Twin Love Persons

Rabbit Trial

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The clock direction indicates 10:10 p.m. Gusti who was busy calculating income and expenses in the bookkeeping of his restaurant business in the living room, suddenly realized that Qameella had not returned since permission to the house of Tari.

"Ma, Lala's home or not, huh?" he asked the man, lowering his reading glasses.

"His wealth is not yet, Dad," said Maryam unconvinced.

"Yes, try Mama call Lala or Tari's phone number. Tell Lala to go home quickly. No good girl night-night still wandering outside the house. What the neighbors said later," Maryam immediately agreed to her husband's word.

The woman went into her bedroom, took her cell phone which was placed on her bedside nightstand. After activating the phone, look for the Dance contact number that was deliberately stored in the phone's contact draft.

But after checking the contact number, only a long waiting sound was heard, then it ended with the melodious voice of the operator who instructed to call back a few more moments.

*

All the misunderstandings have ended, after Qameella told him about the current state of Dance.

The Guard's heart was truly saddened to hear all of Qameella's explanations. His jaw hardened with his teeth that were buttoning each other tightly, holding back his anger that wanted to explode immediately. His hands clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white over his two thighs.

With one word the Guard instructed all his men to move to search for Dimas' whereabouts everywhere. Even though he hid in the ant hole once, the rancid boy had to be found immediately.

Now Qameella and the Guard remain in the basecamp. The two sat side by side on the long sofa, yet there was an empty gap that gave some distance between them. An awkward feeling ambushed Qameella's heart.

"Uh, hmm. thanks yes, already want to nolongin," he said. Qameella's face bowed while playing her fingers that hooked each other on her lap. "uhh. Please thank me to your other friends. And thank you for taking care of Tari."

"Ehmh. sorry, that broke the mood. And sorry also because of the problem, I. have made your girl wretched," he continued by pressing the word 'lo girl'. There was a strange sigh that disturbed the recesses of his heart.

The guard smiled obliquely. Then turned his head to look at the girl next to him. Observing Qameella's hand gestures and facial expressions made her heart tingle. Especially after finishing his last sentence.

Huh, just because I saw I was sitting next to Fiola, so he thought I was dating Fiola? You jealous girl. But I like. Because then I know how I feel the same way.

The guard placed the end of his elbow on the back of the sofa. Then use his fist to support his head. His eyes were warmly directed at his beloved girl. A smile was drawn at the corner of her lips.

"Yes. El.. means you always make the atmosphere broken," said the man with a very serious look. Qameella gasped in shock, suddenly turning her head to look at the Guard's face.

"Especially my mood," he continued with his trademark smile. A sudden subtle murmur tickled Qameella's heart. Until it feels somersault like riding a fast-paced rollercoaster, then spinning and going up and down tests adrenaline.

The eyes of a pair of people of different sexes seemed to lock each other. Not blinking they exchanged looks. It is clearly visible from the look in the eyes of both that implies longing. But none of them want to say it.

The Guard took the initiative on its own. Raised her face so she could kiss Qameella's lips. And Qameella wasn't trying to avoid. The girl seemed to drift away in the mood. Just a few centimeters forward suddenly Qameella's phone rang loudly, surprising and undo the Guard's intentions. In the heart of the man cursed his stupidity.

Hurriedly Qameella took her phone out of the pocket of her jeans. The name 'Thatha Qarmitha' appeared on her phone screen. His heart was full of question marks. He touched the green button icon.

"Hello, La! Where's elo?" qarmitha's voice across there sounded impatient.

"Guein..."

"Elo again with the Guard, huh?" sela Qarmitha did not give Qameella a chance to answer.

Qameella remained silent for a moment. He wondered how Qarmitha knew, if he was currently with the Guard. Could it be that her twin sister had an inner eye she did not know?

"Who?" guard asked half-whispered as he grabbed Qameella's arm, which was holding the phone, and stuck it in the ear. He forced the girl to turn her head while lowering her phone.

Without waiting for Qameella's answer, Garda deliberately touched the load speaker button. So that he could hear the conversation of a pair of twin girls in two directions.

"La.." great-grandson Qarmitha awaits Qameella's reply.

"Guein..."

"Meella's the same as me" Garda's voice interrupted the owner of the phone.

"Elo... who?" qarmitha's voice sounded astonished but did not surprise her. "Garda?"

"Yes," he replied straightforwardly, glancing at Qameella who was looking at him with an illegible look.

"Now he's the same as me."

"Good!" Qarmitha. Qameella's forehead frowned in wonder. Then exchanged glances with the Guard with a questionable expression.

"At my father's house again nanyain elo continued, because elo has not come home until this hour. Mama's been busy calling out to Dance from now on,"

"Well! Oh my goodness, what time is it?" Qameella among the mist. Directly look at the watch that is coiled on his wrist.

"Wine! Almost 11pm!" he panicked. "how is this?"

"Silence Bi..."

"I can't, I have to go home now!" he snuck out of his seat.

"Bye..." The guard held Qameella's arm.

"La... Lala.." Qarmitha's voice succeeded in interrupting.

"What?"

"Elo don't panic. Here I'm going to pretend to be elo. I pretended to sleep in your room" said Qarmitha. This idea was actually done when they were Junior High. They exchanged positions to trick their teacher.

