Twin Love Persons

Fisrt Kiss (POV Guard)

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Sorry readersku... episode ‘First Kiss’ deliberately author to use two points of view from Qameella as well as Garda so that the balance only. Because each head has a difference in taste and content of the head. Hope the readers can all enjoy the story casually.

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POV Guard

My biggest mistake and the one I regret the most is dragging an innocent, also stiff girl like Qameella into a bond loop called marriage. I admit our marriage is not yet legal in the country. But I believe it is legal before religious law.

If only time could I replay it on my last night. This bond probably won't happen. If that night I had chosen to push him out of my reach, he wouldn't have stuck with me. Unfortunately, that night I pulled his hand. Take it wherever my feet go. My hand seemed to have a magnetic field that was very close to his hand, so it was difficult for me to let go even though he had tried to rebel and break away from my hand.

The huft! Rice has turned into porridge. It's useless to regret. Time can only move forward, not back and forth as beautiful as the title song Syahrini and Rina Nose. Kwkw.…

After the wedding, Qameella and I agreed not to tell anyone. But I kept telling Keling about my relationship. Because I asked him to drive to the jewelry store to buy a wedding ring. And until this moment the ring I bought was still not given to Qameella. Not that I don't want to, but I'm waiting for the right moment just to give it.

In my eyes Qameella is a typical noisier girl, listening more than talking. In another sense he's an irritant. That's why I feel so comfortable when I talk to him. I could call him for hours just talking about the obscure. Just this time I met a simple girl who can make my heart calm when with her. Well, even though I'm often speechless with advice that's so striking to me. But I am not angry, precisely because of his advice slowly I can change myself even though it is still a mess. At least I'm trying to change in a better direction.

There is one trait that I can say I do not like. It was too closed and cold. So closed I didn't know she had an identical twin sister. Because of his resemblance to his twin brother

it wreaked havoc on our relationship.

I mistakenly recognized her as her twin sister, Qarmitha. Damn the girl wasn't honest with me about her true self. The most common is when suddenly my contact number

blocked by him. For the first time I was made confused by a simple girl like Qameella. At first I didn't know the reason behind it. And in the end I could tell that it was a form of protest and anger towards me.

Once I was told about Qameella from Tari, who turned out to be her childhood best friend. From the story I can see my mistake. I can also recognize who Qameella is. It also distinguishes it from Qarmitha. I decided to apologize to him, it was quite difficult for me. Looks like I'm late. He really shut himself off from me. It's hard to explain.

This afternoon I was determined to see him. Across the street in front of his school building, where I used to wait for him. After some of my waiting, I saw Qameella with Rega, my twin brother. Suddenly being in the same car left their school. I don't know where they're going, I don't know. Without wasting any time I immediately caught gas following them.

I painstakingly controlled my heart and my feelings, so as not to be overcome by the flames of jealousy that kept dancing incinerated my heart. Without the ba-bi-bu I pulled him out of his place with Rega.

I was forced to stop my motorcycle on the side of a fairly crowded highway vehicles passed by, after hearing the whining of Qameella many times who asked to be dropped off immediately. Not to mention three punches

which landed on my shoulder, although it did not hurt but disturbed me enough in driving. I can't believe it reminds me of the beginning of our first meeting a year ago.

I was surprised to see his attitude change. Qameella's not the person I knew before. He suddenly became a stranger in my eyes as he sounded more chatty and impatient. Unlike usual who is calm and always talk as necessary. Could this have something to do with his mistake last week? I thought at the time.

Qameella got straight down from the seat of my motorcycle bonnet, after making sure it was perfectly parked. Then he took a path opposite the current about to run away from me.

“Elo where the hell are you going? Can you wait for my explanation?” I pulled Qameella's arm, holding back the girl's departure.

I gasped at Qameella's angry eyes. I'm really speechless. Although my girl did not let out any spicy words, I could feel her aura of anger. And of course this is beyond my expectations.

A lot of street users are staring at us with all sorts of perceptions. Starting from the kepo to the one who sneered at the behavior of a pair of young people in high school uniforms. It could be that they also consider the attitude of Garda and Qameella too much, rich drama snobs in the soap opera. But I choose not to pay attention to any of that.

“Bin-Bini..please, plis! Listen to my explanation first yes,” my door very much. But in Qameella's cold attitude.

Many times Qameella reminded us that our marital status was not yet legally valid in the country, and doubted the legal religion because there was no presence of her father Qameella as the guardian of the marriage. I choose not

heeded it.

“Could not helo release my hand?” qameella asked coldly to divert the conversation.

With a heavy heart I let go while staring at the weak arm I just held strong. My heart was sad when I saw the girl I often called 'Bini' rubbing her own hands, to relieve pain because the effect of my grip was quite strong.

