Twin Love Persons

Chasing Bini

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**********************************************Garda perfectly parked his racing motorcycle across the highway near the Qameella school. He deliberately skipped in the middle of the final lesson, in order to come pick up Qameella early. And true as expected. When the wheels of his motorcycle touched the asphalt in front of the school, coinciding with the sound of the bell ringing home from school rang nyating.

This time the handsome man in white, as high as one hundred and eight inches two meters was hoping to pick him up Qameella correctly and correctly. I don't want the same thing to happen again. Garda was fooled by the exact same Qarmitha as Qameella. To pay for his mistake, he specially came today to apologize and explain everything to the lover.

Already many students at Qameella school demanded knowledge out of their respective classes. Even many have been milling about to leave the three-story building, about to return to their respective homes. Garda also saw Qarmitha on his metallic motorcycle with his three best friends leaving the school parking area. Same with Dance. But Qameella had not yet seen the trunk of her nose.

The Guard began to worry when the person he was waiting for did not see the trunk of his nose. Could it be that he had already been missed due to too many students coming out of the school corridor almost simultaneously? And now, the atmosphere around the school had begun to be quiet. Leaving only a handful of students who are still waiting for an invitation, or waiting for a public vehicle that suits their direction.

The guy who was similar to the drakor actor was trying to be patient while continuing to observe the gate from a distance. Wish Qameella would come out through that two-meter-high door.

"Why is it so long? Usually not all this time," he murmured uneasily.

"Don't get sick, so don't go to school. Ah, no way! That's what Tari said, if today Qameella entered as usual." he convinced himself.

Qameella was a very good student. He rarely misses school. Even though the sick girl will still force to go to school, because she is afraid to miss lessons.

Finally, his patience ran out as well. Guard is eager to get off his motorcycle, looking for Qameella at his school. But he can't do it. Because there is Rega who also schools here. Shame when his actions are known by his twin brother.

Therefore, the only way is to contact Tari. He asked for his help to contact Qameella. Because until this moment the number is still blocked, so it has not been able to contact Qameella directly via phone.

The Guard had not yet cleared the intended number, and suddenly the net was rattled with a car that had just arrived, stopping right in front of the school gate. He knew exactly who owned the four-wheeled vehicle. None other, and not belonging to the Rega Guard Nation, his twin brother.

Not long ago, a middle-aged man named Mang Bejo, a loyal driver who always drove Rega to pick him up. Get off the car seat behind the wheel. He seemed to be in a hurry to open the back door for the master. It was as if he was treating a prince.

After making sure Rega got in the car well with a girl, Rega's classmates also sat in the backseat with the employer. Mang Bejo immediately started the car engine, then moved away at medium speed.

The lives of Rega and the Guard were indeed very different. Even though both live in a big house like a palace. But Garda never felt the warmth of a mother's affection and attention. Similarly with Rega who never tasted the sweetness of a father's love. Rega who was educated full of tenderness and appreciation in the home environment. It was far different from the Guard who lived as they wished without anyone noticing. In the mansion, he was like being in a cold snow palace. Far from the love of parents.

He never really cared about who owned the car. Even if it belongs to Rega. But when he found out who was in the car, he became concerned and tried to chase after him.

From the half-open car window, Garda saw clearly who the girl sitting with him in the car was. The girl in a gray white uniform and wearing glasses minus it was Qameella! Yes that's him. The girl he had been waiting for had left with his twin brother.

His heart ached at the sight. Could this be the feeling he had felt back then? When he picked up what turned out to be Qarmitha.

Stupid fuck! Today I have to repair my relationship with him.

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To be honest, the girl with glasses minus was very awkward to get special treatment from Mang Bejo. Such polite treatment, never obtained before. She was also flattered, like a princess of the king.

Mang Bejo went to a roadside coffee shop, not far from the store while waiting for them to finish shopping.

Qameella and Rega immediately split the task of buying items according to the list. The two split up to save time.

Today was a bit exhausting. It doesn't go straight home. Qameella must participate as one of the members of the equipment section. Another week the school is set to host high school basketball and futsal tournaments in Bekasi.

Garda immediately went into the same store with Qameella and Rega shopping. Having previously parked his motorcycle perfectly. He didn't want to buy anything there. Just wanted to see Qameella to talk.

His net was busy sweeping through the entire corner of the store. Looking for a girl he misses so much. But it has not been able to catch the figure it is looking for.

Angle by corner through it. The shelves that cut through the spacious shop room were already passed by him. But still haven't met either.

This afternoon the shop visitors are not too much, making it easier for the Guard in the search. Still not seen the trunk of his nose. I don't know where he's hiding.

The guard immediately moved back and hid behind a shelf containing teddy bears and the like. When his vision almost rubbed with Rega. He purposely avoided it in order not to have conversations that he thought were unimportant.

Qameella had already picked up some of the items on her shopping list. Then he moved to another place to look for items he had not found.

Suddenly Qameella was surprised by the presence of a sturdy hand, suddenly blocking his arm tightly belonging to someone who knows. Her eyes rubbed with that person.

Rega!

The girl stared at the face of the guy in front of her. Also being looked at him was not less clingy.

Rega was still busy selecting and sorting out the items he would buy in the corner of the shop by the window.

No, he's opening Rega!

Gar-Garda!

The Guard instantly pulled Qameella out of the shop, without caring for the people who were looking at her suspiciously.

Qameella has tried to rebel there is a Guard hand check. However, the guy's fingers were too strong, until it involuntarily left a red mark on his wrist.

"Garda, peeling!" qameella thrashed.

The guard doesn't seem to care. The guy kept taking her to the parking lot. Riding his motorcycle after wearing a helmet. Turning on her motorcycle engine, when Qameella really has climbed on the motorcycle seat.

Like a buffalo whipped in his nose, Qameella could not escape from this monster guy.