Twin Love Persons

Heavy Homes

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Basecamp Gang ABABIL.

I don't know how many times the Guard clucked irritably while changing his sitting position. Anxiety was clearly reflected on his handsome face. Over and over again the brown-haired guy dialed the same number, but only the sound of the machine answered his call.

Anger eventually overpowered and burned his young blood. No one put it out, only the rectangular flat object in his hand was the easy target. Without a second thought, the Guard immediately slapped him on the sofa he was sitting on until he almost jumped free to the floor.

Friends who were also members of the ABABIL gang were shocked. Those who are busy with their respective activities, compactly turn their eyes to the source of the sound. After that, they return to their activities. Only Ryan and Tikeng responded to the gang leader's anger.

"Wih...santuy dong, boss.." Ryan half yelled. The Guard's indifferent attitude.

"Why you, bro? So it's not obvious gini anger?" telisik skinny guy who is familiarly called Tikeng.

The guard is still tight-lipped. They have no intention of serving their babble. He immediately grabbed a cigarette from inside his pack. Then suck it in after previously burned the end of the rod of the small and long object. The next moment exhaled a puff of white smoke from his mouth, as well as emitting a special aroma.

"Song you rich chick again PMS only. Why the hell?" urged Tikeng who immediately got a matchbook from the Guard.

"Bacot lo!" hardik Guard.

"Huh! Find dead lo!" timpal Ryan cussed while shaking the head of his friend who sat next to him.

"Well, find your thing!" the other Sahut makes the atmosphere gsduh.

"Spa really lo! Noyor-noyor my head all. Equalized head of my mother every year." protested Tikeng furious, did not receive such treatment. He also returned Ryan's head. But the darkest skinned man among the others managed to dodge.

The sound of a fight between Ryan and Tikeng sounded very disturbing Garda's eardrum. Guys who always look cool even though they wear jeans and torn. As well as a white tee shirt with hair not too neat. Now the mood is bad, plus the sound of the two boys who are more like a can of rhombus, what a complete package that aggravates his mood.

Without a word the Guard stood up. After previously turning off the new cigarette several times smoked, by pressing the tip of the coal on the surface of the ashtray on the table in front of him until broken. Grabbing his jacket draped on the back of the sofa. Breezed away.

"Woy bro! Where are you going?" peek Ryan stopped the Guard's steps that had reached the door.

Guard turned his head briefly to see two different creatures, body size and skin color from between his back. His right hand had reached for the door handle.

"Whisper me on." he lamented without answering the question of the man he used to call Keling. But from his words implied he did not want to be disturbed.

The next moment the Guard disappeared behind the door, leaving behind two comrades who behaved like Tom and Jerry. Difficult to get along like now, they are busy blaming each other. Usually when there is such a riot, other ABABIL gang members will cheer like they are watching cockfighting.

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Qameella's expectations have been wrong. With the innocent glasses girl minus it thought, her feelings and logic would be easy to control like flipping a book. Blocking Guard's cell phone number was the first thing he did. After that always avoid the guy who never tired come to pick her up at school. But who would have thought his heart was injured when his net watched the rear seat of the Guard motorcycle filled with other girls. She is none other than her twin sister, Qarmitha.

Amidst her pain and heartbreak, Qameella tries to console herself by reading a lot of books in the school library. Also active are any group tasks in the class. It just so happened that he was often one group with Rega. Not to deceive yourself, but this is all he can do so as not to dissolve in sadness. After all, the figure of a pair of twin boys had physical similarities. That way he wouldn't have to remember the Guard anymore. Who seems to have been happy with Qarmitha.

Although the way is still ineffective because his little heart always denies the lies of his own attitude. His longing feeling was often present teasing the recesses of his heart. The absurdity and behavior of the magical guy can not be found in the figure of Rega.

Qameella used to love Rega. Because he also made her desperate to take the same major. Studying hard so that a class with him can be done secretly. Even his habit of reading books in the school library turned out to be contaminated by the guy. Even though it all just starts from his desire to be closer to the idol of the heart.

For some reason after the Guard was present in his life, it intensely filled his days after tying him up in a divination incident. His feelings for Rega slowly faded. Maybe because the Guard's attitude to the point expressed ownership over him. In contrast to Rega who looks adem ayem as if he considers it mediocre. It's only natural that Rega behaves like that. Qameella never expressed her feelings. Qameella is a shy and passive girl.

