Twin Love Persons

The Test of Love (Part 2)

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.

Basic rese! Make a hanger!

Qameella gave a rough snort while letting her tensed body lie down. Itung-itung relaxes his nerves which also participate tense. He chuckles at her stupidity. His mind was strange because of the actions of the Guard.

Now the teenage couple lay side by side. Their faces were compact looking up at the ceiling of the room in bone white. There are some lights in there for this room to be bright. Room space dominated by dark gray and plain white makes an impression of elegance. The room that looks too big is occupied by only one person, the Guard. But what you want to say, the old Guard has already twisted. Treasures abound that will not be eaten up seven derivatives-seven climbs. Nevermind! Sultan mah is free to have any room. Tetatngga next door do not need to be noisy especially until the blood is high! Wkwkwk...

All items are like a pair of dark-colored sleeping lights on a small table top that is on the right and left side of the bed. Large flat television deliberately hung on the wall in the bed so that when watching can be sleeping. White rectangular table placed under the tv. A pair of single sofas are placed a bit into a corner with a small table in the middle. The study table is complete with a computer as well as a printer machine in another corner of the room. All neatly arranged is also free from dust. Understand there is a janitor in charge of cleaning the Guard room. So, there is no need to be weird clean room so even though the owner of the room rarely fucked her. The items that support the interior of this room seem simpler than the living room all-round wow and wow. But the price is not as simple as its shape.

Since becoming acquainted and officially married, this is the first time the Guard brought Qameella home to his luxury home. Actually, he had wanted to take her for a long time. Their marriage was abnormal. It is not appropriate for other married couples to be married normally and rationally. So it was only now that her relationship with Qameella was stable. Even though she had only come to visit for the first time, Qameella seemed not too awkward and was as normal as possible so as not to seem tacky in the eyes of the Guard.

The guard folded his hand, making him a pillow under his head. While his free hand is not left idle. Qameella's hand was right next to hers. Their fingers were tightly knitted to each other. After previously having touched each other's skin.

"Do you remember not the beginning of our meeting?" ask the Guard to start the conversation, want to reminisce.

"Hm," muttered Qameella as the answer. Then a rude snort recalled the beginning of their meeting. The next meeting was nothing fun.

In contrast to the greedy Guard happy to remember the moment after moment of their unique meeting.

"A meeting that has no sweetness. Everything's blissful, "that sniffy answer just slid right out of Qameella's mouth.

"What time, Bi?" The guard doesn't believe it. Although in fact it is like that. "all our meetings are memorable you know.." turned his face to look at his wife who was still focused on staring at the ceiling of his room.

"Maybe according to you. I don't think so," Qameella pointed to her cute facial expression.

"Ah, are you so funny?" guard protests. "the power is exactly the same as our meeting."

Qameella sniffed her shoulders while poking her lips. One eyebrow raised upwards. The calm girl revealed that at the beginning of her meeting with the Guard was a disaster for her. It is always accompanied by frightening incidents. And do not forget he mentioned the name of Dance which is the beginning of the problems he faced. After persuading his friend, he left the house that night for the first time. Who would have guessed the consequences of his recklessness brought him to meet the man who eventually became her husband.

Remember that meeting was nothing beautiful. He almost got caught by the police. Then forced to come with a foreign guy who pretends to care. Until almost harassed thugs. But who saved him again...

"But, because of this kind of caring foreign guy who's also dyed you, right?" rebut the Guard as if bragging. Qameella just smiled.

Qameella gasped as the Guard suddenly got up and half-layed down on the side facing her. Opening the glasses that had been perched on his nose. Dropped his daydreams about Rega. Apparently he secretly thought Rega was saving him from his plums. Because at that time he did not know if Garda and Rega were identical twins.

A smile that always looked sweet was attracted at the corner of Garda's lips. Disbursing electric current waves that are ready to sting at any time. And.just right. Qameella seemed to be electrocuted when Garda suddenly landed a brief kiss on her lips.

"I love you, Bi," said the Guard half-whispering in front of his face.

Qameella's heart beat violently as if running around in her two chest cavities. The taste is jumbled like a nano-nano rame candy.

An unexpected declaration of love within this close distance left Qameella speechless. His tongue suddenly felt dull. Only tears welled up in his eyes as an expression of his happiness.

