Twin Love Persons

Don't Go Again...

🙋 Hi... readers.. 🙏 sorry yes the old author of the update, understand the name is also again Lebaran feast. Like most other Muslims, the author is quite busy preparing ****bengek lebaran from before Lebaran until the day of Eid who roamed around to the house of sodara near n far, far away, to establish a cord of silaturrahmi with family, all looking for the envelope lebaran 😁😁😁... understand the name is also the envelope fighter lebaran🤑🤑.

Well, mumpung still in the atmosphere of Eid, author n family said 🙏 "Happy EID AL FITRI 1442 H, MINAL 'AIDIN WAL FAIZIN, PLEASE FORGIVE BIRTH AND INNER."🙏

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Qameella came out of the girls' bathroom at her school, after she had finished cleaning herself, and changed into her white-gray uniform. His body uniform was folded and neatly stored in the brown paper bag he carried.

Either because of luck, or get an opponent who is not proficient enough to easily conquer them. What is clear is never Qameella thought if the ability to compete still has not worn off. Although not as agile as Qarmitha. When compared to his classmates can be said to be quite good.

Though since his eyes were minus and required him to wear glasses, and was declared a failure to enter the core basketball team at Junior High, Qameella no longer plays basketball as before. Only occasionally he played during class meetings after school exams before rapotan. That's the team he supports always loses.

His team-mates always blamed Qameella for wearing his minus glasses during the game. Until his glasses often fell even stepped on until broken by a friend who was also competing with him.

But the nature of Qameella who can not talk much in front of other friends. He just chose to be silent to hear all the complaints of disappointment his friends who always blame him. Worse yet, he has not been recruited as a member of the basketball team by his friends since then.

"Well, it turns out great also you, Meel," cried Alda, his teammate earlier, removing Qameella from the reverie.

Qameella smiled shyly.

"Ah, Al's usual time, don't have to be enlarged that way," he let out a shy hue. "you and the others are also great."

"It's not unusual, Meel. I think elo has been advanced if you want to continue training," refuted Fia who was practiced by Alda, Risma and Yuli. Qameella was flattered by their praise. But. her heart is doubtful.

Did Alda, Risma, Fia, and Yuli really say? Do they really honestly praise him, or. huft... Qameella snorted softly and long. He does not want to think much which end up making disappointed.

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As was agreed last night, when Qameella and Tari left for school, they went to the hospital to visit Qarmitha. Two kilograms of oranges and apples were carried by Qameella as a hand.

Qameella and Tari walked into one of the rooms, where Qarmitha had been treated since yesterday afternoon. Second-class hospital inpatient room.

Not fancy but not simple. There were three beds inside, each in a long curtain lid dangling almost to the floor. However, it can create a barrier between one bed and another.

Beside the bed is deliberately prepared a nightstand to store the luggage of the patient. And a single bench for the patient's family to sit in the room with a special card waiting for the patient from the hospital.

Without knocking on the door first Dance confidently barged in. Qameella walked behind her tail. There was a faint sound of people chatting from behind the door. Suddenly the sound from the inside shrank automatically when the two entered. Maybe they thought the nurse or the doctor was coming.

Well, apparently Qarmitha is not alone in her nursery. Sarah, Amelia and Yasmin sat on an empty bed in the middle. Coincidentally the patient in this room is only a Qarmitha. So, the empty bed is very used by them.

Because no other patient besides Qarmitha occupies the most corner bed facing directly to the window. So the curtains that are commonly used as a barrier between the beds, shifted to the corner so that they can communicate freely.

"Hey, Tha, how are you doing?" reprimand Tari while moving forward towards the bed occupied by Qarmitha. Passing through the empty bed behind the door that turned out to be occupied by several people in high school uniforms was also there.

Dari ignored the strange attitude of the three friends of Qarmitha who suddenly pias, when he heard him greet Qarmitha with the name 'Tha'. It is short for the name Qarmitha.

"Lumayan, but still sick anyway," said Qarmitha relaxed. Touching his bandaged feet.

Dance turned towards the bed which is now switched functions into a seat for patient visitors. Saying hello one by one is like being absent.