“Sorry, no one needs elo clear. Because everything is clear. Elo is wrong people if you are still chasing me.” Qameella sarcasm and emphasis. My heart was broken and wounded to hear his words.

In the dictionary of my heart, no woman has ever rejected my love. Usually I always reject the love of girls who always come begging for love to me. This time, things turned around for me. Simple women who barely have the attraction of success to destroy the arrogance of a Pandega Garda Negara the female conqueror and street conqueror.

“Ta-tap-but.” I'm still trying to find a gap.

“That's it, don't be lebay. Elo wrong people. I'm not the girl you're looking for. Better find another girl. Maybe now he is waiting for the arrival of lo.” As if she did not want to give me a chance to explain, with a slightly trembling voice held back the tears and pain in her heart.

“Bini i...” said I again keep trying to explain.

“Stop!” pekik Qameella interrupted. “please don't paggil me with that disgusting title. There is no relationship between us."

“Enough!” again, Qameella interrupted by showing her five fingers. I was silent too.

Suddenly Qameella felt her own chest confirm the existence of something I did not know. It turned out to be a white gold necklace complete with a pendant engraving my name there. I'm happy that he always used it as a tribute to me as a husband.

I gasped as Qameella returned my gift necklace, as a wedding present at our sudden wedding. The fool I thought was showing me that he was wearing it all this time. I'm speechless.

“Gue returnedin necklace of your loving gift as a marriage mascawin .. ah, what,” Qameella deliberately hung the sentence, because uncomfortable with his own words.

“This may be the best way for us,” said Qameella with a heavy heart. Then left me just like that in the middle of a crowded street. My heart is completely shattered out of shape.

I want to feel like I'm lamenting the destruction of my heart. But as a tough guy, my mind refused. I must be strong! One growing up a thousand. Broken growing, lost changing. Huh! My heart still hurts.

I came to the Futsal field after being contacted by Tikeng. He asked me to take to the field to compete. But I refused it on the grounds that I was tired. Thankfully, the boy was not too pushy. Until I could sit in the stands looking at the necklace I just pulled out of my uniform pocket.

The huft! Why is a broken heart so bad? Can I forget this pain? Ah.. no one else, maybe now I get karma, because often make many girls heartbroken. My mind continues to fumble unbecoming.

I did not care for the sound of cheers that disturbed my complexion, occasionally breaking from the spectators who were sitting in the same place as me. In the middle of the field my first-class friends and one gang were competing. They compete in the real sense, because it is just a fad and a pleasure.

Instantly I turned into a melancholy guy. My heart is too miserable to mourn my good fortune. Until I can't focus on the game going on.

It hasn't been two hours of breaking up with Qameella, it turns out to be so painful. Moreover, all this time he has been an encouragement for my life. The presence of a unique girl feels different. She has her own color when it fills my days.

My life is already very colorful surrounded by gang friends who can

arguably rame. But from Qameella, he could see a striking white color. A color that can bring peace to me.

Even though we were together for a while, I felt that Qameella's influence was enormous. It was his wise counsel that made me realize the importance of learning. Be more gentle with others. By not paying attention to the flips of my friends who often think strange.

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

beside me.

"Ck! Elo tuh that is not useful," spray me sewot, do not accept the insult of one of my girl friends who have a million charms. But I never felt that her charm had such a meaningful effect, like Qameella.

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

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

“Hei, Bro!” he held out his hand in front of me. I immediately welcomed him to do our special greeting.

I stared coldly at the girl at a glance. I'm actually annoyed by the work of Dimas who is a playboy class who pretends to be teri. But I don't like to interfere in other people's business. The girl looked creepy in fear, then tightened her embrace on Dimas' arm.

“New again?” sindirku as Dimas hobby flocking girls.

The short-haired, low-crested guy felt pinched with my words.

“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.

“Where is the old one? Elo is still fine with him, right?” ask me to ignore the girl's feelings next to Dimas. I purposely said that to remind him of Dance, which may have been forgotten by one of my friends and men. Unfortunately, the girl was desperately searching for her whereabouts.

Dimas scratched his non-itchy nape while glancing at the girl named Syashi beside him. Poor chick was made bete by my words. Dyed until not feeling good.

Not too long ago, I saw a figure that I already knew very well. Yeah, she's my girl, my wife, Bini...

He seems very nervous and nervous. He tried to avoid me, and immediately left this place.

I quickly stood up. My gaze looked at Qameella's back. I don't want him to leave me again. I have to get her heart today.

“Where are you, Gar?” fiola's reprimand was confused. I didn't respond. Keep moving forward.

I hurriedly stepped

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

Without further ado I pulled Qameella's arm, until her face hit my midsection.

Qameella tried to escape from my grasp. Then I hugged her body tightly. I have been waiting for a moment like this for a long time. I miss him so much.

Qameella was struggling to escape me. Without further ado I kissed her sweet-tasting lips.