Twin Love Persons

Cannot Move On

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One week has passed. The annual sports week between high school levels in Bekasi city is over. All the attributes associated with the tournament were no longer visible. Teaching and learning activities have been running normally as usual. All students study in their own classes in an orderly manner. The victory trophy and became a pride of two meters, has been displayed nicely in the glass display rack in front of the office of SMAN I, the school where Qameella studied. As a sign of the victory that has been achieved Qarmitha and his friends managed to win the first title in a basketball tournament. But unfortunately, for this year the Qameella school has not been lucky to win the general title.

The ringing of the long bell sounded loud all over the school. The teaching hours are over. All students leave their classes. As if they were no longer at home

linger inside the school. They spend most of their time studying at school. So, naturally if they want to run away and go home to each other. Or even among those who deliberately look for places to hang out such as going to cafes, and similar places to refresh and cool their brains that feel already bubbly due to studying all day at school.

Today Qameella went home alone. Dari has not been to school for two days. According to reports, his best friend was sick. But no matter what the pain is, Qameella doesn't know yet. Only later in the afternoon he plans to come to visit the house of Tari. While Qarmitha would rather go home with his friends. Yasmin, Sarah, and Amelia.

Qameella waited for an invitation at the entrance of her school gate. And the person who picked her up was very special. So special the girl did not dare to turn to the others. He also takes care of his behavior so as not to get angry.

But the one who picked him up this time was not the Guard. Ever since Qameella cut ties with the guy, they no longer contacted each other or met. As Qameella last met the Guard was during the final match. When he was forced to come up to cheer for that strange magic bin guy.

While Rega, Qameella has never been in serious contact with her photocopian guy Garda. Because from the beginning they never had a special relationship. Even if there was a feeling, only Qameella herself had a taste. And it is unfortunate also arguably ngenes, because the love of Qameella just clapped one hand.

Qameella never expressed her feelings for Rega. Qameella is a girl who adheres to eastern culture. Allows him to only be able to harbor feelings while waiting for the idol to express love to him. Unfortunately what he expected has not happened to date. Or maybe not even at all.

Because until this moment Rega never showed any signs of love on Qameella. Worse yet, almost a week ago news spread about Rega's closeness with Renita, a beautiful and intelligent student from the acceleration class. Both do look more suitable than Qameella, the nerd who has a standard IQ only.

Before Gusti's Qameella motorbike, after exiting the workshop doing monthly service and routine oil changes. Qameella sees Rega and Renita walking side-by-side to the car that used to pick up Rega, who was already perfectly parked on the side of the school's front highway.

Qameella's heart tingled between sad and happy. Sad because his love just evaporated just like that in the wind. Asanya was dashed not daring to hope. He does not want to be an arrogant third person and snatch the love and happiness of others. Besides being tucked away in his heart. Has released the Guard's clear and real love just for her.

Qameella is always happy to see the person she likes happy. Although he is not part of their happiness. He is very sincere and sincere. Then Qameella stared at the side of the road across from where she was standing.

Usually there the Guard is always there, waiting patiently for it. That guy always comes to pick her up selflessly. Well, the Guard had been sincere to her all along. Never demanded anything. Just asking for a meal, it was always the Guard who paid their food bills. And talk about his day.

Huf! I miss him being the same!

On the other side of the highway near the school. There's a black sports car parked nicely. I don't know since when I was there, no one noticed.

Without anyone knowing. If the two people in the car were Garda and Ryan. No need to guess because surely everyone already knows the purpose and purpose of their existence there. Nothing else and nothing to see Qameella.

"Why is gini rich? Why don't you get the guy directly. Noh, I'm sure he's still alone." Ryan was forced to take a voice, furious to see the Guard's sudden and vague attitude as it is today.

"Whisper lo!" sumpul Garda glanced at Ryan at a glance. Then looked back at the girl from behind the windshield.

"Lo weird," murmured Ryan softly but could still be heard clearly by the Guard.

"Ck!" The guard just clucked.

"When do you want to keep doing this? If you are not willing to be broken up with doi, by the way to the point anyway. Elo no need to be a rich cemen gini," complained the brown-skinned man.

"Elo why the hell is Keling, so people are very noisy. Can you stay a little, don't use rese?" The counter-guard complained about Ryan's attitude.

"Bodo very!"

"Come on, you bucin lo!"

The Guard did not want to be affected by Ryan's words. Just glancing with a stern look.

"From the rich gini mending elo move on aja from him who has clearly rejected elo. Mending elo pacarin noh, the Fiola. I'm sure she actually wants to be a lo girl."

"Fiola? hehe..." Garda laughs wryly. "I won't date him. For me he's just a friend, a friend no more."

Ryan took a long breath.

"But for Meella, I can't move on. And won't move on from him."

"But, he rejected elo bro! Where is your self-esteem? As far as I know, elo never wants to be called'in any girl."

"Hey Keling!" The Guard changed his seat to face Ryan. Ryan looked at her.

"Meella is my bini. My wife. I and she will always be a couple forever, as long as I don't sneer at her."

"But it..."

"But, but, but mulu lo that I've been horrified from earlier. No other word what? Until my boss shits it."

Ryan gave a rough snort as he swung his lips three inches forward.

"Once again I say same elo. My relationship with Meella is a husband-wife relationship. Not just an ordinary courtship that immediately ends just saying break up," said the Guard full of emphasis.

"Gue won't let Meella out at any time."

"Humph. I'm not coming."

Not long ago a middle-aged man, riding a motorcycle full of helmets pulled his vehicle right in front of Qameella. Then thrust the helmet at the girl, who was directly worn. After that, sit in the back seat.

"Eh, bro. Who gave meella a helmet?" asked Ryan in surprise.

"Oh, that's Meella's boyfriend. My father-in-law," said the Guard casually.

"What?!"

"Obviously, don't wear lebay!"

Ryan was silent.

"Well, is it silent? Come on, let's go home, and I'm safe to pick up with my father-in-law."

"Let's go!" the Guard exclaimed as Ryan was still unmoved in front of the steering wheel.

With no excitement Ryan turned on the engine of his car, then moved away from his parking lot at moderate speed.