Twin Love Persons

The Test of Love (Part 1)

This morning was the first day of the class exam. Either Qameella can answer the questions of the exam given by the teacher. Last night he could not focus on learning because the Guard constantly bothered him. Calling Qameella non-stop. There is only one material for his conversation. Until finally deactivate his phone. You can learn calmly.

Time has shown me midnight. When his drowsiness attacked, his eyes could not compromise. He immediately gave up and fell over the books he was reading on the study table.

Since Qameella and Garda's relationship improved. The guy called him day and night. Because he knew Qameella's parents were very limiting. Like being locked in a cage. Can not often go outside the house freely, let alone run night. He was very understanding of his wife's current condition.

Garda is very patient in undergoing a marriage relationship that is still deliberately hidden of course at the request of his wife, Qameella. Marriage does not happen accidentally, but it is able to build the seeds of love. The guy is also very loyal to his partner. Although not a few girls are willing to queue to be close to him. Especially Fiola who is already rich in hot worms when together with the Guard. But just ignored by him.

Qameella is amazing, capable of change, oh no... Qameella is not God. So he can't change. The innocent girl could only direct the attitude of the Guard. Yeah.big guy wild racing hobby. It is better to live on the streets, than to live in a house with all the facilities available. You freak son of a magic bin!

Nothing can change the nature and disposition of a person other than God Almighty. But God made Qameella his mediator. By being on the side of the Guard was able to give him positive energy. And it turned out to be contagious to his gang friends.

As a result, now they rarely participate in wild motorcycle races. If there are no school activities, they spend time hanging out in the basecamp. Because they are all types of children who do not feel at home. They are more at home without a master who is their headquarters. Maybe if here they will be safe, do not need to be nagged by their mothers who are famous super-beef, also often interfere with their pleasure when staying at home.

They slowly became more religious. Slowly perform worship according to the teachings and beliefs of each. Even though they look rogue, fierce, furious and urkan. They have a high tolerance.

In addition, because they are facing school exams, they are diligent in learning even though they are often forced by the Guard. And the end of it is not reading a book. They slept while covering their faces with the book.

It feels good to be home sooner. Qameella thought as she exited the school gate.

In Qameella's heart, she had designed her activities after school. He will take the time to clean his house and room that wants to be rearranged. By the end of the afternoon you will be reading books until night, for school exam preparation tomorrow. He will be safe from Guard interference during this exam. Because they both made a deal.

But who would have thought that the Guard did not follow the agreement they agreed to together?

Tittt...

The Garda motorcycle stopped right in front of Qameella standing.

Basic kuya!

Qameella fled before the Guard. But the result is nil. Qameella's footsteps were no faster than the Guard's hand movements.

Greb! As fast as lightning, the Guard's burly hand caught Qameella's arm.

"Eitsh... Where are you going? Can't escape..."

Qameella smiled foolishly.

"Ride up!" his word does not want to be disputed. The girl complied though with a pouting face.

The Garda's motorbike was running at his usual speed according to him. Not for Qameella who felt too fast as if she wanted to fly. Without a trace, Qameella's hands coiled around the waist of the Guard. And that's what that guy likes the most. If it can't be released forever.

"Where are we going?" ask Qameella astonished. Because the road taken by the Guard is not the direction of basecamp or Qameella's house.

"Please calm. You are my wife. Want me to go wherever you have to accompany me, Bi.." he said to calm down.

A slow slap hit the Guard's back causing him to complain of pain. Qameella's slap slowly did not cause any serious pain. So complaining to the Guard is just a lie. He just wants to hang out with his wife.

"It's not time yet.." sungutu.

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The Guard's motorbike moved into the huge towering gate. His arrival was welcomed by two men in post guard uniforms not far from the gate. They greeted respectfully with the name 'Den Garda' which was answered by a slow nod by the owner of the name.

Qameella who had just set foot here was quite surprised. It turns out that the Guard is not just anyone. The girl became a minder herself. Let alone look at his super-large and magnificent house. Look at the gate has made a guts. Plus a large high guard house, as well as muscles that are certainly sturdy even though tightly covered by uniform clothing. They still look so fierce and fierce. But still obedient, submissive and courteous to the Guard, the master.

After passing through the super-wide front page. With a variety of ornamental plants, fish ponds that have a fountain in the middle. And the meadows are arguably not small. Usually used to play golf by his Papa Garda if at home. A pair of Qameella netra behind her minus glasses turned. Astonished by the grandeur and luxury of the house which he said did not make the Guard feel at home. Automatic main door open. The guard pulled Qameella's arm inside.

Not lost the amazement that made Qameella could not stop clucking. Now the net is presented luxury found in the living room with all the available furniture, containing elements of wah and wow. It will not exist and cannot be found in its own home. It definitely would not exist because the social class that the Guard and Qameella had was very much different. Like the earth and the sky.

