Twin Love Persons

Difficult Move On

The final round finally came. After almost a full week the participants of the fighting tournament underwent round after round of matches. Now, they are fighting for the top championship position in each sport they participate in.

At exactly 8am local time, the tournament began with two different sports at once. Namely, volleyball matches using the field out door. The versatile field because it is often used for sports and any activities, located in the middle of the school, on the left and front sides around the class X building of IPA, IPS and Language majors. While for the basketball sports use another field. Located in the school hall which is wide enough to be used as an indoor field. It's not just basketball games that use the court. Also futsal matches will use the same field.

Without the command of the audience of each team of the sport, directly occupy the stands of the supporting audience of each school with the attributes to encourage the team of the champion.

Qameella is also a part of them. The girl sat mingling with the other audience, one school with her. His heart was quite happy to see Qarmitha finally being among the players. Even if you have to sit on the bench. Given the foot injury he had just healed.

Suddenly Qameella's smile slowly faded, as her pair of dark netra caught two extremely familiar figures. In the stands of spectators who were on the other side across the field. Who else if not Guard and Fiola. All this time Qameella only knew the two were only friends.

But look at their sitting positions that are close to each other. Fiola's hand was clutching the possessive Guard's arm, as if it didn't want anyone to seize it. While the Guard looked fine-fine alone was treated like that. It certainly invites a different perception for anyone who sees it.

Suddenly the Guard deliberately embraced Fiola's shoulder. After previously releasing the gamitan Fiola's hand. He deliberately did it to hurt Qameella. After the girl's honest speech hurt her heart.

Fiola who got such treatment, felt the upper hand. The beautiful girl thought, soon the Guard will fall into her arms. Replying to his love which has been hidden only in his heart.

Yet it seemed that the Guard's revenge attempt seemed futile. Just tell me her ex-girl, looks unaffected at all. Qameella even showed her best smile, as if she was happy to see the happiness of the Guard and Fiola. Although actually in Qameella's heart was sad to see the intimacy of the Guard and Fiola. Just yesterday, the man declared his love for Qameella.

Heh, yes, he deserves to be happy. Get someone who can love and love him sincerely. Than me, he can't be happy. (Qameella)

Fucking fucking chick! When he didn't mean to see me at all like Fiola like this? What is his heart made of? There was no angry expression on his face. Or. it's true that he really doesn't feel the same way. (Gard)

The frustrated guard himself saw the indifferent attitude Qameella showed. He wanted to stand up, and come to the girl. Berate the maki, yell loudly when necessary scold the girl. Let everyone know how hurt her heart is with Qameella's cold demeanor. Yes, now the girl with glasses minus it more like ice cubes that freeze also hard.

Not long after Rega arrived, sitting on Qameella's side. The sight certainly burned the heart of the Guard. Moreover, looking at Qameella's sincere smile aimed at Rega. It's really sick. More pain slashed sembilu.

Without the Ba-bi-bu the Guard removed his arm from Fiola's shoulder. Then leave the stands.

Fiola was surprised as well as astonished by the attitude of the Guard that had suddenly changed drastically. He could only stare at the back of the Guard that kept passing from his sight.

"What's the same with the Guard, how's it weird?" fiola muttered still did not understand. Then his eyes involuntarily saw a figure that was very similar to the Guard.

"Lho, that's. ah, there's no way he's a Guard. The Guard just got out of the field. But, really fast time already sitting with the four-eyed cockroach?" Fiola looked like he was thinking hard. In his confusion he left his seat. Chasing after the real Guard was already too late to catch up. Better late than not at all.

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Garda had just finished tying his favorite futsal shoelaces. Futsal costume pride with red color with light green trim was attached to his athletic body. A handsome guy who looks like a singer and actor from the country of ginseng, Kim Myung Soo, looks dreamy.

Tikeng, Rombeng, Ryan Keling, Sonik and Iwan were also concerned. The '45 Guard fighting spirit that once flared in the beginning of the match. Until determined to win the title when he won the match in the semifinal round. But when the final match was in sight, the Guard instead looked uninspired.