"Lho, are you here too?" the question was aimed not at the three girls occupying the middle bed. But a group of guys consisting of Tikeng, Rombeng, Keling aka Ryan, Sonik, Iwan, of course minus Dimas. What Qameella knows is they are members of the ABABIL gang.

They all occupy the bed that is at the most corner near the door, as well as the single chairs that they stack up lined up against the wall so that the occupying can lean.

Of course Qameella gasped at their presence. I didn't know if they were very familiar. While his self who had been close to the Guard was never familiar with them.

The glasses-minus girl simply smiled as she nodded her head as a greeting to them. Directly answered by them.

As much as possible Qameella was acting naturally, behind the nervousness and uneasiness that suddenly raged in her heart. I don't know why he's so tense at the moment. Tucked into worry if the Guard was among them. In reality, the guy does not exist.

"Well, Meella's our friend, too. Naturally if we come to see him," Tikeng replied confirming. After the man was with another friend who frowned in wonder.

Qameella was surprised to hear her name mentioned, but not her self in question. His eyes turned to stare intensely at Qarmitha. He wondered why he used his name, not his own. Though he was sure Qarmitha was a fit person, and it was not difficult to have a friend that he liked.

Qarmitha codes Qameella when their eyes meet. Qameella understood the code her twin sister intended. Ask them not to be honest with them. Do you know what Qameella is feeling right now? It hurts! So ill. A pain that does not bleed. Also tight. But nothing squeezes him. Success makes it difficult to breathe but does not have asthma. Crying but embarrassed. Said to release the Guard for Qarmitha. Oh, so this sudden whimper!

"Who did you say just now, Meella?" Dance asked for an explanation with a very serious face.

"That's... Meella´s. Aren't you guys?" Tikeng pointed his index finger towards Qarmitha, while patting the thigh of Rombeng who was sitting next to him.

"Yes. What's wrong?" sahut Rombeng who even looked confused.

Dance linked her eyebrows together until they almost fused together.

"Well?!" rough sigh. Then turned towards the rough Qarmitha. His eyes stare. Qarmitha avoided Dance's piercing gaze.

From the tail of her eyes, Dari can see the same expressions shown by Sarah, Amelia, and Yasmin. It seems they were deliberately trying to deceive the Guard and comrades. Then he understood the reason Qameella released the Guard for Qarmitha.

Oh, so gini way lo, Tha?

"Dance.." said Qameella pulling the end of the sleeve of the Dance jacket. His head shook his head, which meant that he did not want any continuation that led to a fight.

Dari looked rough with an equally sharp eye. But slowly change. Qameella shook her head.

"Yes, I brought the fruit" said Qameella to divert the conversation. Immediately headed for the nightstand next to Qarmitha to pick up the almost empty parcel basket. To put the fruit he brought there.

"Meel, who's beautiful too. Still single, right? I know dong!" tanya Sonic prank.

"Beliebed the Ayu, just found out how you feel!" connect Iwan. Welcomed the tingling nudity of almost the entire room.

Qameella was not affected by their babbling. The girl placed the fruit in a basket of plastic she carried.

Ryan stared intensely at the glasses-shortened girl. He felt very familiar with that face. But his weak memory took quite a long time to recall.

"You twins, huh? You see, your face is similar, the difference is one with glasses the other is not," Ryan's investigation is still trying to remember.

"L-yes, we're twins. Identical twins" said Qarmitha tergugu.

"Fuck, nobody, he who is wrong does not accept being wronged" the Guard grumbled as he pushed open the door of Qarmitha's inpatient room that was not tightly closed.

Suddenly Qameella's body held onto hearing a very familiar voice in her ears. Suddenly his still busy hand moved the trembling fruit. While others immediately turned their eyes to the source of the sound.

"Why the hell, bro? New nyampe already nyampe nyap aja," scolded Iwan.

"That, it was in front." The eyes of the Guard combed through the entire room. Suddenly his eyes were fixed on the figure of the girl with glasses minus at the end of the bed Qarmitha, in front of the nightstand. The girl had just stood up after picking up the fruit that had fallen on the floor.

