because of the four of us elo doang that could be the pedestal of us-we, yes not the guys?" embrace the shoulder of Qarmitha.

"Yoy!" answer Qarmitha and Yasmin compact.

"That's the problem." Amel's countenance looked anxious.

"You mean?" sarah's forehead shriveled asking for an explanation.

"Gue fell asleep last night, so I forgot to do pr." Amel looked hesitant then smiled silly.

"Well, elo ... "

"Caelah .. drama queen really, Mel. If that's all quiet, there's me." Qarmitha is acting like a hero.

"Curtain! Model kayak mitha learn, continue to fend pr? It's raining lightning!" Yasmin screeches.

Qarmitha grinned. "Well, everyone can't believe I'm running?"

"True Yasmin said. Who believes you're spun, Tha? Usually also elo busy looking cheat to us-us."

Yasmin and Sarah sat next to each other when they were in the cafeteria. Qarmitha and Amel sat opposite them.

"You all don't believe me, just check my Sociology notebook in the bag." continued Qarmitha lightly.

"You sure, Tha?" Yasmin was shocked.

"Yes. Elo no longer ngigo Tha?" talk about Sarah

"Lo asem less!"

"Where's the devil, Tha? Tumben really elo learn." said Amel girang.

"Who's the bitch I'm studying. The guy who fucked my pr guy Meella." Qarmitha chuckled small.

"ah! Is that right, Tha?" contact them compact.

"really. When did I lie to you guys?" Qarmitha smiled with satisfaction in light of last night's events that had successfully persuaded Qameella to intervene in her schoolwork.

His three friends smiled. They also agreed that after they finished eating, they would work on pr together in class.

Qarmitha knew her twin sister would not follow her orders. So he used last year's events as a mainstay to scare her. Qameella has never been involved with anything that has to do with regulation at home. Not like he was always defiant.

*

Qameella seemed to be trudging on her tiptoes in front of the bookshelf to grab the desired book. Too high the location of the book to make it difficult for him to reach it. Suddenly there was a hand that seemed not to belong to a girl, easily reaching for the book.

Kontan Qameella gasped quickly turning her head following the direction the book was moving. How surprised he saw the person who managed to take the book, until he unconsciously opened his eyes.

"Rega." whispered in his heart. Hurriedly his eyes were lowered down. Sensing a subtle sigh was stirring between his two chest cavities.

"Now, books!" Rega directly thrust the book at Qameella sincerely.

Qameella accepted it with pleasure.

"Thank you." he said slowly. His face was red.

"What did you say just now? I didn't hear you?" lament Rega as if she was flirting.

Qameella blushed in embarrassment. He glanced at it and lowered his gaze down. Her tiny lips poked. With only 20% courage she tried to say it back. Of course slightly raised the volume of his voice.

"So I just said .. Thanks for helping me get this book."

"Oh! You're welcome." Rega smiled at Qameella's timid attitude before him.

After that walk backwards while continuing to stare at the girl's sweet face and smile. Although her beauty was blocked by the minus glasses framing on her face, her charm was still radiating. After a few steps of turning the body moves leaving the girl in her original place.

Suddenly Qameella remembered the events of a year ago. He hasn't thanked her yet because the handsome guy has helped her out of the police chase and the distraction of three rancid bastards. Then he lifted his face and said,

"Yes, Ga. Thanks also no. long me ..." forced not he did not continue his speech after realizing he was only alone there. Looking to the left for Rega's trail.

After that he saw the guy sitting with Ryan at the corner desk. Quietly Qameella saw it from the crack of the book arranged on the shelf. His smile looks crisp. In his heart he hoped to someday be able to talk and joke with Rega. Either as a friend, a friend, or even a girlfriend. He could not fantasize too highly about Rega. Because he realized, Rega is not an ordinary guy. But he was the most popular guy in school. In addition to their academic performance. The guy also several times the name of the school in the basketball tournament between Bekasi schools represents his school.

Qameella turned her body when Rega seemed to notice someone was watching her from a distance. He took a long breath. Hugging the book that Rega had taken with a big smile.