Twin Love Persons

Don't Be Jealous

The guard sits on the patient's bed. Just befriending the silence he fell silent silently staring straight at the white walls of the hospital. His mind wandered far into the world. Sadness dropped by the corner of his heart. Not because of a minor injury. Not because of the many enemies that we have. But he misses the good times with his family intact.

If only time could be turned back, to his childhood. He will hold papa and his mother tightly too long. If necessary do not need to be removed, so that they do not get scattered like now. It did not feel like a clear water was sliding from the end of his eyes.

Mama, Garda misses. Does Mama have the same feelings as Garda?

In a different place. In an office room a woman who looks younger than her age. Sitting behind his desk. Observe some sketches of clothing designs that will soon be worked on by the tailor team.

His face looked serious. His eyes look bright behind his reading glasses. Her active hand chose a sample piece of fabric suitable for a beautiful printed design on paper.

After being fit and done he called his assistant through the intercom connection. A young girl far below her age came in after knocking on her door and asking for permission. The woman handed all the sketches and samples of the cloth she had chosen to the girl.

After the girl who was his assistant, the woman leaned her back on the back of her work chair while removing her glasses. Next to his other hand was massaging the base of his nose. Tired of attacking his body. But the spirit of working hard forbids it. He grunts tired.

His pair of brown netra glanced at a 5R sized figura in the left corner of his desk. They look like identical twins. They both wear the same clothes, but in different colors. The similar, innocent and innocent faces of the two boys in the photo hugged each other tightly with the big smile typical of a child.

"Garda, how are you, son? Mama misses," he said, stroking the fondness of figura glass.

*

Maryam feels something odd about the attitude of the twins Qameella and Qarmitha. His heart could not accept the 100% explanation Qameella gave. She's hesitating. Especially after seeing the claw scar on the back of Qameella's hand. Later the girl admitted the scratches of the cat next door neighbor. Though the woman knew, her daughter did not care much about the furry beast. But maybe?

"Why the hell Ma, is it still morning daydreaming?" reprimand Gusti broke his reverie. He had noticed Maryam daydreaming at the cashier's desk. The look on the woman's face was grim and implied an anxiety flare.

"Eh. hmm, sorry Dad. Mama is just remembering the children" said Maryam sober.

"Thinking kids, why? Any serious problems?"

"Not really, Dad. I just think the kids are growing up teenagers. They will then metamorphose into adults. We're both gonna age. And..."

"That's the law of nature. What did Mama think? Let everything go properly. No need to worry," Gusti interrupted his wife's speech.

Maryam only smiled bitterly which was forced. That's not really his concern. But something he could somehow describe. Only he feels. Only he understands. Maybe this is a mother's instinct for her child.

Gusti went to the visitor's table. Check while watching two employees who are cleaning tables and chairs with cleaning tools.

*

Today all the students at Qameella school cheered cheerfully, as they came home earlier than usual. The school was forced to speed up school hours on the grounds of a meeting of the teacher's board to prepare for the end-of-year exams for classes X and XI. The meeting also faced a national exam for class XII.

Qarmitha took advantage of this fast home momentum by hanging out with her three best friends, Amelia, Sarah and Yasmin. Before leaving he hands Qameella the keys to his motorcycle.

"Meel," the voice forced Qameella to search for the source of the sound. The net of the ball saw the figure of Tari standing at the intersection between the building majors IPA and IPS.

Dari's face looked fresher than the last day they met, when Qameella came to visit at her house.

"Tar," Qameella immediately rushed up to Tari. "elo has entered?" his best friend nodded while muttering in response.

"Are you healthy?" ask Qameella to worry.

They now stand facing each other, grabbing Dance's fingers until holding each other, hooking fingers with each other.

"Yes, I'm better," Dari's smile is engraved clearly on the lips that look not too fresh.

"Well, don't you tell me if you go to school?" qameella's protest flicked her lips while shaking their hands, seemingly swinging about.

"That's how we can go together," he continued.

Dance laughed without a sound. Then let go of one hand that is interconnected, leaving one connection. Takes Qameella to chat while walking. The girl explained her stable condition after finding out she was not pregnant. Qameella smiled with relief and was happy. Then they split up in the front yard of the school. Because Tari's been picked up by Raffi. While Qameella went to the parking area to pick up her motorcycle there.

Before parting ways, Tari tells about the Guard being treated at the hospital. Qameella was shocked and worried. He felt guilty because he was the cause of the man's pain. If only last night had not come asking for his help, then this bad thing would not have happened.

With mixed feelings, between shame, doubt and want to visit the Guard. His heart beat faster than usual. Finally Qameella came to the hospital, then headed to the room where the boy was treated who had been informed by Tari earlier. Not to forget he brought a hand for the ailing Guard. A faint smile fluttered on his lips.