"What's wrong with you, Bi?" asked the worried Guard, looking at the sadness that radiated from his eyes. Yet it was only answered with a scalp while wiping away the rough tears of his eyes that were about to melt with the back of his hand.

Qameella sat down, assisted by the Guard. Then lowered his face that blushed in shame. And the silence that still silences his mouth.

"Bi," the man placed one hand on the top of Qameella's head. Now they look at each other. "you don't like it, if I express love to you?"

Qameella shook her head again with a knotty smile on the tip of her lips.

"Father," he said. Then smiled awkwardly. "elo... again realize right, Gar?" ambiguity question.

"His stomach?" The frowning guard did not understand.

"Yes, again elo slipping or again unconscious," he replied origin and then bit his lower lip.

"Oh... So you don't believe my words?" The new Guard understood why Qameella doubted her love. It was inseparable from his mistake at the beginning of his closeness with Qameella. But instead it targeted Qarmitha. He rubbed his face rough. "my God.." he seemed to be barely making a sound.

"I'm serious Bi..."

"You're Fiola, you know, too, right?"

"No. I don't have any feelings for him. I just thought he was a friend, nothing more." The Guard seemed to be holding back his anger. "yes, if you still don't believe."

Then stand up and go. But the deception was done when Qameella pulled his arm, holding him back. Sontak Garda turned his head and was surprised when the usually passive girl suddenly active. Impulsive act pecking Garda's cheeks quickly and briefly. Qameella's cheeks suddenly heated up with a red hue radiating almost all over her face. His heart beat.

The guard smiled happily. It means that his love is reciprocated even though it is not reciprocated by speech. Then cupped the face of Qameella who was about to bow down to look at him. A soft and warm kiss was placed on his wife's lips. But long ago demanded.

The inexperienced Qameella barely runs out of oxygen until it's hard to breathe. Forced him to push the Guard's chest to cut off their kiss.

"Hosh, hosh, enough!" he shouted with both hands still attached to the Garda's chest.

*

Settled three bucks with Qameella. Qarmitha also took advantage of this quick home by spending time playing at Yasmin's house. Not to miss Sarah and Amel. The four of them spent time swimming in the pool located behind Yasmin's house. But Qarmitha did not go swimming because the moon was coming. He just sat on a long bench leaning against the head of the bench, under the jumbo-sized umbrella that was overshadowing him. Enjoying a glass of cold orange juice while watching his three friends play water in the pool is really fun.

Although it was only the first day of the test, their brains felt hot. Need a cooler to be fresh again. Especially Qarmitha who just broke up. Either the answer this morning on the exam paper is correct or not. Because his brain is already blank, or hank huh? Clearly he could no longer think about the lesson. Fortunately, he still has a friend who cares. So, when he couldn't answer someone gave him a cheat paper.

"I hope yes," said Amel immediately pulled over and sat himself on the edge of the pool.

"Lo's father, Mel. Just a moment ago," said Sarah still soaking in the middle of the pool.

"Bodo!" Amel breezed out of the pool. Taking the bathrobe that was draped on the head of the chair opposite Qarmitha sat down.

"Udah, justin aja," said Yasmin neutralize the atmosphere. Then I took Sarah swimming again.

Qarmitha still enjoys its cool, sour-sweet-sweetened beverage. Without heeding the presence of Amel nearby. He is busy with his own thoughts.

"Woy, daydream?" peekik Amel accidentally surprised Qarmitha.

"Damn lo, ngagetin aja," hardik Qarmitha. "luck I'm not talkative. If so, I flush your face."

"Absolute sadist? Out of heart again."

"Don't mention the heartbreak problem ah. On the other hand, I'm willing to take off the bedbug model rich guy him."

"Yes anyway. Fall one, grow a thousand. Broken growth, lost change," said Amel with his wise words. Then take a sip of his favorite red guava juice.

"Sok wise lo!"

"The way it is."

After swimming, they continued to eat lunch together at the dinner table. Today Yasmin deliberately asked her domestic assistant to cook a variety of food menus with a fairly large portion. Understand her beautiful friends are arguably puffed up. But somehow their body shape does not look fat.

It didn't take long to eat all that food. Only ten minutes to fifteen minutes of all toilet food without remaining. Afterwards they relax in Yasmin's room while chatting with unclear ngidul.