Is this maybe the Guard's parents' house? If not, I can relax. If so, what should I do? Meet the Guard's parents directly. Oh, my God.. How is it? I am not ready especially to face the rich atmosphere in soap operas. The rich man's son goes out with the poor man's son. The rich man's parents berate the poor man's son. Keep being told to break up. Waduh.. I do not want to shadow again ah.. if until the rich drama that happened with me...

"Welcome.. to my house," said Garda when just entered the house.

"A-a. yah.." said Qameella almost speechless. He doesn't know what to say, "thank you."

"Why Bi? How are you nervous?" The guard frowned in wonder.

"No, no papa" he said but it meant nothing.

The Guard inserted his fingers into the sidelines of Qameella's fingers. Then hold it tight.

"Ah, ka-room?"

"Yes. I have something to show you."

"Tap-but. father same mother elo..."

"Udah, don't think of them. After all, they're not all here. They are busy with their respective affairs and the world" he said. Keep pulling Qameella into the elevator. Because he was worried that his little wife would be exhausted if she had to climb the stairs are not small.

"But..." Qameella could not argue anymore while already in the elevator. He should concentrate if he won't be nauseous. Actually, Meella prefers to climb stairs even though it must be draining. Instead of riding the elevator that often makes him dizzy and sometimes to nausea. Either because of a phobia or what she never knew.

Suddenly Qameella staggered as she just exited the elevator door.

Basic tacky! The curse in the heart.

"Bi, what's wrong with you?" ask the Guard worried while holding Qameella's body to avoid falling.

"No papa." The guard suddenly lifted Qameella's body. And carrying it ala bridal style.

"Eeh, Garda... get me down! I can walk by myself," he screeched while thrashing. Cheeks heating. Subtle sighs churned in his heart. "don't mess around!"

"So, I'm not going to go down. What about my own wife? Plunged straight, "the answer that only makes Qameella covetous.

"Garda.. aburin.." she asked spoiled.

"It doesn't want to. What if you do, try it?"

"Why jatoh?" Qameella doesn't understand.

"Yes, you were staggering. So, I'm worried you're okay. Mending me fat," replied the Guard not caring about Qameella's request. He continued walking while carrying his wife's light body.

"Oh, lebay. My guy's okay. It's coming down to me. You know, I'm heavy."

At a glance Garda glanced at the different Qameella in her carriage, smiling dismissively.

"What a heavy, light body rich in cotton gini, blown in the wind also drifted."

"Don't insult ya!" qameella's index finger touched the end of Guard's nose.

"Who is insulting? I am speaking based on facts. Don't-don't you mostly diet, huh? Or... are you malnourished?" The guard immediately chuckled amusedly no matter what slap Qameella landed on his shoulder.

It finally arrived inside the Guard room which was three times wider than Qameella's bedroom. He gently and carefully sat Qameella on a king-size bed. Then crouch down in front of her girl. Unasked to help take off his sneakers. After that, lift along the foot of the Qameella level to the top of the mattress.

Qameella's face blushed and was embarrassed to receive special treatment from the Guard. It was like a dream. But every sleep never dreamed of such a thing.

The guard also helped remove the duffel bag that had been bulging on Qameella's shoulder. Then put it on the sofa near his bed.

Qameella looked up at the face of the young teenage boy in front of her. He's not just a handsome guy. But also very sweet. Especially if you see his smile that displays his dimples. Ah.. Now it's not just her cheeks that are heating up. But it runs into his body. A faint smile floated on his ran lips.

"Eh, wait! Why would he take off his shirt?" Qameella sat in her net when she watched the man open one by one the buttons of his uniform. Leave the shirt in white without sleeves. To display the muscles in both upper arms are stocky although not yet fully formed. After that it is removed and placed just like that on the floor.

Suddenly Qameella moved back as the Guard slowly moved forward toward her. His heart felt running.

"What-ap-pa do you want to do?" tanyanya was nervous and alert.

The guard did not answer. His face looked very serious with a sharp eye like an eagle about to pounce on its prey.

"G-Gar-Garda.." Qameella's panic-stricken great-grandson was also agitated. Body vibrates.

The Guard seemed to care for his gibberish. Not paying attention to Qameella's panic. Without the ba-bi-bu he went straight up to the bed approaching Qameella's half-lying body with both elbows.

"Elo want what?" his tanyanya was soft and agitated.

OMG! The bodies of Qameella and Garda left behind a few centimeters. The girl could not move anymore. The Guard locked his movements by being on top of his body. The palm of his hand became a pedestal supporting his sturdy body so as not to directly overlap his wife's body.

"Garda. please don't.."his love was accompanied by a clear circle dripping from the corner of his eye.

"Haha...." The guard chuckled amusedly at Qameella's frightened expression. Then rolled his body to the side. Lying her body on Qameella's side.

Qameella was dumbfounded, frowning in wonder. And confusion as to what is happening to the Guard. Romantic moments. Seriously afterwards. I laughed like this at this moment.