Twin Love Persons

Silently Dissipating

"Stop!" scream Qameella in a loud voice, stopping all activities.

The guard gawked at Qameella's attitude that dared to stop his will. All this time no one with steel guts stood in front of him, messing up what had become his decision. Because they all knew opposing the Guard's decision meant challenging him. And they know what if the Guard is angry.

That handsome man like a prince will turn into an angel of death. That was why the Guard was so feared. If anyone wants to deal with the Guard. They will think a thousand times. Even if it is his enemy.

But this time the one who had dared to stop his will was his wife, Qameella. It was impossible for him to do such a cruel thing to the girl. Although the feeling in his heart aches from the betrayal of his wife and friend, Ryan.

"Gar, please let Ryan go," the Guard gasped at Qameella's request as he grabbed her arm firmly.

The Guard stared deeply and coldly at Qameella's face. Their eyes met each other. His anger has not yet subsided. His heart was wounded, and it grew worse when he saw the seriousness of Qameella to defend Ryan.

"Gar, plis, Ryan is not wrong," the Guard's face frowned, his forehead frowning to form several folds with a pair of thick eyebrows that were almost linked.

"Don't hang Ryan. He's really not wrong," whined Qameella wiggled the Guard's arm.

"I'm not wrong, boss" said Ryan.

The guard flinched looking for honesty by staring at Qameella's innocent face. And no lie emanated from that pair of pretty-framed neutrals behind those minus-glasses.

In Qameella's heart, I really hope that the Guard will forgive Ryan. The boy was completely innocent. And honestly right now the girl was very afraid of facing the Guard. He just found out that the handsome guy was really cruel and cruel when he was angry. Guard can be likened to a beautiful rose. But behind its beauty keep thorns as self-defense.

Rega once reminded Qameella not to get close to the Guard. Is it because of this problem?

The gaze of the Guard's eagle eyes made Qameella gulp her own saliva, to wet her throat that suddenly dried up. Then he instantly realized his hand was still holding the Guard's arm.

Huh uh?!

Hurriedly Qameella put her own hand away from the guy's arm timidly.

"I'm sorry.." the great-grandson softly.

"Why are you quiet? Hurry up..."

"Don't!" sergeant Qameella interrupted. Suddenly those who were about to drag Ryan fell silent. While Ryan was still on his knees with both hands clenched.

"Garda, plis, plis, elo can't be this fierce," Qameella clenched her hands together. He realized the guy standing tall in front of him would not comply with his request.

The guard frowned in wonder.

"You can't be rude to others. She's your best friend, isn't she?" The Guard did not answer, "elo also knows that in this country has laws and laws that protect its citizens. So, plis elo don't break the law."

Fiola, Nadin and Mona grinned strangely while sneering at Qameella's words which they thought were mere nonsense.

The members of the ABABIL motorcycle gang look stupid, not understanding what their gang boss' wife is going to do.

"You can't be a vigilante. Ryan's not a piece of trash you have to punish as good as your own. At school, you must have learned about the precepts to the two Pancasila, right?"

Ryan smiled at the defense of the girl he always called the boss lady, when talking to the Guard.

As much as possible Qameella controlled herself, regulating her thumping heartbeat. Cold heat invaded his body as all pairs of eyes stared intensely at just him.

"We must respect others according to the second precept of Pancasila. You know that sila sound?"

Some of them were making the precept sound that Qameella mentioned. Not compact and something mispronounced. Their voices sounded like bees.

"Fair and civilized humanity" Qameella said, "so you have to treat Ryan with the norm. Ryan isn't a criminal, is he?" the girl tried to convince them all.

"Heh, girl *****! What the hell do you want?" ask Fiola to interrupt.

What, girl *****? Qameella's inner heart felt hot hearing those words.

"Yes, smart ass is teaching about Pancasila again. You think this is at school?" timpal Nadin cynical.

"What's? You said what, Fiola?" qameella asked narrowed her eyes looking at the beautiful girl with her long hair unraveling.

In normal conditions, Qameella will not serve Fiola. From the beginning of their meeting the girl did not like him very much. Always trying to find trouble with him. But this time it's gone too far, insulting him with a name that is not worth hearing. Had the Guard been willing to intervene to defend him, this might not have happened.

"Chick lon-te," the great-grandson of Fiola repeated.

Qameella's hands clenched tightly hanging on her sides. This time he could not tolerate Fiola's always demeaning attitude. Bodo time if the Guard will be angry with him later. Because he touched his new girl.

"Girl****.." said Fiola repeatedly wiggling her head to the right and to the left.

Plaque!

A loud slap suddenly landed smoothly on Fiola's pretty cheek. So hard the slap made his body go limp. It was fortunate that Nadin caught his body until he fell on the floor.

