Twin Love Persons

Substitute Player

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"Well sure this plan will work?" ask Maya to doubt.

"But I think your idea is too crazy." Yasmin looked worried.

"You guys just calm down. If you both want to help me, I guarantee you will succeed," said Qarmitha confidently.

*

Before the sun set, Qameella was driven home by the Guard. But not directly to his house. Except on the side of the road before the gates of the complex. The girl asked to be dropped off far from her home. Still afraid of being caught by both parents. No matter the persuasion of the Guard in order to deliver to the front of the house. But still not heeded.

Guard quietly followed his wife from behind on his motorcycle. His heart was not calm if he let Qameella go home just like that. The guy wanted to see his girl completely safe arriving at his house.

A line of smiles behind the full face helmet rose on the thin lips of the Guard, after watching his heart rush into his house. Then he turned around to leave the residential complex where Qameella lived.

Qameella was already in her room. Removing the sling bag that is crossed on his left shoulder. Then hang it on a special hanger for his collection bags that there are some filled the place.

Qameella did not take a shower. The girl chose to sit by her bed. Unlock the minus glasses that frame his clear eyes. Put it on the nightstand next to the bed. After that massaging the base of his nose that feels tired of stacking the frame of his minus glasses with closed eyes. Then lay his body just like that on the bed.

I don't know why his chest felt tight when he remembered Fiola's words in the bathroom at the cafe earlier. Although from the outside Qameella looks like a calm, cold, and barely expressionless person. But the depths of a person's heart no one knows. How deep and how injured when his heart hurt. Amazingly he would never express his feelings to anyone. He would swallow it himself, no matter how painful, painful and painful the wounds he suffered.

If Qameella could not endure the pain in her heart, she would usually be aloof shedding her tears by crying herself in silence and darkness. So that no one knows his joy and sorrow.

No clear water escaped the corner of his eye. But he did not want to cry at this moment. He wanted to be happy considering how sweet the Guard treated him as his girl. That girl is so special in her eyes and her friends. It felt like time stopped spinning when the Guard was with him. Enjoy the attention and love of the guy who always calls him 'Bi' or 'Bini'.

Qameella smiled to herself as she recalled the Guard once calling her 'Bin'. It was then changed by the Guard itself to 'Bi', because Qameella had protested, thinking the call was strange. And liken it to Mr. Beans. Although different writing but the mention is the same in Indonesian.

"I love you." she whispered and embarrassed herself to cover her face with both hands.

*

The annual sports week tournament between high schools in the city of Bekasi, did not feel it had entered the semifinals. Now the schools that are participants in the tournament slowly but surely began to shrink.

In the corner of the basecamp.

A girl with her legs still covered in bandages, and the street was still limping with injuries that had not healed completely, was having an argument with an adult man.

Time and again the tall, burly man dressed as a coach, and the hat covering his black hair reminded him of the girl's physical condition of not allowing matches. Until the man was made furious, neither was the girl tired to force.

That man gave up. But the girl did not instantly become a core player. He was just a substitute. With a heavy heart the girl agreed.

*

Qameella bowed silently to a strong reprimand from the chairman of the committee. Don't ask what's wrong. Because everyone knows what's wrong. Yes, he was found guilty of taking sides. Worse yet he did not side with his own school team, instead became a supporter of the opposing team. Qameellas... Qameella... Find a disease anyway!

As a member of the Qameella committee should be neutral. But what can be done, all that happened is not his own will. All this happened because of the Guard the culprit. Uh, nyebelin!

Because of his mistake Qameella received an disciplinary punishment. The girl was released from the committee membership. Without even trying to refute in self-defense, he accepted it straight away. Remove the uniform and attributes of the committee, then put it on the table of the chairman of the committee.

Qameella left the committee room. After previously apologizing and saying goodbye to the chairman and colleagues of the committee.

Dari's face looked very sad. But considering that the Guard had already made Qameella punished, the hue of her face turned ferocious.

"Basic fucking Guard! Look out if I meet, I mocked until out santen," hardiknya with hand movements like being squeezed.

"Elo think I'm a pressed coconut can come out santen?" suddenly there was a heavy voice that a man made the fur of the hair of the Dance bristled.

"Oh, my feelings are suddenly not good?" Dance stroked his nape. Slowly he turned his body looking for the source of the sound.

Dance gasped at the figure who was looking at her sharply. It was as if from his gaze could bring out tens or even hundreds of sharp weapons that were ready to float directly into the crown of the head.

It flashed a stiff smile, creating a significant change in just a matter of seconds. Dance's facial expression changed 180 degrees.

"Who would want to tease you, hehm?" asked the Guards full of emphasis while crossing both hands in front of the chest.

"Who's hehm?" insist the boy raise next to his eyebrows.

Stiff smiling dance.

"No. it's coconut. Well, shredded coconut, if mocked, continuously squeezed can come out santen," he said immediately stunned. It turned out that facing the Guard with this kind of condition had its own aura. Horror aura makes my feathers stand up. He was afraid of his enemies, he thought.

"Well, if you curse me again. I'll let you know the taste, "the Guards bluff scares Tari. And. the girl's face suddenly pias.

Why am I being threatened back?

Qameella gave a small smile looking at the interactions of those closest to her for now. Occasionally he seemed to tidy up his minus glasses that framed his clear eyes.

"Bi.." suddenly Dance widened her eyes to hear the voice of the Guard that immediately turned soft.

Lah bujug bushyet! Why be a gini? Earlier, when I said the same I also held sangar. The huft!

From a distance two pairs of eyes, but from a different place, staring did not like to see the familiarity of Qameella and the Guard.

"Gue won't let that cute chick snatch the Guard from me. Because Garda is just for me" said a beautiful girl with clean skin like porcelain.

While in a different place, a guy who was very similar to the Guard from head to toe, said nothing. He only saw them without anyone knowing his heart. Except for him and God All Know.

*

Basketball started ten minutes ago. Qarmitha looked agitated at the sight of her friends competing. Sometimes he uttered a swear word when he saw one of them make a mistake to fail to get points.

"What's your plan, Tha? How come you can be sure you want to replace the position of Ririn or Desi?" asked Yasmin curious. "indeed elo not afraid that your legs will get worse, if you keep playing with us?"

"Elo calm down. I just want to pump Mr. Jajang doang to fight Ririn or Desi in the second half."

"Continue.." Maya's cut looked impatient.

"After one of them both comes out, I'll go in. But..." Qarmitha deliberately hung up her sentence, while paying attention to the expression of the two young girls in front of her. "when entering the field, and competing is not me."

Yasmin and Maya were shocked, then exchanged glances.

"Meella, Meella is going forward for the future of my dreams for a while," he explained, which was immediately understood by the two girls. Even in their hearts they still have doubts.

"He will be a substitute. He'll disguise himself as me. So that people will think I'm the one who's playing in the middle of the field."