Bini's...

All who were waiting for the continuation of the Garda's speech, were made to frown in wonder. Then follow the direction of the Guard's gaze which was fixed on the two twin girls.

"Cie. who just met her boyfriend so fascinated.." said Amelia make a scene.

The deg!

Qameella's heart ached. Because she knew the direction Amelia was not going for her. Except for Qarmitha.

Geez... Why does it feel like this sick? Patience La... elo must be strong! Strong! Strong! Remember, that guy is not your boyfriend! the inner whisper of Qameella.

Qarmitha only smiled wryly at Amelia's babbling. But not with dance. He felt very sorry for Qameella who did not react as the Guard came and stared intensely at Qarmitha. It felt like he was yelling, revealing Qarmitha's lies.

"Bi.." shrieked the Guard who sounded muttering.

"The fruit falls to the floor, should be washed so that it is more hygienic," added Qameella awkwardly. Without waiting for an answer from anyone, the girl directly defied the fruit basket towards the sink in front of the bathroom but close to the entrance.

The Guard moved forward with Qameella moving forward in the opposite direction. Without blinking the Guard continued to stare at the face of the girl he had always missed. While Qameella as much as possible avoid his views from the man who also missed him.

"Cie. cie. the prince approached nih ye.." the voice continued to ring in Qameella's ear, but made an unpleasant pulse in her heart.

Qarmitha displayed her best smile. Even though he knew the Guard already knew his true identity. He remained confident the guy would play the skit in front of his friends, deeming it Qameella. This was evident when his friends still called him 'Meella'.

Garda was saddened to see the expression on Qameella's face that pretended not to see her. He was clearly in front of his eyes.

Bi... Is it really the same with me?

Without the Ba-bi-bu the Guard pulled Qameella's arm until most of the fruit in the basket she was carrying fell splattered on the floor. The girl was very surprised and immediately raised her face.

"Eh, I'm sorry" Qameella's great-grandson, even though she's innocent.

Suddenly they were all shocked to see the interaction of the Guard and Qameella. At first they thought the Guard would approach Qarmitha. But halfway through deliberately pulling Qameella's arm.

"What's the apology for?" the sarcastic Guard asked, but his eyes were sad, showing a deep longing.

"Eh, uh. maybe I just wanted to hit you, or. I almost spilled these fruits..." Qameella spoke very politely and formally. Feels foreign to the ears of the Guard.

"So. sorry..."

They're all speechless. However, there was a smile on Tari's lips.

Finally, love knows the way home. Inner Dance cheered happily.

Qarmitha's face changed pias. Sarah, Amelia and Yasmin.

"Hey, bro. Relax a little, do not be fierce with girls. Especially the same brother-in-law himself," seloroh Tikeng who does not know the business.

"Bi.." great-grandson of the Guard. Qameella was shocked.

"Meel, what's the name of Lo's twin sodara, Bi?" telisik Iwan's. Of course the person being spoken to was Qarmitha, not Qameella.

Qarmitha could not make a sound. His tongue suddenly felt weak.

The fine fur at the nape of Qameella suddenly goosebumps, called 'Bi' by the Guard. He knew the extension of the word 'Bi' was 'Bini'. A loving call that is often spoken for him.

What's the matter? Why does the Guard call me that? Does he know maybe?

"Hey, bro. really do you in front of your own girlfriend want to gaet adeknya too. You wanna be a crocodile, huh?" sindir Sonik while chuckling.

The Guard ceded his ears. He doesn't talk to anyone. The focus right now is the girl in front of him. Noiseless but his nimble movements were not tired of rebelling. The look in his eyes was agitated and uneasy looking around who was also looking at him with diverse gazes.

"Bi, sausage..." The guard pleaded with a soft look.

"I'm sorry, you're wrong. I'm not..."

"Enough Bini!" the Guard snapped with a rising voice cutting Qameella's speech.

"This?" kontan they were all surprised. What was even more surprising was the name 'Bini' which was only intended for a Qameella. Even former Guards girlfriends have never been given a special call like Qameella.

"Click, don't dodge anymore. Don't leave me again, plis..."