Twin Love Persons

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Dance immediately hit and hugged Qameella tightly. Then closed his eyes tight. The girl was really very scared. In his brain had sprung horror-smelling thoughts that only weakened his faith. His body is also shaking.

Qameella who had no preparation got a surprise attack from Tari, her body became limp and fell to the floor with Tari in an overlapping position.

"Oh, my goodness, Tari.." she cried in a shrieking voice. He tried to let go of Dance's embrace, but the skinny girl who was hugging him was reluctant to let go. Precisely tightened it to make Qameella almost asphyxiated.

"Dance... freelin! Elo heavy tofu!" his words are not at all Dari.

"Gue was afraid, Meel.." lirih Tari was still reluctant to let go of Qameella.

"Yes, I know elo scared, but not gini too..." Qameella was forced to push Dance's body to stand up. "gue also became afraid, if you continue to be rich gini."

Dance hurriedly grabbed the arm of Qameella who had just stood up straight, then tightened her body.

"Click deh, Tar. parnoya do not acute gini. Because as far as I know, people who are afraid are haunted. Elo wants to be there..."

"Meella.. elo don't make me more afraid dong.." interrupted Dance cut Qameella's speech.

Qameella smiled faintly. Not to laugh at his best friend's fears. Instead of looking at the frightened expression Dance looked very funny.

"Elo must be brave, fight your own fear. Okay?"

Dance thumped her lips while grunting heavily.

"How'd it go?" tanyanya polo's.

"Well..how are you?" Qameella was confused to answer.

"Where the hell lo, I nanya, elo even back ask," he grumbled.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a spiritual expert. Yeah, well, elo suggest yourself by saying 'go brave, I'm not afraid', that's."

"okay!" Dance nodded her head steadily.

"OKAY? Okay what?"

"Okay, I'm brave, I'm not afraid, am I?"

"Sip! Now we go out yuk, it's night we go home," said Qameella who was immediately followed by Dance.

Along the way, Tari continued to recite the words that Qameella taught like a mantra, to suggest that she should be a brave person. Qameella was sad to not be able to take her motorcycle home.

Huft, if you know this mending I just sleep at home. I'm tired of coming here the results are nil. Because of the Dance whose level of independence is high, aka acute. Inner groaned.

The two girls walked down their long, winding school corridor towards the school gate.

*

Mr. Supri and the Guard met Mr. Herman, who was also a school guard in the middle of the road.

"Man," call Mr. Supri say hello.

"Eh, Pri, where are you going? Is there a Mas Rega too?" the sturdy man nodded his head at the Guard.

The Guard immediately replied to him. He did not expect his twin brother to turn out to be quite popular among the school guards. And they seem pretty familiar. That's why they called him 'Mas Rega'.

"Mas Rega kok tumben anyway, the nights like this come to school what is it?" investigate Mr. Herman who made the Guard stammer whether to give a reason.

"Usually if there's anything Mas Rega directly call me or Supri."

"Yes sir, I actually have no plans to come, but..." The guard lost the idea.

"What the hell, Man? It is up to Mas Rega to come or not," continued Mr. Supri as if defending the Guard.

The guard grunted softly.

"Well, you see the two female disciples here?" asked Mr. Supri to divert the conversation.

"Woman disciple, who?" Mr. Herman frowned deeply. "the feeling I don't see anyone here."

"That's, Qameella's dance. Qameella is Mas Rega's. Who wears glasses."

"Oh yeah, yeah."

"See you?"

"No!"

"Well, how the hell lo, yes but no. Ora danta lo."

"Abis, don't I see, do you want to say look at that?"

Seeing the two school guards at odds, the Guard became uncomfortable being between them. Moreover, he had to quickly find the two girls. Worried that something had happened to them as a result of the yelling.

"Sorry gentlemen, since it's late now, we should quickly find their whereabouts. I'm afraid they'll get lost in this big building" Garda said, keeping the two men focused on Qameella and Dance.

"There was a female voice screaming in the parking lot near the UKS room" added Mr. Herman.

"Can be. Yes, we better split up, so we can quickly find them. How pitying them, maybe now again in one place in this building while holding back fear," the Guard argued.

The Guard, Mr. Supri and Mr. Herman immediately shared their duties and split up to find Qameella and Tari inside.

*

"Meel, may I ask you something?" Tanya Dance suddenly.

"What?" Qameella asked back while looking towards Tari.

"Ehmm. but elo promise yes, don't get angry," dari pinta while showing her little finger.

Qameella smiled coldly.

"Actually you want nanya or not sure to make a deal anyway?"

"Hehh.. want the real thing," Dari scratched his head that did not itch while grinning awkwardly. Actually he was curious and very curious about Qameella's relationship with the Guard. But it feels awkward to take it.

"Ask what?" Qameella challenged Tari to ask him.

"Right, if I asked you that you weren't mad at me?" Qameella nodded slowly. "elo want to be honest with me?"

Suddenly Qameella squinted her eyes, looking at Dari with an expression that made my hair stand up.

"Eh.. yes," said Tari timidly. "because I want to ask about the relationship elo with the Guard."

Sontak Qameella speechless heard the name Guard called. His eyes were tightly closed as he remembered the Guard robbing his first kiss.

"Why?" ask him without expression.

Dance pulled Qameella's arm, asking her to sit on the long bench in front of the X class she passed. Without a fight the girl just like that.

"Actually, I don't have a problem elo want a relationship with anyone," Dance began to open her voice. "and as long as I'm comfortable elo-fine aja."

"Night night, mending elo talking to the point, Tar," said Qameella interrupted.

Dance was silent for a moment, looking for the right words to convey to her friend.

"Now I want to ask, since when do you know the Guard? Do you know who he is yet? I mean...where school, whose friends? Everything about him."