The bell ringing home from school was ringing loudly. Tease and force the last lesson to be over soon. All the students left their classes.

Qameella just passed her classroom door. Suddenly Tari came and pulled her arm to follow her footsteps. Continuously ignoring Qameella's grievances that were in pain because her hand was too tight.

"Ouch! Wealthy being chased! Tar, can it be normal not the way?" qameella's protests tried to align her steps.

"Just we have to hurry, Meel." said Tari quickly, continuing to lead Qameella to the parking lot.

Not long after they arrived at the school parking area. Tari quickly assumed control of her meticulous motorcycle. After previously wearing a helmet, also thrusting a helmet for Qameella to wear.

Dance immediately tells briefly about Dimas' relationship. According to the confession of the black long-haired girl, lately she often gets news from friends who do not explain Dari in detail, Dimas often goes together with other girls. Therefore, to confirm the news, Tari went directly to his basecamp.

Qameella, who did not really understand the relationship between Dari and Dimas, just nodded foolishly. Actually, he did not want to interfere with the problems of the two of them. But if he has been brought around like, what can be done deh.

Dari-driven motorcycle stops right in the yard that is not too broad, in front of a building that is arguably not worth calling home. Many scribbles of piloks on the wall, even almost every part.

"This...who's house, Tar?" ask Qameella. Both of his hands were busy unscrewing the helmet hook that was perched above his head.

"It's not a people's house, Meel..." Qameella seemed shocked to hear Dance's reply. The girl did not know if this place was a basecamp led by the man she had longed for.

Dari chuckled while opening the helmet he was wearing, then placed in the rearview mirror to the right of his motorbike.

"I mean the house, but not a rich house left behind by people in general. This is the children's basecamp of the ABABIL gang." said Tari explained that his friend was not surprised anymore.

"Oh! But Elo said he wanted to find Dimas. How come you're here anyway?"

"Emang... But from the info I got. If you want to find Dimas, then I have to come here." replied Tari with confidence.

Qameella snorted softly while advancing her lips forward. Her head was made of mangosteen as if understanding what Tari meant.

"Come on!" exciting Dance invites Qameella in.

"Okay, I don't know them. Let me just wait here." pinta Qameella pleaded.

Dance is very understanding of Qameella's attitude that can be likened to a komang-komang. A hobby-shelled animal hides itself in its shell.

"Huf! Yes already." sahut Tari resigned. His feet began to move forward. But a moment stopped, looking back at Qameella who was sitting on her motorcycle seat.

"But remember, you don't go anywhere. My bike is still there. Do not let my motorbike be led by a thief, if you go to go. You see now many more motor vane." message Tari make

Qameella nodded obediently.

"Yes madam.." said origin.

After the dance goes into the basecamp. Qameella pulled out her phone. Eliminates burnout while waiting alone outside.

A few minutes' delay. A guy wears a regular T-shirt, but wears gray pants typical of a high school uniform, out of a basecamp. That guy looks familiar.

Qameella was wide-eyed when she realized, that guy had picked her up with the Guard, after an ill-fated night and in the morning, forcibly married by local residents because they have been accused of perverted acts that are considered polluting their environment.

"Mom, that girl friend earlier?" reprimand friendly.

Qameella displayed an awkward smile as she nodded her ass.

"Why not go in?" ask again.

"Ngg. Let me just be here. Yes." said Qameella. The look in his eyes was not focused on the figure of the man standing looming in front of him.

Looks like Ryan didn't recognize Qameella behind her minus glasses. It was so different the first time they met.

The next second, a motorcycle that was also no stranger in Qameella's eyes came over. A beautiful girl who always hid her real face behind her thick glasses, very much recognize who the man who reigned on his favorite motorcycle.

Guard, yes right! The man who has managed to tear apart the defenses of his heart for almost two weeks.

After his motorcycle was perfectly parked, the handsome guy opened his helmet. Roughly combing her slightly messy hair with her fingers.

"Where are you going, Ling?" the Guard asked, forcing Ryan to turn his gaze to the dashing figure a meter away from where he was standing.

Qameella turned her eyes away. But soon rerouted. For the Guard to be unaware of his presence here.

Ryan immediately conveyed about the arrival of Dance to their basecamp. After that, the Guard entered without looking at Qameella. While Ryan says goodbye to go to the stall to Qameella.

Qameella breathed a sigh of relief after the two men left.