Twin Love Persons

Sad Story

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At 7:30 p.m., after finishing dinner and washing dishes and other supplies, Qameella came to the house of Tari, which was only a few houses away from where she lived. Of course after getting the green light from Maryam and Gusti especially.

Because he would not dare to step foot out of the house before getting permission from both parents. And this is the stark difference between Qameella and Qarmitha. Because Qarmitha will not be patient waiting for his permission in the ACC by Gusti or Maryam. The tomboy girl was usually just saying goodbye. After that immediately cus.. unplug from the house, without waiting for both parents to say 'yes' or 'no'.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Qameella knocked on the door of the house. After the third knock, then the patterned wooden door in front of him opened.

A 14-year-old boy appeared from behind the door. He is Raffi, Tari's only younger brother.

"Eh, Ma'am Meella," he said kindly with his distinctive grin.

"Hey, Fi... Is there dance?" sahut Qameella immediately asked what he meant.

"She, Ma'am in her room. Come inside!" Raffi opened his door wide, allowing Qameella to enter, showing Dance's room located to the left of the living room.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Raffi knocked on the door of Dance's room.

"Sir, there's a friend!" screech the boy from behind the door of Dance's room which is still tightly closed.

"Who?" tanya Dance from inside her room with a voice no less loud.

Qameella who stood at the side slightly jutted to the back of Raffi, scrunched her forehead watching the interaction of the sisters with a voice that was enough to make the eardrum hot.

"Mbak Meella, Ma'am," her answer was still with the same tone of voice.

Chequek! Dance room door opens. Then came the limp figure of Dance with her pale face. Raffi immediately went away and went into his room located next to the room of Tari.

Qameella took the time to say thank you before Raffi actually left, which was only answered with a nod of his head and a friendly smile.

"Eh, Meel. Come inside!" dance with a raucous voice. Qameella nodded in agreement, going inside the not-so-big Dance room.

There was a set of study tables and chairs in the corner of the room. Single beds are given pink sheets of floral motifs, with one pillow and bolsters. Do not miss the quilts colored fur in line with the picture of hello Kitty. There are also some Dance photo frames with various poses and backgrounds taped to a plain white wall.

"Lo's house is a little quiet, nyokap bokap lo where?" qameella asked started the conversation. Pull up the study chair belonging to Dance, then sit down.

"Bonyok I'm again going to meet at sodara's house," said Tari honestly.

"Oh, the pantesan that opened Raffi's door."

Dari did not reply, only slightly lowered her face with her shoulder. There is a look of anxiety and confusion that is implied from the look of the eyes of Dance who had been trying to hide.

"Elo hurts what? How come you don't talk to me?" search Qameella curious. Dance raised her face with an expression of shock.

"Ehhm.. gu-gue.." Suddenly Dance stammered and hesitated to answer.

Qameella frowned in wonder. Never danced like this before. It was as if her best friend was hiding something. Qameella did not want to press. She would wait patiently until Tari told her herself.

Dance lowered her face back. Hiding her sadness and tears. He did not know to be honest or to harbour himself with a million bitterness. Both of his hands moved restlessly twisting the ends of the bone-white knit sweater he was wearing. The tip of his nose reddened as a soft suction sound managed to escape from his lips.

"Elo why, Tar?" qameella asked impulsively, rushing over to approach the trembling body of Dance holding back the cries. Now they both sit side by side.

"Tar... why?" the question again softens the voice so that Tari is not disturbed by questions that begin to demand explanation.

"By the way dong, Tar. If you're silent, I'm confused."

Suddenly Dance embraced Qameella's thin body. Until the person he hugged gasped and almost fell backward. Buried her already tear-filled face in the recess of Qameella's neck.

In her confusion slowly Qameella touched the back of the vibrating Dance, then stroked her gently.

"Tar... elo why the hell? By the way, we've been in office for a long time, from a small even," Qameella's voice sounded shaking along sadly, even though it did not know what happened to Dance. But after hearing the sobbing sobs of Dance. A drop of clear granules slid freely from the corner of Qameella's eye.

Dance lifted her face, releasing her arms from Qameella's body, leaving a clear liquid that had soaked around Qameella's neck and peach color jacket to the left.

Rush Dance rubbed the remaining tears that were still wetting her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Sorry Meel, I've dirtyed your jacket with my tears" she smiled, looking very forced.

"Father no more. elo is already rich anyone," said Qameella melted the atmosphere, but still a girl who is not humorous like herself sounds not fun, only leaving a crisp impression.

"Gue is afraid to face reality, Meel. I was afraid they were angry, kept throwing me away. Especially if until they are determined to burn me alive because they are disappointed with my bad behavior," he continued to tear.

Dance's words sounded ambiguous making Qameella try hard to digest it well.

"Fearful?" Qameella wanted to confirm the word. "meaning, what? Honestly, I don't understand."

