Twin Love Persons

Elo The Wrong, I'm the Crying One

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Qameella washes dishes after finishing her own dinner at home. Then put dishes, spoons and glasses that have been clean to the dish rack next to the dishwasher sink.

“Why Dad and Mom still haven't come home? Should have gone home,” murmured himself. Usually both parents are at home at this time of day. Because the restaurant managed by both parents only operates from morning to afternoon. It never closes past four or five in the afternoon. So before he went home from school, Dad and his mom were sitting on the terrace or in the living room watching Dad's favorite reality show. Because if you will not focus on watching tv before his favorite soap opera aired.

“Thatha hasn't come home either. Basketball practice until midnight? Not tired of what? The robot only has a button off it so it can rest.” He continued to be upset with his family members who suddenly made him alone. He went to his room.

While sitting sweetly leaning on the head of the bed, Qameella checked the message or chat that entered her phone after it was removed from the cable charger hp. The long-haired girl decomposed until she passed her shoulder in shock after seeing dozens of missed calls from Gusti.

“My phone is so much, what is it?” tanyanya wonder at herself. “don't-don't there be a big problem. Try me phone back.”

Qameella's nimble finger instantly neutralized Gusti's number. In the third ring just connected. Hurry her says ‘halo’.

“Where have you been, La? Father contact inactive-active your number,” spray Gusti on the other end of the phone. Qameell's heart immediately shrunk in fear.

“Sorry Well, earlier lala lowbat, this has just been removed from the casan,” her mouth was defending herself.

“This you, now is good at refuting Dad, yes?”

“Sorry Well..” Qameella bowed lethargic with a soft voice. From the first Gusti was a bit hard to educate his daughter this one. The reason is that Minang and Javanese men are afraid that the girl who is familiarly called Lala has the same personality as the unruly Qarmitha. So whenever Mitha made a mistake, Meella was the one who bore the frustration of her father, frustrated to feel that he failed to educate one of his twin daughters.

Qameella fell silent, not daring to make a sound again. He won't be sprayed again. In his heart he was guessing what he had done or Qarmitha, until Gusti was this angry with him.

"Yes, I just want to say you're okay at home. Do not wander anywhere," Gusti said as if Qameella is the same as Qarmitha who likes to wander at night, or even not come home because of staying at his friend's house.

"Lala never wandered, Father.." said Qameella in his heart.

"Father is still in the hospital, and Mama is here, too" Gusti told her whereabouts in a quieter tone of voice.

Qameella straightened her body.

"At the hospital? My mom is the same mom why?" tanyanya's worried.

"Father and Mama are okay," Gusti replied soothingly. For a moment Qameella snorted in relief.

"But Thatha. He's been in the care of a few days..."

"What happened to Thatha, Dad?" the girl panicked.

"Thatha injured her leg during basketball practice this afternoon."

"Oh my goodness..." Qameella closed her own mouth which was opened from being too shocked. He was also saddened by the injuries suffered by his twin sister. "very bad, Dad?"

"Not yet to know, because it is still waiting for the results of the doctor's examination." explained Gusti.

"Lala go there, Dad. Lala also wants to nemenin Thatha in the hospital," Qameella said quickly.

"No, it's night. If you want to look at Thatha, tomorrow you can, too" the man across the street sounded resolute. Sontak Qameella fell silent unable to refute her father.

"Well, Dad." said he wasn't excited. He was sad not to be allowed to see Qarmitha's condition. Although their relationship has not been good lately, as a sister she still cares about her sister.

Qameella heard the sounds of activity on the other end of the phone. Showing the busy atmosphere there. The phone connection was still connected, but Gusti did not speak to his daughter anymore. He could be heard talking to someone there.

"Well! Dad's habit," his heart was about to disconnect his phone. But, not yet had her beautiful thumb touch the icon off on the screen, suddenly Gusti voiced again undo his intentions.