"Udah, trust me. Some of us will have done this before when we were Junior High" Qarmitha reminded. Qameella was stunned from her own thoughts.

"Yes, but I'm not sure it works," he wasn't sure.

"Serahin all the same me. The important thing is that you have to be able to act as perfectly as possible in front of Mom and Dad. Don't make a mistake, okay?" Qameella was speechless, moved by the crazy idea of her twin sister.

"Garda, I have my twin sister. Look out for you if the sample blisters, I chopped you into a tetelan!" concluded Qarmitha, after that disconnected the phone unilaterally.

"Tha, Tha..." Qameella still wished her voice could still be heard to the end. Honey, the phone line's been completely disconnected.

"Udah.. free, you scream until hoarse is also useless. Mitha had died on her phone" the Guard warned.

Qameella snorted heavily.

"Let's sit!" exclaimed the Guard carrying Qameella sitting beside him. Responded to Qameella's upset.

"I have to go home quickly. If not my father will talk until tomorrow morning," the girl will stand up. But directly prevented the Guard.

"What's the rush to go home for? Mitha just said, she'll back you up. I'm here anyway. I'm where you came home."

"Ngarang. Where is the place I came home from? What house elo? It's weird!"

Garda smiled ambiguously.

"I'm home to you, Bi. Because..."

"Can't be!"

"What is impossible. You're still my wife" Garda said, making Qameella gawk.

"Wrong. I'm not elo's wife anymore. We broke up. The necklace I gave back. That's a sign that we have no relationship" Qameella said.

"No, Bi. We still have a relationship. Our relationship is not as simple as a rich man dating. We're more than that. And you should know, our relationship can not end just say break it up..," said the Guard softly. One hand was free to hold Qameella's hand. A free hand is used to stroke the cheek of the girl in front of him gently and affectionately. Qameella goosebumps gets a Garda touch.

"Our relationship is sacred, dear. Relationships are intertwined for a lifetime" she continued in a softer voice.

"But, gu-gu-gue likes everyone else," Qameella tries to get along. Do not want to drown in the cradle of Garda speech that feels insulted Bobonya. Hurriedly Qameella removed the Guard's hand from her cheek and hand. Get up and walk a few steps away from the guy.

"Elo know that, right? I was frankly the same elo. After all, I'm happy without me. Elo's got a lot of girlfriends who can fill the void in your heart space" he added, standing on his back. His hands were clinging to each other, and were fidgeting.

The guard looked at Qameella's back. He smelled his smile. He lowered his face while breathing a short breath. After which it stood up, moving forward towards Qameella. Hugging her possessive girl's back. Qameella was shocked. Trying to pull over the Guard's arms.

"Who?" The guard whispered in Qameella's ear. "who do you like? Rega?" the girl was silent for a moment, then nodded. Pain and pain invaded his fragile heart. But he cannot show his fragility.

The Guard took off his embrace. Then he turned Qameella's body to face each other. Both of his hands held Qameella's shoulders. Slightly bowing the body aligns their height.

"Look at me, Bi," he said, not wanting to be denied. The girl said, "look! Is my face the same as the person you like?" qameella's reflexes nodded. A small smile rose on Garda's lips.

"Do you ever think, every time you see my face, you look like Rega's face?" the glasses-minus girl nodded again. The smile of the Guard was widened.

"What do you feel like when you meet me?" again Qameella nodded. The guy's smile grew wider implying victory.

"So, you know what that means, Bi?" Qameella shook her head not understanding.

"That means you like me too, Bi."

The deg! Qameella's heart beats faster than usual.

"Where is it possible? Although you both have the same face, but you have different personalities," Qameella did not accept the conclusion of the Guard. "Rega is a calm, calm, and polite type of guy. As for elo, gragas, grusa-grusu, and.." he quickly bit his lower lip. Dare not to continue his words.

"And?" The guard asked for an explanation.

"Emesum" he whispered in shame. The chuckling guard could not bear to hear Qameella's honesty that seemed to tickle his heart.

"Easter?" the grandchildren of the Guard repeated. Removing her hand grip on Qameella's shoulder.

"Yes, elo bawdy. I love to kiss people, "cruel Qameella.

"It's a long time ago that I could lose my virginity" whispered Qameella who could still be heard by the Guard.

"I'm not that bad, Bi. I also have limits. Unless you want to surrender willingly will give my virginity to you," the entire Guard even made Qameella furious.

"Ih, you pervert!" his decak was upset while pushing the Guard's chest slowly so that the distance between them was even further.

"Well, why don't we try now? Well, you guys check you're really a virgin or not. Because you were talking about being pregnant, right?" cetus Garda pranks on flirting with the calm chick.

"Based on a jerk, pervert!" one punch landed on the upper arm of the Guard. Makes the guy complain in pain. "elo think I'm a guinea pig what?" the girl looked very angry. "gue is still a virgin, you know?"

The guard chuckled amusedly.

"Virgin? So, that kiss, your first kiss, Bi?" Qameella froze. Garda smiled gleefully at his luck.

*

Maryam opens the door to Qameella's room, having previously called Tari. But who received Raffi, his sister Tari. Because the girl was sleeping couldn't answer the phone.

"Mbak Meella has returned to Bude" Raffi said at the time.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief because her daughter was already inside her room. Climbing in a blanket covered almost his entire body. He just stood in the doorway, not going inside. After closing the door again, he went to report to Gusti.