Twin Love Persons

Listen to My Curse

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Mr. Supri and Mr. Herman almost simultaneously walked towards the Guard.

Although it was not his name that was summoned, the Guard remained shocked. And immediately realized that now he was playing the role of another person, who was none other than his twin brother Rega.

Garda smiled awkwardly as if he had been caught stealing with the conversation of the two girls.

"Hey, Ga. Why are you here at night?" tanya Dance full search.

The guy looks nervous. Especially when he realized Qameella's eyes on him, looking sharp as if he wanted to swallow it round and round.

Somehow the inner Qameella questioned the figure of the guy in front of her eyes. Although the face looked like Rega, but the appearance and some things he could not explain himself, doubted what he had seen.

The guard! His inner cry, suddenly rounding his eyes. His forehead also shriveled.

Amidst her inner opposition, Qameella tries to believe the fact that Mr. Supri and Mr. Herman, even Tari calls her Rega.

Flashback Off

"Well that guy was Rega?" his murmur recalls. "but my heart is sure that the boy is Garda. Then, why would he come night and night to my school? Is it possible that he will not accept and take revenge on me, because I slapped in front of many people?" suddenly he was scared by himself.

"Huh, wrong yourself kiss me without excuse. Fortunately, I just slapped. How about until my neck chokes? Ih, my mind is a criminal gini anyway?" Qameella rants alone. "but.. if that was true Rega, why would she go to school? Ih, so weird!"

"Meel.." call for Dance to wake Qameella from her daydream. The girl was wriggling while staring at meyu towards her best friend who was still awake. Then sit up and rub your eyes.

"Elo haven't slept?" reprimanding him with a typical sound of people just waking up, making Qameella immediately close the curtain on the window of his room that was opened. Then sit on the bed staring at him.

"What time is it?" Dance circled her gaze looking for objects that could indicate time. "Huh, it's been a really good night. Why elo is still literate, not sleeping.  Elo want to hitchhike?"

Qameella smiled faintly.

"Gue is neither a mansip nor a security guard, Tar..."

Dancing chuckling raucous which greeted light waves Dance.

"Gue just can't sleep."

"Why? Is there anything else you think?"

"Hm." Qameella muttered while nodding her head.

"What's? L'm I?"

"One of them. I also thought about Mitha in the hospital. I haven't seen him yet." Qameella's voice sounded soft and soft.

"Thank you, you've thought of me, Meel. Elo my best friend," Dance hugged Qameella warmly. "but, you don't have to think about me really. I will try hard. As long as whatever the conditions are later, Elo remains my most caring friend. Let nothing change between us." he continued with a raucous and quivering voice, as tears welled up in his eyes.

Qameella nodded in agreement, agreeing with Dance's speech.

"Kalo elo is worried about Mitha, well. because elo has not seen her condition. Yes already, tomorrow we go home from school to the hospital, look Mitha together how?"

Qameella smiled happily. Then nodded slowly.

"Yes already. We slept yuk!" take Tari while laying her body under the blanket. Qameella followed his advice and did the same.

Dance turned her head to the side, staring at the astonished person who was already lying on her side. The girl seemed frozen with a blank look staring at the ceiling above her. His pair of hands were still holding the end of the blanket that covered up to his chest.

"Why? What else is your mind now?" tari's reprimand shifted her gaze back to look at him.

"Tar, according to you, that was really Rega, wasn't it?" instead of answering Dance's question, Qameella asked back. It was as if he was doubting the figure of a guy who looked like Rega.

"Well, no papa. It's just me..." Qameella hung up her sentence, hesitating to continue.

"Oh, so the elo ngarep who came earlier was the Guard, not Rega?" fashion Dance.

"That's not what I mean."

"You don't think so, what do you try?" Qameella did not answer. "my kalo anyway, bodo very. Regarding Mr. Supri and Mr. Herman said Rega, yes I did not follow." Cuek dance does not want to take a headache.

"Why the hell?" reprimand Tari when the interlocutor is still dumbfounded is not clear, and he also does not understand because he can not guess the contents of his best friend's heart.

"Gue was scared, Tar," Qameella said suddenly. Make Tari widen her eyes and tilt her body to face Qameella. His forehead wiggled in wonder.

"Fearful? Why?"

"Fear. If the Guard comes to me for revenge."

"Revenge? Is elo lakin the same as him?" telisikannya.

"Well, because I've slapped him, '" said Qameella hesitated. His face suddenly seemed red. "somehow kiss me not excuse me. I'm a rich inanimate object statue that has no feelings," he continued muttering but can be heard clearly by Tari.

"Ck. So you want the Guard nyium elo to say first, excuse me first elo?"

Blushes. Just contact Qameella's face successfully made blushing because of the words of Dance that is quite striking. Moreover, after hearing the sound of unquestionable ruckus made the 2nd grade High School girl embarrassed half to death.

"Elo, what the hell is Tar..." Qameella could not hide her embarrassment with a shy smile clearly etched on the tip of her lips. Then drown his face in the blanket.

"Hah.. I did not expect yes, it turns out my friend who is quiet and shy abis, can be rich gini," Dance chuckled. "gue think elo will be single for life. But in spite of your story, also see the reality when the Guardium elo openly, openly in front of me and his friends, I'm sure if everything is real."

"Elo think what?"

"Well, I think the Guard is really serious about elo."

"Forbid lo, where it may be," Qameella denied it.

"So, I don't believe."

"Ngapain I believe. Not close to him."

"I used to be not close to him. But when I was dating Dimas, I became familiar. Dimas is a member of his gang. I'm so far away from sodara."

"What, sodara?"

"Yes. It turns out I'm the same Guard still that way. But not close."

"So, elo same Rega also sodaraan dong."

"Yes, they are twins. I was sadaraannya the same Garda doang. But, if I'm not familiar with Rega. You know yourself, if Rega is like ice cubes in the refrigerator. So I'm gonna talk to him."

It was not until what time Qameella and Tari chatted tonight that the two fell asleep lulled in a dream.

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After breakfast at Qameella's house, Tari returns home to change her school uniform. Then leave for school along with the motorcycle Dance of course, because the motorcycle Qameella still left in school.

"Where are you going?" the sound of reprimand forced Qameella to look for the source of the sound, as she just stuck her butt on the chair.

A stiff smile from the always cold face was able to give a small ripple in Qameella's heart.

Rega's? Tumben...

Yes, yesterday Qameella was forced to leave without saying goodbye to him because the impatient Guard, immediately kidnapped him out of the store.

"Where do you know the Guard?" the question that was more impressed by the interrogation made Qameella nervous.

"It turns out you're not as innocent as I thought." Without waiting for an answer from Qameella, the cool guy just walked over to his desk. While the girl was just speechless without being able to say a word.

I don't know what it means to say Rega who thinks Qameella is not as innocent as he thinks. Leave a question in the heart of the girl.