Twin Love Persons

Dinner

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An awkward atmosphere was felt enveloping the living room of the Qameella and Qarmitha families. It is not the room or the house. But basic Qameella, the quiet girl who was suddenly speechless and nervous at the same time, did not know what to do or say what to welcome the arrival of the male guests uninvited, but very special like them.

The heart beat that causes him to lose his speech. Secretly he was only able to play his fingers that hooked each other so that this ice could melt, but in reality did not help at all. Qameella understood too much restraint from Gusti, which automatically made him unable to freely get along with many people. As a result, the girl was not good at behaving with the opposite sex.

Eh... What should I say?

Set three money with Qameella. The Guard suddenly became a quiet person. Not because of the atmosphere. Or a girl who has overturned her world. The noisy and active guy turned passive and calm.

The group had to elbow Ryan who was sitting next to him. Right now he was with Ryan and Tikeng sitting on a long sofa. While Garda sat on the single sofa opposite Qameella. They are bordered by a rectangular glass table in the center.

The man looked frustrated to be in a grave-like atmosphere. How not, out of so many people there is no one who speaks. He told her not to sip the warm tea that was available on the table. Though his throat feels dry, ask to be moistened with a sprinkle of sweet tea, as well as tasting dry cookies made by Qameella.

Sontak Ryan turned to Rombeng while moving his head, as if he was asking, 'why?'

Then Rombeng answered Ryan's question using sign language. Of course, you can not understand by the fertile man.

"What the hell are you talking about, not really danta?" ryan snapped who immediately got a sharp look at the head of the gang, Garda. Others looked at him in wonder.

"Elo anyway," decak Rombeng blamed.

"Gara-elo," replied Ryan not to be blamed.

"Stop!" exclaim Garda with a rolling sound, able to shrink the guts of Rombeng, Ryan and Tikeng. Not to miss Qameella. The girl looked flabbergasted, shocked by the determined attitude of the Guard who was able to silence her three friends.

With a single move of the Guard's head, the three men immediately understood what the chairman meant. They immediately left their seats.

"I'm sorry, they're so rich. On the rese can not a little henchmen," the great-grandson of the Guard.

Qameella smiled stiffly.

"No papa anyway..even delicious to be rame," he said perfunctorily. The guard smiled awkwardly.

"Woy! Where are you going?" warm Qarmitha reprimands. Stopping the third step of a guy who is arguably quite handsome. Because the handsome is relative, if the absolute ugly is the law.

"We'll just wait outside, Tha. Rather than here just be a mosquito repellent," replied Rombeng while glancing at a couple who are still loyal to his silence.

Qarmitha looked in the direction of Rombeng's lyrics. He understood immediately.

"Yes, let them be like that. Do not think about it, especially diiatin only make eye pain doang. Mending we just eat," he said casually. "elo all have not been at dinner right?"

Rombeng, Tikeng and Ryan did not reject Qarmitha's invitation. Especially Ryan who is most passionate when it comes to food.

Before moving to the dining room that is integrated with the kitchen space, Qarmitha invited Qameella and Garda to join them.

Now a pair of twin girls accompanied by four handsome guys, with a level of good looks according to the wavy graphics. Sitting on a dining chair around a rectangular table. On it is available white rice, fried chicken beige, sambal korek, tofu bacem, tempe orek and vegetable chicken soup, but the contents only contain chicken head and claw. Because the body part is made of fried chicken kremes.

"Well.it's a great spell. It's all cooked elo, Tha?" search the stale base Tikeng.

"Elo don't miss me rich is dong, Keng..." Qarmitha felt pinched and embarrassed by the infected man's question, "where can I cook."

"Well, who's cooking?" Rombeng became curious. "look lo?"

"Look I haven't come home, I'm still at the stall" he replied honestly. He glanced at his twin sister who was sitting side by side with the Guard. "Who else is not my twin" Qarmitha swung her chin at Qameella. Kontan the boys turned their eyes to the girl with glasses minus in front of them. "kalo I anyway. his job is to eat doang hehehe.." he continued laughing discordantly.