Inside his brain did not stop thinking, what exact words would he talk about later. This was his first time taking the initiative to meet him alone. There is always a dance that guides her. Oh yeah, last night he came alone to the basecamp of his Guard gang, and his own initiative of course. But the context is different.

Yes, it is like running water!

Qameella is in the Guard room. Before knocking on the door he tried to normalize his heartbeat which felt like he was running was about to jump out of place. But the reality is even more crazy. His body suddenly felt cold. His hands were also cold sweat.

Qameella mustered all her courage, raising her hand ready to knock on the door. I saw the door open a little. He wanted to push it right away. But. urung done when the net managed to penetrate the clear glass contained on the side of the door. A sight that should not be seen. The ends only broke my heart. The desire to visit also evaporated just like that, sucked air in the hospital.

Yeah, envelope.the pain here turns out. Either in the heart or in the ampeload.

Again Qameella witnessed the intimacy of the Guard and Fiola inside. His heart was not strong to see all that. He was not ready to see the activities of the two of them being very close almost without distance. His whole body was weakened. His newly gathered courage half disappeared somewhere. Not feel the fruit of the hand that is still in his grasp fell to the floor. Scattered and probably cause a sound that can be heard up to the ears of the Guard.

Evidently when the fruits Qameella brought down, the Guard immediately turned to look for the source of the sound. Qameella hurriedly lowered her head to make her cleanliness invisible. Afterwards pick up the fruits quickly but the movement of his hands seemed to slow down and tremble slightly.

Not long ago came some people also wanted to visit the Guard.

"Weihh, madam boss. Why are you here while squatting so rich?" ryan's voice rang out loud. Forced Qameella to raise her face immediately. Then stand stiffly while smiling doubtfully.

"A, Ling. Not very sensitive anyway. If Meella comes here, of course, want to jenguk ayang mbebnya. Time to wiggle your rich gosong creature," always Rombeng invite laughter.

Qameella could neither laugh nor say anything. He looked nervous and like a confused person. Without further ado he handed the fruit he had picked up from the floor to Ryan. The boy was confused.

"What does that mean, boss? The sick are inside..."

"Papa take it. It was accidentally passed by uh, that is, the fruit had fallen. uh, yes I have come home first yes," Qameella did not know what to talk about. The sentence sounded chaotic until it was difficult to digest by Ryan and friends. There was a glow of sadness and disappointment emanating from the girl's eyes. He immediately bid farewell to all of them, then took a thousand steps to immediately disappear from that place.

"Why are the rich girls so nervous?" tikeng asked his friend who was also the same.

"Mane I teh?" tell Ryan origin while sniffing his shoulders.

They went straight into the Guard room. As a result they know what causes Qameella's strange attitude.

"Huh..maybe he ran away, people who are seen again in this way," said Ryan ambiguous.

The Guard shifted his body away from Fiola. Looked at Ryan's face.

The uninvited guests immediately sat down to find their own position. Without permission or waiting for approval of the owner of the room.

"Elo, what the hell is that? Not really good at talking."

Ryan snorted heavily.

"Elo, that's not dancing. Ask for help but waste the opportunity. Huh! Free of my hard work," Garda's eyebrows are increasingly linked to digest Ryan's speech.

"Well, you don't know, Meella just came from here?" Rombeng takes the vote.

A shocked roar emanated clearly on the Guard's face. His heart grieved his foolishness, unaware of his wife's arrival.

The victory pendants were engraved clearly in Fiola's faint smile.

"What is really lo?" The guard asked for an explanation.

"Of course we lie, the crowd witnesses" Tikeng replied.

The guard jumped from his bed. Can't wait to catch up with Qameella.

"Garda, where are you going?" search Fiola trying to hold the guy's departure.

"It's none of your business!" snapped irate.

"Will you chase him?" look at Ryan with a casual look. "why? He has gone far. It was even at his house..."

"Gue can come to his house," the boy grabbed his jacket that was draped over the edge of the bed.

"But Gar, you're sick again" Fiola warned.

The Guard tried to remove the bandages wrapped around his body. Which makes him more like a pharaoh than a hospital patient.

*

Qameella went straight home. Parked his motorcycle in the garage. Enter into the house, pass the living room, the middle room and then enter into his room. Dropping on the mattress with the body down hugging the pillow.

She is not ashamed that she is alone at home. Qarmitha still hasn't returned. Both of his parents were busy in their shop. She spilled all her tears on the pillow. I don't know why he suddenly cried. Could it be that just because he saw them he was so sad? But why be sad? Let them be happy in their own way. What does this have to do with her? Didn't he end their relationship? Why did his heart feel so disappointed and hurt? Is he jealous?