"Lo's question is too long, it's already rich in cars. I'm so confused which one to answer," complained Qameella.

"Reply answer me, do not use confused." urged Tari.

"It's important that you know about my relationship with the Guard. Or I don't think I know him, Tar?" the look on Qameella's face suddenly changed.

"That's not what I mean, Meel.." kilah Tari gave an understanding. "gue just wonder, how can you really have a relationship with the Guard? Especially this afternoon, which left me thinking... Garda kissed elo, and I'm sure it wasn't just a regular kiss. Because I see him, he really did it from the heart. I'm just not like that."

Suddenly Tari covered her own mouth, discussing her relationship with Dimas. Qameella looked at Tari with a look.

"So, what have you two done?" qameella's investigation diverted the conversation. Dance stumped shy smile.

*

The Guard's been searching almost all over the building. Then as he passed through the corridor linking class X to class XI, his cloud suddenly caught the faint voice of the person chatting. Without wasting time, just direct the handsome guy to the scene.

Wanted to turn out again at a chat here. He murmured in his heart.

The guards did not approach them immediately. He deliberately hid behind a wall not far from where Qameella and Dance were chatting. Not that he wanted to steal someone else's talk. Since the object they were talking about was her, then she should know the contents of their conversation first.

Why are they both talking about me?

"My relationship is the same Dimas recently discussed. What is important now is the extent of the relationship with the Guard. How can he kiss elo. There's no way he's just a prank."

Qameella still hasn't answered Dance's question. The girl was still listening to everything her best friend wanted to spit out in the form of long questions and statements. I don't know when his ears should hear his chatter.

"Meella... elo was just quiet? People answer cake," complained Tari seemed tired of talking.

"Well, what do you want me to answer?"

"But he asked..."

"OKAY. I answered all of your questions from A to Z," Qameella finally opened her voice. Calmly the girl explained the beginning of her encounter with the Guard until there was a relationship that was somehow called what. To be honest, he did not want to have a relationship with any guy. Unconsciously her tears fell down just like wetting her cheeks.

Dance was shocked to hear Qameella. He never expected the girl he had known straight-forwardly his life. Of course there will be no trace of the love story he has. It turned out to have a special relationship with the Guard, the most respected head of the ABABIL gang. And the most astounding, like lightning in broad daylight seemed to strike him, was when the girl in glasses minus, secretly married by the Guard because of an incident.

Inner Dance did not want to believe all the stories of Qameella.However Qameella is not the type of person who likes to lie. I don't want him to believe it either.

“Tar, I ask elo not to tell anyone about this problem yes.” Pinta Qameella was down while removing the rest of her tears on her smooth cheeks. “plisss...”.

“So, until this second no one knows your marriage problems with Garda?” tanya Tari makes sure.

Qameella nodded slowly.

“Including family..nyokap, bokap, also Mitha no one knows yet?”

Qameella nodded again.

"Yes, I know I never told anyone about my relationship with him. Including elo too."

"Meel... Meella.. I never thought it turned out to be a magical girl," either Dance was praising Qameella or even mocking her, shaking her head.

Qameella scrunched her forehead not knowing the meaning of Dance.

"Elo thought I had a will lamp Aladin," Qameella's murmur did not receive the magic.

"That's not what I mean, Meel. I just want to say if you turn out to have an attraction also in the eyes of the Guard. And the origin of elo know yes. even though the Guard impressed playboy and often surrounded by cute girls, he said he was the type of loyal guy."

At his place of worship secretly Garda smiled happily to get praise from Tari.

"Sotoy lo, it's a rich shaman."

"I mean, I don't believe."

"I don't believe it. The Guard is more suited to Mitha. So, if they continue the relationship there is no burden.” His voice sounds so relaxed. Indeed, maybe only his silence can avoid it from past events. When Mitha was dating the same person she liked.

“Kok elo said that anyway? Doesn't he have a crush on the Guard, Meel? Guard it handsome lo...” god Dance.

“Why? Elo afraid of the events again rich that time?” guess the Dance correctly.

Qameella just silently did not respond. Dance can deduce from Qameella's silence that her guess is correct.

Is this the reason he sent me, also behind my necklace? Thought Guard. In his heart he wants to be strict, "Jeez Bini. I swear to God, I don't know if Mitha has a very similar face."

"Keep, how is your relationship with Dimas?" qameella asked to change the subject.

Suddenly, Dance fell silent. It felt heavy that he was dismantling his own ulcers to others. Even if that person was Qameella, her own best friend.

"Why? You don't want a story?" ask Qameella.

Dance did not answer. The girl hesitated to answer.

"Ah, you cheat, you forced me to make a story. Well, now elo itself is a story, how the hell lo?"

"It's not so, Meel..."

"Honestly, who knows I can help, if you have a problem. Elo don't just be quiet or alone." persuade Qameella to let Tari share with her.

"But Meel. And. I'm afraid that people will find out about my relationship with Dimas. Let alone the two old men until they found out," Dance's voice sounded trembling withstanding the cries.

"What is the extent of your relationship with Dimas? Is it just as rich me and Garda, who suddenly married secretly, so?"

Dance shook her head, denying it.

"So, how...." Qameella's a little frustrated.

"Gue is not virgin, Meel," replied Tari slowly but clearly heard in the ears of Qameella and Garda.

"What?" Qameella surprised.

"My relationship is the same Dimas is too far, Meel..." Dance could not continue her words. The girl was crying bitterly. Of course crying over his stupidity that was eaten persuaded by a human-shaped demon called Dimas.

The Guard clenched his hands tightly until his knuckles turned white. His hardened jaw held a temper tantrum towards one of his men who turned out to be a bastard.