Twin Love Persons

First Kiss

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Tari was forced to park his motorcycle in front of a roadside stall, after having had time to piggyback on Qameella to fill up with gasoline. Fifteen minutes ago he accidentally chased after his best friend

purposely witnessed his quarrel with the Guard. What a rare sight.

Actually Dance never meddles in other people's problems. Or trying to poke into the affairs of others to be gossiped. But right now the person in trouble is Qameella, his best friend too

his neighbor, in addition, if the guy who was in contact with Qameella was not the Guard, maybe Tari could still ignore it.

Well, this is Guard! Who doesn't know him? Pandega Garda Negara, leader of the most respected ABABIL motorcycle gang. Making children his age from any High School made cold heat just hear his name

termed. Kian makes the heart of Tari feel intrigued to learn what is the relationship between the two of them?

Even though he did not know what was the source of the problem, he still invited him to speak to dispel his curiosity. At least as a good listener so that the burden in his heart is a little lighter.

Then Tari drove back his motorcycle after finishing filling up the gasoline. Throughout

the journey of neither Dance nor Qameella speaks. Dance is usually more active, while Qameella is a loyal listener. He would occasionally speak when asked for an opinion

The dance. But this time, Dance chose silence. Either respecting Qameella's privacy, or there is no proper subject matter.

On the way home, Dari suddenly sees Dimas riding his motorcycle while chatting with a girl in high school uniform. I don't know who the girl is, Tari can't see it clearly because she wears a full face helmet.

Dance realized there was unresolved business with Dimas. Without a second thought Dance turned the direction of chasing Dimas.

“Kok muter back anyway, Tar? Where are we going?” qameella was confused.

“Sori, Meel. Emergency, I'm going after Dimas. Elo a tight handle yes,” sahut Dance focus on crowded highways, fortunately not jammed. He increased the speed of his motorcycle until the Qameella reflex hugged the waist of Dance from behind.

After nearly 30 minutes of chasing Dimas, Tari finally parked his motorcycle in the front parking lot of the futsal field building. Where Dimas' motorcycle is parked perfectly. While the owner is together

the girl went into the building.

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The guard sat down and stared at the necklace that Qameella returned to the stands near the entrance. Not caring about the occasional cheering sound broke out from the penonto sitting in the same place as him. In the middle of the field his classmates were also one gang was competing. Not competing in the real sense, because they are just a fad and a joy.

His heart was too miserable as if lamenting his asthma fate. Until he does not focus on the ongoing match. It turns out that losing the figure of Qameella who had been a supporter of his life, felt heavy and torturous. Indeed, the presence of a unique girl feels different filling her days. His life is very colorful surrounded by his gang friends who can be said to be rame. But from Qameella, he could see a striking white color. The color that gives peace within him.

Although their togetherness is only a short time, the influence of Qameella is very large. It was his wise counsel that made the Guard aware of the importance of learning. Be more gentle with others. By not heeding the sneers of his friends who thought it strange to

the change.

"Hey, honey.. why the hell daydream while looking at that useless thing?" reprimand Fiola while gawking spoiled sitting beside the Guard.

"Ck! Elo tuh that is not useful," spray Garda sewot, do not accept to hear the insult of his classmate.

"Ish... is it really that bad?" fiola sulked while distancing his body while squinting in horror eyes, but after that resonated again at the Guard.

Dimas came while carrying a beautiful girl, who was known only a month they were made.

“Hei, Bro!” he shouted out his hand in front of the Guard, immediately welcomed to do their typical greetings.

Garda looked coldly at the girl at a glance. But a pair of eagle eyes can detect like a metal detector. Success made the girl goosebumps scared, then tightened her embrace on Dimas's arm.

“New again?” syndir Garda as Dimas hobby flocking girls.

The short-haired and low-crested guy felt pinched by the speech of the gang leader.

“Ah, you can, Bro. Rich I got girls everywhere,” rebut Dimas smiled awkwardly as the girl who was at the side put on a sulking expression.

Fiola stretched out slowly to straighten his body.

Dimas scratched his non-itchy nape while glancing at the girl named Syashi beside him. Poor chick was made bete by Garda's speech. He's not feeling well.

With fear and shame Qameella follows Tari into the futsal building. His gaze went around observing the surroundings. Stranger, that was the word that came to his mind. Because he doesn't know them at all. His hands were busy twisting the rope of his bag that was transverse in front

his chest, to relieve his nervousness and fear.

“Hey, Tar,” greet someone whose voice sounds so familiar to Qameella's ears. His eyes were turned to that man.

That was Ryan's voice. One of the guardians. The man approached the dance. Now the two positions face each other. Instead of Qameella turning her face away from Ryan's sight, she met the Guard. It was fortunate that the guy did not see Qameella, until the girl could turn her body around behind him. But late, Garda had realized the presence of the girl. He knows his woman very well.

The Guard quickly stood up. His gaze looked at Qameella's back.

“Where are you, Gar?” fiola's reprimand was confused. The guard did not respond. He's moving forward.

Fearing that her whereabouts were known to the Guard, Qameella immediately said goodbye to Dari who seemed to still be talking to Ryan.

“Tar, gu-gue wait in front only yes,” he said without turning his head. Then hurriedly leave.

Just two steps of his feet stepped suddenly his left arm was blocked, forcing him to look back. His pair of eyes behind his minus glasses widened in shock. Everyone who was there was no less shocked.

The guard!

The Guard unceasingly pulled Qameella's arm, until her face hit the chest of the Guard's field.

Qameella tried to break away from the Guard. Quite unexpectedly the guy hugged him tightly, like a person who was giving up longing after years of not meeting.

Suddenly the mood became quiet. The match that had been running so exciting came to a halt. They all witnessed a rare spectacle. Hownot? The entire age of the Guard had never acted out of control like that.

Dance and Ryan gawked.

“Lease! Take me off, Garda!” pinta Qameella muttered in the Guard's arms.

The guard loosened his embrace. His face looked down. His eyes looked at the miss of the girl in his arms. His hand stretched out gently stroking the top of Qameella's head. It was as if he was saying, how unfortunately he was towards Qameella.

Qameella raised her face. His eyes were angry and wanted to protest. But not yet

his lips blurted, Garda had already silenced the lips of ranum Qameella with his lips.

For a moment Qameella's body froze with her eyes wide open.

“Oh my God!”

“OMG!”

“Gosh!”

“Yes!”

There were many more words of exclamation coming from their lips, the audience free in the live broadcast.

Dance closed her wide open mouth. His eyes widened in shock at the performance before him.

Oh my goodness, my first kiss!

Qameella pushed the Guard's chest with all her might until their kiss came off. Quickly Qameella rubbed her rough lips with the back of her left hand, erasing the traces of Garda's kiss. While his right hand reflex slapped Garda's face furiously. After that, he ran away crying.

The Guard held onto his hot cheek from Qameella's slap just now. Then ran after the girl.

Dari chases Qameella behind the Guard.

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In this blessed month, the author and family would like to say 🙏🙏 "goodbye to fasting, for those who practice it."

May in this month of forgiveness we purify ourselves, and draw closer to the Khalik. Also the corona outbreak that has damaged the health of the world, quickly disappeared. And the national economy soon stabilized, aamiin 🤲