Twin Love Persons

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The sky was already dark as Garda's motorbike stopped by the roadside before the gate of the residential complex that the Qameella family lived in. He was forced to comply with Qameella's wishes, who asked to be sent down far from his home. With the fear of Gusti getting angry, having previously seen their togetherness in front of the hospital this afternoon.

"Bi, we can still continue our relationship right?" ask the Guard to make sure. He knew Qameella still doubted his sincerity.

Qameella did not answer. The girl seemed hesitant to answer what. He is still not ready to undergo a relationship as serious as this even from the beginning of this relationship. Although the relationship that was lived with the Guard was ordinary, nothing happened. The doubt still continues.

"Bi, if you're still quiet. Don't mistake me for your silence, I take it as your consent to our relationship."

"Can't do it either, Gar.." Qameella finally opened her voice.

"It's better that elo be with Mitha, you guys are more suitable. Of the same me who had nothing to tug at," actually Qameella was only afraid her father was angry after seeing himself with the Guard earlier. But the Guard thought Qameella was sulking in jealousy.

"So, you still want to match me with Mitha?" goda Garda with a ignorant grin. Qameella only glanced at him at a glance looking unaffected.

"okay!" qameella's chest was in pain. There was a pinch of sadness tucked in the corner of his heart. "i was the same Mitha, but our relationship won't change."

"What's that?" qameella protests.

"Yes. You have polygamous me" he said lightly.

"Eh, kepedean.. I am casti just know the taste of lo!" hastily Qameella closed her suddenly presumptuous mouth. As if acting like a fierce wife who does not accept polygamy.

The guard chuckled amusedly. He was happy to see the jealous reaction Qameella showed.

"I..ih, how come you're laughing?" Qameella stomped her feet. Disappointed the girl left.

"Sorry, sorry," the granddaughter of the Guard still chuckled. He stepped down from the seat of his perfectly parked motorcycle. Hurriedly pulling Qameella's arm held back her departure.

"I'm sorry," the look in his eyes showed his sincerity and seriousness. "i promise, it will not tarnish the sanctity of our relationship with the presence of a third, fourth to infinity." Qameella frowned seriously.

For a second, two seconds, the two men of different sexes looked at each other. Locked in the eyes of each. Soluble in silence unintentionally created without sound. Although the roar of the sound of vehicles passing around the highway near them stood up enough to mute the ears. But it does not affect anything.

The next second, Qameella turned her back to avoid the gaze of the Guard's eyes, which were increasingly bewitching her into a world that had no idea what her name was.

In one blow the Guard could hold Qameella in his arms. Qameella was shocked. The shadow as the Guard took Qameella's first kiss suddenly appeared in his mind.

"What-ap-pa did you do to me?" todong Qameella freaked out. Garda drowned his face in the niche of his wife's neck. "elo. elo. don't try anything..."

"Stranquil, don't be afraid!" whispered Garda inhale the scent of Qameella's body which of course makes the fur of the romance bristles.

"I just want to hug you. I miss." her hands gently caressed Qameella's hair and back.

Qameella was very uncomfortable to get such possessive treatment from the Guard. He was almost drowning in a sea of bottomless feelings with her. Fortunately, sanity still dominates to be able to make a movement to brush off the Garda's embrace that increasingly makes him short of breath.

"Don't! Don't slap me again!" exclaimed Garda lirih while tightening his embrace.

"That hurts," he continued to loosen his arms, putting some distance between himself and Qameella. His hand touched the cheek that Qameella had slapped. "you better reply with a kiss so that it is more delicious."

Qameella pushed the Guard's body rough until it created a considerable distance.

"Basic perverted guy!" his hardship was annoyed immediately running away leaving the Guard in his place. The guy smiled broadly at the attitude of his girl who was still shy.

A security guard at the post noticed the girl's strange behavior, immediately reprimanding her. But the girl was still dissolved in her own happiness. Until they do not heed the reprimand. He kept running until the road to his block of houses.

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The annual sports week tournament between high schools in the city of Bekasi, finally took place lively with the school where Qameella demanded knowledge as the host.

The event began with an opening ceremony followed by all school representatives attending the tournament. They had all gathered in the school hall that could accommodate a range of three to four hundred people.

During the tournament there were no teaching and learning activities at the school. Students who were not involved in the committee were shut down. Every day athletes from different sports come from different schools as school representatives.

The second day of the tournament the basketball team from Qameella school competed against the basketball team from XX State High School as the opening match. And a representative futsal tournament from SMA Negeri X against SMA B.

Qarmitha smiled miris sat in the stands, watching his teammates compete. With his feet still tied in bandages and forced to take off his basketball uniform of pride. Because he could not be included in the match this time, given his condition is still not recovered. The girl was just wearing her High School uniform.

Both Qarmitha's hands clutched firmly at the end of the spectator's stands. When his school representative team failed to score points. Inwardly he wanted to immediately rise in place of one of them.

You idiot! You are all like little insects in front of them, if you do not immediately change your strategy! pekik inner Qarmitha.

He saw Yasmin who looked exhausted in the face of their attack. Usually in such a pinched condition, he would move nimbly to help and break the impasse that occurred.

"Fucking leg! Why get injured when it's not right?" he swore to himself with his jaw hardened, recalling the accident that resulted in an injury to his leg.

Qameella and a girl friend, who is a student at her school, were walking side by side carrying baskets containing various kinds of balls. These items will be handed over to the equipment section committee in the field. Oya, here Qameella and her friend became members of the equipment section committee. The task he was doing was quite exhausting.

The ringing of Qameella's phone rang loudly to fill the committee room. The phone was accidentally left on the table when he was about to bring the goods, Qameella forgot to put in his pants pocket.

The phone rang no one lifted because the room was empty. Until he died himself. Not long after that the phone rang again. This time someone picked him up. His forehead frowned in wonder when he saw the name on the screen. The name written is unusual.

"Hello, Bi.." cried a voice from across.

"Hello."

"Bi, is your voice any different?" ask the Guard astonished.

The receiver of the phone frowned even deeper. Recognize the voice of the person on the other end of the phone.

"Sorry, who's got another hp gone. My friend. If you want to chat elo call again." he concluded the call unilaterally.

"Rome?" suddenly Qameella walked in, shocked to see her phone in her hand.

"Sorry, that's.. hp me huh?" tanyanya hesitated. Rega turned to the square flat object he was grasping.

"Oh, yes." Rega hurriedly handed the phone to the owner. Qameella looked at the guy with a look of disbelief.

Because the guy is super calm, indifferent and never want to know the affairs of others. Suddenly touching his personal objects that should be a matter of privacy.

"Sorry, I had to pick up the phone elo, because the noise did not want to stop. But elo don't worry, I didn't say anything to him. Just saying call you back." he explained to Qameella not to misunderstand.

Qameella only nodded stiffly, still distrusting with Rega's attitude.

"Yes, I heard a guy's voice. Call that 'Bi." Rega immediately passed away from before Qameella. After that he sat down at his desk in the corner of the room.

The guard? Qameella widened her eyes.

"Hopefully he's not going berserk" Qameella said in her heart.