They all knew what was the cause of the Guards' turmoil. Even though the man did not say his feelings, still the friends who always accompanied almost 24 hours knew what was raging in his heart.

The current Mood Garda is really like a rollercoaster. Up and down, swooping sharply. In a matter of minutes, he and his team-mates will compete. He immediately realized that he should not continue to be carried away when he saw the look of worry on the faces of his friends. As much as possible the Guard is calm and natural.

Finally the final futsal match began. The players from both teams are on the field. The match began after a whistle was heard by the referee.

Several times the Guard netra secretly stole glances to the spectator stands. Looking for something you want to see and hear. Especially if it's not Qameella. Garda was eager to see the girl's face smiling, sometimes her eyes implying a look of worry with fingers clinging to each other and squeezing. Clapping her hands while shouting the name of the Guard, it automatically burns the spirit of the man to victory. Forced this time he had to swallow the bitter pill because of the girl's absence here.

But for this time the Guard was forced to bury deep in that hope. Qameella won't be there for him anymore. The girl has chosen her own path. Separated him.

Among the audience, Fiola was with his fellow girls, sitting at the very front with the loudest voice encouraging the Guard and comrades. But it means nothing to the Guard. Other than his wife, Qameella, everything was meaningless and felt hollow.

Garda woke up from his daydream after getting a ball pass from Tikeng. He quickly took over the round skin, dribbling it into the opponent's goal.

"Come on, Guard's got the ball!" screeched someone from the audience, immediately captured by the owner's name. Guard reflexes turned his head with his legs constantly moving without releasing the round skin.

A few minutes earlier, Tari spoke to Qameella in the quiet hallway of their school. In earnest Tari explained about the Guard who seemed not excited about the match. The guy needs Qameella's presence and support to win the game. But the girl refused because their relationship was over.

Dance does not give up. With great difficulty he persuaded Qameella. Then Tari shows the flagging photos of the Guard in the dressing room, certainly taken secretly by Ryan. One of the Guard's best friends, the most caring and supportive of the Guard's relationship with Qameella.

"Come, Meel..just love support doang, not sin really.." Pinta Tari pleaded.

Qameella thought for a moment. Then he agreed with the crazy idea of Dance. Because his words made Qameella ignore his principles.

A wide smile rose from the corner of Garda's lips. His heart warmed and cheered cheerfully at the presence of Qameella and Tari on the sidelines. Then only one long-range shot Garda managed to break the opponent's goal.

"Gooool!" everyone's screaming almost simultaneously.

Guard jumps happy. His team-mates immediately hugged him delighted, seeing the revival of the Guard spirit flaring up again. Do not forget they did the celebration in the viewpoint while facing the audience.

Qameella laughed at their funny-looking celebration. Then a big smile continued to decorate on her small and full lips.

The guard was stunned for a few seconds seeing the sweet and sincere smile of the girl. Rarely could he see his wife, (remember Garda never said the word divorce even though Qameella said they broke up. So, they were still husband and wife) laughing and smiling like that, until in her eyes Qameella looked cute.

Fiola clucked annoyed at the presence of Qameella who he thought was very disturbing like a pest. Especially after the Guard saw him, as if he had disappeared unseen swallowed by the earth. His heart ached because his existence never had any effect on the Guard. Though from earlier his mouth felt foamy, his lips as if he wanted the dower to scream like a madman to encourage the Guard.

But the response of the Guard was ordinary. You could say like a dish that has no taste, anyep! But after the presence of Qameella, the attitude of the Guard looks extraordinary. His '45 fighting spirit instantly rose. Like a warrior who is able to expel invaders from the homeland.

Damn it girl! I became curious cem-ceman model what the hell he used, until the Guard bowed his knees with his rich cupu girl? Fiola's mind was clucking in annoyance.

Priiiit! A long whistle signifies the match is over.

The crowd of supporters of the Guard team cheered in delight at their victory.

The guard and his friends in the middle of the field jumped up in excitement. Then embrace each other because their team managed to win the futsal final match this time.

After finishing hugging, Garda combed every corner of the field looking for Qameella. But the girl had disappeared with the other spectators who were flocking to leave the field. His heart was disappointed and sad.