"Meel.." the sound of a soft sobbing again escaped from the lips of Tari. "gue.. late, it's been two weeks..."

"Tag? What late? What dong said. Don't confuse me."

Stammering and accompanied by tears Dance recounted all her complaints to Qameella, about her menstrual cycle which until now has not come to the moon. The girl was really very scared if something unwanted happened. Not to mention having to face the anger of his father Tari, who is commonly called Pakde. It will most likely affect the school and its future.

The astonishing reality in can Qameella, also the thing that became the reason for the absence of Dance in school. That's when Tari showed a bandage with a red stain coiled around his left wrist. Apparently the incision scar is deliberately done by Tari herself. The girl was determined to injure herself with a sharp object. Because it's too frustrating. Fortunately, his life was still being helped. Otherwise, humph, it's Inna lillahi...

Qameella could not help but cry as she felt the sadness of Dance. He wondered if he himself was in a position like Dance. Maybe he will also experience things that are not much different like what Dance is facing. And worse still Dimas, the jerk, the rancid bastard never showed his good faith to take responsibility for his actions.

Inwardly, Qameella was furious at wanting to tear the accuser into dust grains.

Qameella tried to strengthen Dance with the simple words she had.

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Tonight all members of the ABABIL motorcycle gang gathered at the basecamp. Errata, not all. Because since the incident hit with the Guard, Dimas no longer joined the motorcycle gang ABABIL. That guy's already declared war on the Guard. Later joined the motorcycle gang Endoy, which is a rival of the motorcycle gang ABABIL. Now they are enemies.

At the moment they are all being no wild racing activities as usual. Because the race arena they used two days ago was raided by police for reports of people who were anxious about their illegal activities. As a result, all motorcycle gangs who like to do wild motorcycle races to temporarily relax until the atmosphere is conducive.

In addition to the gang members, there is also Fiola and two girl friends. They are Nadin and Mona.

The three beautiful girls led by Fiola, accidentally come to play at the headquarters of the ABABIL gang. Not without intention. It was a real intention because Fiola wanted to do pdkt with the Guard. The guy he's been looking at for a long time. But never got a response.

Since knowing the Garda was single, Fiola seemed to be intensively approaching with the handsome guy and the urgency. With a mode of prank and tired of wanting to find a new atmosphere, the girl was willing to become the shadow of the Guard. He wants to go anywhere that guy goes.

But Guard is not a typical dumb guy. It was definitely able to sniff out the motive behind the presence of Fiola who always wanted to stick like a magnet on him. Similarly with other ABABIL motorcycle gang members. It was easy for them to instantly know the purpose and purpose of Fiola.

Determined not to move on from Qameella, he would keep his distance from her by all means. Although until now has not shown significant results.

"Why did Fio, really come to our basecamp?" sonic's search seemed to dislike the presence of the girl and her comrades.

"Why do I come here so often? Like me," said Fiola even asked.

"Ribet know not the hell lo-lo on?"

"Bodo very! I thought!" fiola's hatch made Sonic unable to wart.

Sonic snorted violently, then decided to sit on the terrace outside the basecamp with Iwan who was already there first. The flap-haired guy was enjoying the puff of cigarette smoke that had just been spouted from his mouth.

"Why are you, so sensian is that? Heh, the rich chick again comes aja lo month," seloroh Iwan glanced at the look of chaotic Sonik.

"Bete me!"

"Udah.. justin aja kali... the boss of the Guard aja nyantai, elo period so high blood?" Iwan smokes in the remaining cigarette half again. After that, the smoke filled the mouth again, forming a circle.

"Or don't you-don't you have a crush on her? That's why you're angry because you're jealous," said Iwan casually as if he could read the contents of Sonik's heart.

"Ah, what the hell lo, ngor. Where might I like the same kind of rich girl she is," said Sonik to cover up her feelings.

Iwan smiled in disdain.

"We'll see later," he concluded no longer got a rebuttal from Sonik.

Inside the basecamp, the Guard and the other members sat on the sofa chatting. They were not surprised by the presence of the three girls. Even as Fiola, Nadin and Mona interrupted, take part sitting on the sofa with them, as if nothing was disturbed at all.

"What are you talking about, how exciting is it?" Fiola tried to interrupt, and wanted to be a part of them.

"Oh, oh, Fio. This is not a girl's business," snapped Rombeng.

"No papa kali, Beng... I follow along," said Fiola soft-spoken in front of the Guard. "yes no, guys?"

"Yoi.." said Nadin and Mona simultaneously.

The guard started to feel uncomfortable. Without saying anything, he went into the kitchen. In this basecamp is deliberately prepared the kitchen to just cook water or brew instant noodles.

Fiola poked his lips forward two inches, looking at the cold attitude of the Guard.

I have a lot of patience for the Guard's heart. The Inner whisper of Fiola.