Without lingering Qarmitha let them immediately take the food they like. Starting from Rombeng, Qarmitha, then Ryan who almost drained the pot of rice. Switch to taking side dishes one after another. But with a large amount. Exactly a double portion that is eaten by two or three people. Making them all dumbfounded while gulping down each one with great difficulty. And head bobbles.

"Busyet bye, Keling! Not approx. That's the belly of what the sack is, ckckck, um, um," The head-scarf mat saw Ryan's plate full of mountains. Then the most economical of the three guys, grabbed the rice pot.

"Well, really, bolong lo sacks, Keling," said Tikeng growled. "tega lo, just left rice secomot," showed rice that is not much on the plate. "lauk also stay a little more. The stomach of the rice sack. Elo did not think what, which has not been to the same side dish rice not me only. But there's the Guard brother and Meella."

Ryan paled hearing the name Guard called. With a stiff movement turning his head looked at the face of the Guard who was also looking at him sharply. The feathers bristled. He immediately grinned the horse showing a row of teeth that could barely hold the contents in his mouth that was too full. To show a funny look on his face.

"Boss... hehehe..."

Garda gave a rough snort while rolling his eyes lazy.

"No papa, there's still leftovers in the cupboard," Qameella moved from her seat. Switch to the hanging cabinet on the stove.

"Sorry. All leftovers are gone. I'm all out here,"

Qarmitha interrupted with a low tone of voice.

Qameella looked at her twin sister with an illegible look. He just kept silent making everyone feel bad and guilty.

Garda rubbed his face rough. Not happy because he could not discipline his men who turned out to be very greedy. They were all like people who had not eaten for days.

"No papa, there's still groceries in the fridge. I can cook again," I don't know since when Qameella has been standing in front of the refrigerator that has opened the door.

The guard stared fixedly at the girl who was picking up some groceries. His lips curled into a smile.

"Can you wait until I cook?" qameella's eyes were fixed on the Guard. The guy immediately nodded.

The girl directly executed the foodstuff. Wash it and cut it into pieces quickly. To cause a distinctive sound of knives that collide on the cutting board. The spices to be used are readily available. Turn on the stove, having previously placed a pan on it.

"Where does it taste good?" tanya Qarmitha interrupted.

Qarmitha frowned in wonder. He was just curious why the Guard always called him 'Bini'. Though generally people are dating, always use familiar names. Like beb, honey, honey or so on. Then why does the Guard use the word Bini?

"He-eh, bro. Elo is a lucky guy," said Rombeng.

The Guard only smiled discordantly in response to the comments of his men who were more worthy of being called hungry demons.

Tikeng had to eat potluck. But enough to fill his always flat stomach.

It was not until fifteen minutes that Qameella could finish her cooking. Simultaneously, the four people who had been enjoying the evening meal without heeding Qameella and the Guard were finished.

Qarmitha piled dirty dishes in the sink near the stove, along with other dirty furniture that had also been piled there. After that he led the three boys to the living room and chatted there.

A quiet atmosphere filled the dining room that left Qameella and Garda. The two people of different sexes are now facing their respective dinner plates. Dishes that have been filled with rice and side dishes, and are ready to be eaten.

The Guard stared at Qameella's work in amazement. Her heart warmed to the treatment she thought was special. For the first time since marrying the girl sitting next to him. He was well served. Even though it is only eaten and taken food to fill the empty plate. To him a proud achievement. He seems to be a married man in the real sense.

Suddenly the Guard remembered his childhood which was always served by his mother while eating. She always cooks her favorite food and Rega. Afterwards bribe him to want to eat with greed and run out.

I don't know how long I haven't felt like this again? There are masakin, nyiapin food, until nyendokin to my plate. Huf!

"Why?" qameella's reprimand jolted the Guard from her wishful thinking. Since earlier the guy has not touched the food in the slightest. "do not like the side dish? Or not good?"

The Guard hurriedly shook his head so that Qameella would not misunderstand.