"What!" fiola screeched up his face while holding onto his hot cheeks. Then stared hard at Qameella.

Everyone inside the basecamp was shocked by Qameella's rude attitude. No exception to the Guard. After that, he smiled broadly.

"Aw, sick..." Tikeng held onto his own cheek as if he was the one who got the slap.

At home Qameella is a very obedient child to both parents. Anything would be accepted without daring to refuse. Because he was very obedient, obedient and respectful to them. But Fiola wasn't the one. Only a stranger would try to hurt her by insulting her.

There was a commotion between Qameella and Fiola. Several times Fiola hit Qameella in the face. Nimblely the glasses girl minus it brushed aside and turned things around. Making Fiola a victim.

Nadin and Mona did not remain silent. The two girls help Fiola attack Qameella.

Garda could not bear to see the drama jotos the girls. He quickly instructed his men to break them up. And in one hit the guy managed to pull Qameella's waist.

"Tikeng, Rombeng, Sonic!" pekik Garda. Reach those who feel called his name approaching. "take them away. Take them to each other's homes!" he said without dispute.

As fast as lightning they immediately followed the orders of the gang leader.

Qameella kept moving her legs and her hands wanted to hit the three of them. He still did not realize that his movements were very limited. Because Garda still hugged his waist possessively. Their backs and chests are close together.

"Udah. They had already left," the voice of the Guard sounded very clear and close to Qameella's ears.

Qameella took a deep breath. Suddenly felt something wrapped around his waist. His hand felt in a place that felt awkward. Then lowered his head to see that thing.

Huh uh?!

His face immediately looked up, looking back through the slit of his shoulder. His eyes are perfectly round. How surprised he was to see the Guard in such a close position. He quickly brushed off the Guard's hand from his waist. Take a few steps back. Afterwards, he lowered his face while biting his lower lip.

"Sorry, make a scene" Qameella's great-grandson regretted. Inversely with a few moments ago. The girl who looked so ferocious, had now turned 180 degrees into a very calm.

The guard folded his hands in front of his chest. Smiling obliquely given his wife's extraordinary mannerisms.

"I'm sorry?" The guard pretended to be angry.

"Yes. Sorry, made your girl battered. But I'm not 100% wrong. He's the one who started me first, lon. te..." Qameella deliberately paused her last sentence, unable to pronounce the word. His heart was wounded being insulted like that. He never demeans anyone else. But why...

"What do you want to do to make amends for your mistakes?" The guard walked over to Qameella. Every step forward of the Guard, then Qameella would step back.

"Eh, I'm sorry" he said quickly.

"Would all the mistakes you make be enough to say sorry?"

Qameella did not answer. Just being silent while biting in her lips.

"The mistake that elo made the same Keling monkey has not yet been redeemed. Now you make mistakes again," the Guard stopped in his tracks. Glancing at Ryan who was still sitting on the floor with the rest of the gang, stood around him.

"Too about Ryan...." Qameella looked pityfully at the guy.

"Why? Elo want to continue your relationship, will you?" the voice of the Guard is rising.

"No. It's not like that. Gu-gue doesn't have anything to do with Ryan" he said.

"Ry-an! It's so sweet to call him," the Guards quipped.

"Garda, I swear between me and Ryan that there's nothing."

"You guys have nothing, so elo why come all the way here, these nights?" flick the Guard with intimidating eyes.

"When we were together, you never came here to meet me? Why try? Bi... or maybe because of that whiny elo always ask to break up, right?"

"No! It has nothing to do with Ryan. I'm here to ask Ryan for help with Dimas's noses,"

"What?!" pekik Garda shocked. His face looked gloomy with wrinkles clearly imprinted on his forehead.

Ryan and the rest of the gang are still here. They're shocked. Since that night's fight, the Guard strictly forbade gang members from mentioning Dimas' name. For them the former gang member was dead.

"Wait, Bi! Don't tell me that elo-born child is the son of..." The guard could not continue his words. His heart is very sick.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well?!"

"Eh, wait!" Qameella tried to correct. "so what? I hum? Who said?"

Suddenly the mood was low. They commented and reminded Qameella, that she was the one who said she was pregnant.

Qameella was speechless considering what she had said.

"What time?" tanyanya daze.

They're clucking. Because of the speech Qameella almost destroyed the motorcycle gang ABABIL. To almost eliminate Ryan who is not guilty at all.

Upon realizing only the Guard's misunderstanding frees Ryan from punishment. And because of Qameella's insistence, the boy wanted to apologize for the first time. Because according to Qameella, a real man is a man who wants to admit and take responsibility for his actions. Even if you just say the word 'sorry'. If not, then the guy is not a real guy, but a sissy.

Hah, rather than being said to be a sissy, I have to apologize to the grin of Keling! It turned out that Qameella was secretly washing away as well! thought Guard. Smile widely.