Twin Love Persons

Cheated on?

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Qameella walked alone in the school corridor leading to the library room. This area is the most deserted zone among other areas. Indeed he deliberately avoided the crowd at this time. Enough crowds make his head dizzy.

After completing a task that is not one hundred percent done alone. Because of teamwork and other factors. He immediately decided to leave without asking permission first to the chairman and other committee partners.

Resting the brain and body into a quiet mode in a quiet place as well. It is something that is often done every day, when teaching and learning activities are common in schools. Like a phone that must be charged to increase power.

Taps! Taps! Taps!

There was the sound of sneakers hitting and rubbing against the floor. The voice sounded the longer it got closer and closer towards Qameella. Want to not force him to look over to make sure. And...

Greb!

Someone caught his hand quickly, unavoidably. Then take her to another corner of the corridor. Caged Qameella who just resignedly attached her back to the wall behind her. While the front does not know who did the prank. He had not seen it clearly.

Qameella's eyes closed tightly with an irregular heartbeat rhythm. Fear also spread to his heart.

"Agod! Please I am not wrong. Help u! Forgive me!" pekiknya fear. Both of his hands were clenched in front of his face.

"Deliver! Please release me! I ..."

"Bie... Aini!" qameella's eyelids opened violently in a position that had not changed.

Geez, how come someone called me Bini anyway? Ah, where is it possible...

Qameella's inner voice was stirring in disbelief at what she had heard.

"Bi.." the man shook Qameella's shoulder, resuscitated from his daydream.

But...how rich voice I know huh?

"A-am bang, I don't do anything. Please don't hurt me" he asked.

"Ck! Bi, Bini," again the man shook Qameella's shoulder. This time he was forced to shake Qameella's hand which had blocked his sight earlier.

Kontan Qameella gasps. Unknowingly his mouth opened and gaped in surprise. But it hurriedly closed with one hand as the person brazenly wanted to land a kiss on his ripe lips. Finally the kiss fell on the back of Qameella's hand.

"Ih!.. pervert!" Qameella pushed the person's chest strong. Without being able to dodge his body was pushed back a few steps. Tidying up the location of the glasses that sag from the base of the nose.

It was like Qameella hitting the guy on the head with a hammer was like hitting a nail on the wood as hard as she could. Or crumple it like useless paper, then throw it into a super-smelly garbage can.

Ih, really bad! You crazy perverted guy!

"Did you come here?" ask Qameella sarcasm.

"I should have asked you that. Why are you secretly here alone? Come on, who do you want to meet? Don't you ever think you can cheat on me huh, Bi."

Qameella massaged her temples slowly. Dizziness facing the model magic guy like in front of him.

"Most think lo, so shame," he said.

"Yes, I mostly think because there are other guys near you."

Qameella frowned in wonder.

Guys? Which guy tried it? You weird guy hello, it's so perverted now suspecting as if I'm actually cheating.

"Well, what the hell, I don't know what you mean? Mending is right. I am lazy to think about it. I want to take a quick break before focusing on work related to committee."

The guard was stunned and petrified on the spot. In silence she tried to digest every single word Qameella had spoken to her.

Seeing the Guard's silent attitude, Qameella could not remain silent here either. He had to immediately leave from before the Guard before his brain exploded unable to face the Guards' acutely starting genitals.

"So, who's the guy who picked up my phone?" guard's question undoes Qameella's move.

"You're not cheating on me anymore, are you, Bi?" guard's eyes looked sad. Qameella let out a short and rough sigh.

"According to you, how?" Qameella purposely asked back questions to test the extent of the Guard's trust in him. Then turn around and leave the Guard if the guy doesn't follow him. In fact, the handsome guy even tailed her.

"Lho, why ask again, Bi?"

"You know I'm cheating, you believe me so. If you don't believe me cheating, I'm sure the rich mind won't be stuck in your brain" Qameella's diplomatic answer seemed to let the interlocutor build his own opinion. He does not want to lead others to think he is a good person.

Guard was surprised to be amazed by Qameella's thought which was quite open. Usually every time you get an accusatory question like that, girls will defend themselves desperately to convince their girlfriends by issuing a deadly seduction style.

A unique girl! Such was the mind of the Guard towards his wife. Yeah, that's how he always thought Qameella was. It was only fitting that when the Guard was close to Qarmitha, thinking that the girl with a near-perfect resemblance, Qameella did not demand much explanation. But his decision was too overwhelming, without further ado, to ask for a break up, and suggested that he choose Qarmitha.

There is no secret because there is nothing to hide. But he also had to look at the situation and conditions so as not to harm Qameella, which was his priority. For himself, he was a fool, because of the nickname trouble maker that he carried. Even if he behaves like an angel, there will be no effect.

"So, you don't want to be frank about the story, the guy on the phone?"

"So!"

"Why?"

"Because you don't believe me, and you're cheating on me. So what's it for? I'm talking until my mouth comes out of foam, too, right?"

"But you can say who that person is. If you don't have a relationship with him try to explain, convince me, make me believe."

"Dispose energy!" Qameella still keukeh do not want to open the voice about the man who has been presumptuous to touch his personal objects.

Eventually the Guard chose to budge, rather than affect the relationship between himself and the newly improved Qameella, he thought there was no point in extending the affair that was not really important. And he was sure his girl wasn't cheating on him.

After making peace, the Guard pulled Qameella to sit on one of the spectator benches, located at the front closest to the edge of the futsal court.

Qameella could not resist. The girl simply complied and waited for the futsal match to begin.

How surprised Qameella was when two teams of futsal players entered the field. His eyes opened wide to see who was standing there.

OMG! Guards...

Garda stood among his teammates in a yellow-orange jersey, as well as red futsal shoes. Suddenly there was one thing that made Qameella shake her head, when with his flirtatiousness the Guard rolled one eye, accompanied by hand movements giving a distant sun.

All the spectators were screaming hysterically with all kinds of reactions. From the baper, jealous, dislike and others.

But the expression Qameella showed looked flat while fixing her slightly degenerate minus glasses. Not unaffected by the Guard's ridiculous attitude. As an ordinary girl like her age in general. His heart is certainly very flowery like the Nusantara flower garden.

Know not the hell you guys? Qameella is in a dilemma. Because the team that became the opponent of the Guard team was a student from his school. The huft! Benerrrr...

Qameella wanted to hide herself inside the barrel, so as to avoid the murderous eye gazes of the futsal team supporters from her school. While he sat on the opposing team's support bench. Here too Qameella seems less welcome. Besides being considered foreign, they also wear committee uniforms.

Guards...

Qameella lowered her face while massaging her forehead which started to feel throbbing.

Geez...I am a rich man who is caught cheating! But this time, I cheated on my school. OMG, what can I do?