"No. Your cooking is good. But.." he hesitated to continue his words.

"But what? Don't like it or don't like it?"

The guard shook his head again.

"No. I remember Mama. My mom used to make my food. Go, nyiapin..."

"Elo ask for bribery?" The guard gasped as Qameella could guess his thoughts. The look in the girl's eyes before him was unreadable, yet warm.

The guard just nodded slowly.

Without further ado Qameella put the spoon in her hand. Then take the spoon on the Garda plate. Take the rice mixed with small pieces of soy sauce chicken with a tablespoon. Afterwards thrust in front of the mouth of the Guard.

"A.. Open her mouth!" qameella's indisputable edict of the Guard. The gaze of the Guard's eyes turned mellow with stifled tears. Slowly the most famous guy in front of his enemies. Suddenly melow in front of a calm girl like Qameella.

"Thank you" he said softly.

Qameella simply nodded softly with a smile floating at the corner of her full lips, answering the Guard's thanks.

"Eh.. This afternoon you came to the hospital looking up, me," the Guard switched the conversation. There was a hint of hesitation lodged in his heart. He was just worried about being said to gr if he said too bluntly. But his curiosity is bigger than his ego.

Qameella directly placed the tablespoon in her hand on the Garda plate back. The look on Qameella's nervous face was obvious in the Guard's eyes. He seemed to be deliberately avoiding the look in the guy's eyes. Shift his gaze while turning his body straight ahead. Not a word came out of his lips.

"why... You didn't go inside?" The guard was very careful when he asked. "what is it. because there is Fio..."

Qameella wore a stiff forced smile. If you can choose the girl does not want to answer this silly question.

"Gue didn't come at the right time. The point is just that" he replied ambiguously. Subjecting his face stared at the plate that was still fully filled.

"But..."

"Not to discuss. Elo end up in your food. After that, elo went home. Elo is still sick, certainly must have a lot of rest to heal quickly, "cold sergeant. He wanted to forget about the incident at the hospital. So, no need to discuss anymore. No need.

Only a moment did the Guard enjoy the warmth of his little family with Qameella. Now he is trapped in silence. None of the Qameella or the Guard spoke. There was only the sound of the clinking of the spoon clashing with the plate.

Deftly Qameella washed all the dirty dishes and all the household furniture that was stacked in the sink. The clinking sound of plates, spoons and other furniture decorated the small kitchen. Continued with the sound of running water for rinsing.

The Guard was still sitting on the dining chair while watching his little wife complete the household chores. Is this what it would feel like if we really lived together? The Guard's mind continued to wander around thinking of a perfectly unformed household with Qameella. Yes, he misses the whole family.

"Can I help you with something?" ask Garda to remove the silence.

"No need. It's all done" said Qameella as she turned the water tap into off mode. After that wipe his wet hands on a small towel hanging on the wall above the water tap.

"It's night now. You're in no hurry to get home?" whether it was reprimanding or expelling the Guard, clearly the remark hurt the man's heart.

"You're upset with me, Bi?" The guard stood up from his seat.

"No. I don't care about elo. But ngingetin," he argued. His voice sounded soft and calm. There is no emphasis. "because it is supposed that sick people get plenty of rest. Can't go outside the house."

"Can I just stay here?" Qameella rounded her eyes in surprise at the Guard's ridiculous request.

"Don't fuck around!"

"Bi, we're married. Our status is also husband and wife. It's only natural that we live in a house." The guard is in limp. I had to be trained, almost forgot.

"My mom's coming home soon. I don't want them to be angry. You better go home with your conco-conco," Qameella deliberately diverted the conversation.

"You don't think I live here. What if you live in my house. Well.. even though it still ride the same bokap. But may I say my home too," Garda remained firm on the topic of his re-talk.

"Gar."

"Bi. We can't keep living far away from gini-rich. Remember, your duty as a wife. You...."

"Stop!" Qameella raised her palm interrupting. "gue is not your wife, period!" the attack surprised the Guard.