"Yes, Dad,"

"Yes to La... I have to go to the pharmacy to get a prescription for Thatha. You're fine at home. If you are afraid to be alone ask Tari to stay at our house to nemenin you. Oya, your motorcycle, it's been brought home, isn't it the same as you?"

"Motorcycle?" Qameella.

"Have you?"

Qameella suddenly hesitated to tell the truth. That this afternoon after school he didn't bring his motorcycle. Because he came home with Rega. Qarmitha came home late from him. And usually Mitha takes him home. The key to their motorcycle was still in Mitha's hands. Indeed, when he left school this morning he was driving, while Qameella just sat sweet in the back seat.

"Lala?" ask Gusti to make sure his daughter is still on the other end of the phone.

"L-yes, Dad," he said.

"Yes, I'm closing first." concluded Gusti ended the conversation without waiting for an answer from Qameella.

Qameella was silent as she stared at the screen of her already normal phone. Then he breathed heavily. His concern seemed to invite him to fly considering Gusti's treatment of him and Qarmitha. A treatment that felt very different was felt between her and her twin sister. Sometimes soft but rough on Qarmitha, so that his inner cry was also saddened by the experience of Qarmitha. But the affection Gusti showed often looks bigger gushing on Qarmitha. But to him it is mediocre. Either because Gusti is picky, or just his feelings.

Sering Qameella iri dengan kebebasan yang didapat Qarmitha. Tanpa beban dan bisa bebas menentukan segala yang diinginkan sendiri. Berbeda dengan dirinya yang harus terima didikte dari A sampai Z. Ingin rasanya dia memberontak seperti Qarmitha. Tapi, nyalinya terlalu kecil untuk melawan Gusti. Dan dia pun tidak ingin menjadi anak yang durhaka seperti cerita dalam legenda 'Malin Kundang'.

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The guard laid his body on the mattress, folding his arms together as a pillow under his head, one leg bent and the other leg rising above him, after dinner. A faint smile continued to force his lips to widen. His eyes stared at the ceiling of his room. The memory of kissing Qameella is still in her brain memory. Kidnap misses in the corner of the sanubari. Desperate to meet the soulmate.

Then he got up to sit, weighing whether to remain still in place just befriending a pseudo-fiction. Or go out to meet and carve love into reality.

Without a long time the Guard stood up. Take a short breath, strengthen the heart. Then he moved away from his big room and grabbed the jacket hanging from the door, as well as the key to his favorite motorcycle.

After blaming his motorcycle engine, he darted away from the garage of a house that contained five luxury sedan cars of different colors and models, brands and years of manufacture. In addition, there are also four collections of his motorbike with different types and types.

Qameella snatched the cherry blossom patterned jacket from inside her dresser. Keep his phone in his jacket pocket and put a hoodie on his head. After that, he left his room. He intends to go to school to pick up his motorcycle which may still be parked there. Because he doesn't know exactly for sure.

"Well, I went there alone? Then if there's nothing about me who's not helping?" he said as his feet passed through the living room towards the main door. Qameella pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket. Find the Dance number and instantly dial it. His free hand turned the key to open the door.

The phone that had been attached to Qameella's ear was immediately connected.

"Hello, Dance." she said as she opened the door.

"Hmm, yeah.." said the voice across.

Qameella was surprised that the person who was on the phone with her was already in front of her eyes. He's clucking pissed.

"Kok elo already nyampe first anyway? I just called elo" he complained to Tari without disconnecting his phone.

"Yes, I was talking to you on the phone, he asked me to nemenin elo at home, afraid elo lonely," replied Tari straightforwardas.

"Oh..." Qameella rounded her lips while nodding her head.

"Btw, bus way. Elo not afraid of pulse banter?" tegur Tari who immediately responded Qameella.

"Oiya, I forgot" he said, disconnecting his phone.

"Yes, yuk!" qameella exclaimed after locking the door of her house. The dance looked confused.

"yok? Where you going?" search Dance. "the door of the key is so, how can I enter? I'm a subtle creature that can break through doors,"

Qameella giggled amusedly, aware of the misunderstanding that occurred. The grunting dance is upset.