Twin Love Persons

Stranded in a Foreign Place

The Endoy gang members continued to run indeterminate directions chasing the Guard and Qameella. They were very disappointed to have

lost track of the Guard. They finally decided to go back to their place.

After making sure the conditions were completely safe the Guard came out of hiding.

"It's safe, let's get out!" his half-whispered edict pulled Qameella's arm out of hiding. The girl came out of the narrow and dark alley carefully.

Qameella's face looked very pale and tired. His breathing gusts that were hunting slowly began to orderly. His heart was filled with a gripping fear. Even if such a condition has been experienced before. But it still brought him an overwhelming fear.

Girls who do not like action movies, really made the heart of the game like a mafia film in the cinema or tv. He hated being in such a position. As a result, both of his knees were weak and not powered, after running a marathon that had somehow been how many miles the distance it took. Hopefully he will not be in this condition in the future.

Thirst also felt terrible. It was as if charging a mouthful of water to wet his dry throat. Several times Qameella swallowed her saliva with great difficulty to moisten her fluttered throat.

Oh my God.. What was the dream last night? Inner Qameella. Tidying up the strap of his sagging bag from his left shoulder.

Tired, tired and sick in a pair of Qameella legs. Slowly and slowly he began to feel trembling. Could he have been hit by a tremor?

Qameella wanted to go home soon, laying down on her soft bed. If anyone can massage his tired and numb legs.

“Tha, pick me up..” flow in your heart.

By the way. Suddenly the idea in Qameella's mind to ask Qarmitha for help. She believes her twin sister wants to help her. Even though he does not know about the address, especially the location of his current existence. But he was optimistic that Qarmitha could find him easily.

"Well, just send a share loc!" his inner cetus that was immediately followed opened his small bag whose rope was still dangling and was draped over his shoulder.

Oops! Where's my phone? Qameella did not find her phone in the bag. Only the house keys, wallet, and glasses are available.

The Guard is still vigilant. The guy was worried that they would come back to attack him. Highlight his sharp eyes like an Eagle was aiming at a prey. His gaze swept across the entire corner.

"Campus me!" decak Qameella panic. The Guard turned to the source of the voice.

"Why do you, rich man fire that beard?" telisik Garda. But the girl ignored him. Choose to stay focused on the contents in his bag.

"Basic chick!" The guard smiled in disdain. After that he chose to be silent only to pay attention to the girl who was in front of him while sitting on the porch of the house of people.

Qameella's face grew pale with a sudden panic attack. He couldn't find his phone. That means not being able to contact Qarmitha, let alone ask to be picked up.

Qameella glanced at the guy who looked a lot like Rega. The guy who made her fall in love. The heat was cold like boiling water fed with blocks of ice. Anyway the taste inside the chest of the girl is not out of order. Like a lot of candy.

"Why do you see me? Have a crush on me?" search the Guard full of confidence when he feels himself being noticed.

The deg! Qameella's heart beat grew louder and irregular when she heard the Guard's words. He hurriedly turned his eyes in the other direction.

Strange, why did Rega's tone of speech become aggressive as well to the point like this? he thought he didn't understand.

Why do I feel like I'm dealing with a different person? Maybe it's just my feeling this time. But... What is it like this outside of school?

Qameella looked at the guy again carefully. Everything he saw from head to toe was Rega. The difference in appearance is more blurred compared to Rega who always looks neat and perfect.

Shredded jeans on the knee. Plain white t-shirt combined long sleeved shirt without buttoned. Also a jacket that has been removed and placed on his own thighs. Short hair with the front covering the forehead, falling apart. Maybe because of the run-out effect earlier.

Uh, BTW. Why was he being chased by so many people, huh? They all looked fierce and fierce. Did he have a dispute with them? But... Why am I following along? I don't know anything. What's my fault, try? inner Qameella kept wondering without knowing the answer.

"Tuh, right.. really elo have a crush on me.. If not, where might you see me until I don't blink so much?"

Qameella gasped and regained her senses from her daydream.

"Who said that?" kilah Qameella was nervous.

"Certainly? Why do you worry about me? I can't see it because I look weird. Because there are so many girls who praise me."

Oh my... Which satan is it? What, so suddenly narcissistic gini?

"Hey! Elo must be tired, right?" reprimand the Guard cares. "we sit there yuk!" he showed me a patrol post that was lying on the side of the road not far from where he was standing.

Huh uh?! Since when did Rega call me 'hey?'

"Ah, no, thanks. I want to go home. Mostly not good guys are alone in a lonely place." said Qameella made Garda gawk.

Guard chuckles amused to not think out, it turns out there are still girls in today's age who think colot like Qameella. During this time he was used to being surrounded by many girls who had characters that were not much different from him. They are very free and even wild.

It never berserked from within his brain to run the social norms that apply in society. Also religious norms that should be a guide to their present and future lives.

"Alah.. don't be a holy pretentious deh lo. wear say not good guy same girl alone in a lonely place." refuted Garda insinuating Qameella. "I'm used to ngadepin girls selling expensive rich elo. But the edges are broken into a lot of kesono-here."

Again Qameella was surprised by the man's rude remark. Rega never said anything rude to anyone.

My God...why am I faced with a situation of conditions, a place also a person so foreign? inner Qameella. A rude snort expelled the shock that seemed unreasonable.

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🙋 Hai readers.. 🙏 sorry yes update later. Because indeed the plan this story will be continued by the author again after the story of Syifa and Zikra in the story "Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya" is completed. But the Mangatoon has repeatedly reminded that the story of "Kesengsem Love Twins" many are waiting for the continuation of the story.

So, the author decided to keep this story updated. But not as often as the story "Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya". Please be patient... 🤗️

Happy reading.... 🥰🥰🥰