Twin Love Persons

Wounds From the Past

Hi.. my readers who are kind and generous. sorry yes the theme of the story this time rada contains onions and gadi alias jalau dikit hehehe. But not gadi yes. if author gagaje aka galau not clear wkwkwk ckckc...

Happy reading yes…

*****************************

Gusti has repeatedly tried to forget all the words of homeroom teacher Qameella, when the acceptance of the rapids of the final semester even. But still can not make it difficult to sleep at night. Like a cassette tape of a woman's voice just kept swirling in her brain. Especially at dinner last Qameella repeatedly said sorry for disappointing him with an unsatisfactory rap score. The sadness, hurt and fear of being poured into one in his tears. Hoping to ask forgiveness from Gusti. And promised to study hard again later.

Although from his outer appearance the man looks ordinary and impressed not care about one of his twin daughters, Qameella. Impressed the plain girl did not have any talent and interest in any field. But in his heart he loved his daughter very much. Nor did he see it become like that.

Whether insensitive or indeed too indifferent attitude to Qameella, until Gusti never asked what the desire of one of his twin daughters was. Which in fact rarely talk to him intensely like a friend. All this time he could only walk in without giving him a chance to discuss. Unlike Qarmitha, her other twin daughters. His attitude is more open and expressive. Qameella is more closed and passive. All he knew was that the boy was too obedient without daring to sue. Sometimes the look in his eyes tends to show fear if he wants something. Or even just holding it.

"What's up, Dad?" reprimanded Maryam sitting on the side of the bed opposite Gusti.

"Hm, Ma?" the man who was sitting leaning on the head of the bed, jerked while turning to look at the presence of his wife who felt suddenly. Showing a stiff smile that seems forced.

"From coming home from taking the children's rap, Mama noticed Dad was so moody and quiet. What's up?" search Maryam. "is there a big problem with the kids at school?"

Gusti lowered his face for a moment while regulating his breathing.

"Why didn't you tell Mama?"

Gusti smiled bitterly while stroking the soft back of Maryam's hand. Then tell all his anger to the woman. A gush of sadness emanated clearly on the man's face. She was regretful in her heart for what happened to her daughter. He always thought he would be okay. But reality did not match his expectations.

Maryam shed tears after hearing the story from Gusti. Her heart is sad to know the sad reality of one of her daughters. Just like her husband, she did not expect that either. His daughter is a house child who does not like to wander like Qarmitha, his twin sister. The girl is very reliable when it comes to homework. But neither Maryan nor Gusti ever directed Qameella to socialize in the environment outside the home. They don't even know, does Qameella have any friends or not out there?

"Well, maybe you shouldn't put too much restraint on Lala going forward. Let her grow, enjoy her teenage years" Maryam said.

"But I don't want Lala to be as wild as Thatha, Ma..."

"Well, I saw first the positive side of Thatha's attitude. He is quite accomplished and accomplished. See how many trophies fill our house?"

"But, Ma..."

"Dad, please give Lala a chance to express herself. It's for his psychological development. Mama does not want our child who has suffered a lot.hiks hyks hyks," Maryam could not hold back her tears if she remembered the suffering of Qameella as a child.

In the past, after Gusti became one of the victims of PHK. As a result, his wife and child also slumped and life was in short supply. Finally to reduce their suffering during their stay in the city. Gusti decided to leave Qameella to his sister in the village. Qarmitha remained in his care with Maryam.

Initially Gusti thought the life of one of his twin daughters would be better compared to their life in the city. Because he believed in his brother who at that time more qualified economic life. Plus the sister has no children.

As a parent who entrusts children to others, he does not forget his obligations. Although the economy was not stable Gusti always sent pocket money for his beloved daughter. Occasionally look at him in the village to let go of longing while seeing the condition of the princess.

At first everything was fine. Gusti was happy to see his daughter treated well by his younger brother and sister-in-law. His son is very pampered does not change him like a real child. But as time went on everything changed. Gusti deliberately came alone to the village right on his daughter's birthday. The man intended to give her a sweet surprise while bringing a small gift for her.

Suddenly from a distance there was the sound of a child crying. The voice sounded very familiar in his sense of hearing. The voice was almost similar to Qarmitha's when crying. Because the boy was so spoiled and whiny when he was at home. Then he sped up his pace to quickly arrive at his sister's house.

"Dad, Lala's kangen... Mama.." softly and poignantly the voice of the child teased the deaf Gusti.

"What are you doing sitting there?" The young lady snapped with her eyes as if burning red.

The boy was shocked to hear a thunderous voice in his ear. Then her body shook as the woman she used to call Auntie, threw a tub full of dirty clothes on her face. At that time, she was only six years old. His little hands could not take well. Can only resignedly find himself almost buried by dirty clothes that smell very piercing his tiny nose. Then pick up the clothes that fall scattered on the ground one by one. After that, it is put in the laundry.

"Sana, quickly wash all those dirty clothes in the river!" it was a word that the little girl could not dispute.

"Yes, Aunt... Lala do everything. But, but Lala's hungry..."

"Basic boy doesn't know himself. Do your duty first, then you can eat," he said sarcas.

Poor little Qameella could only cry in silence. His hungry stomach was forced to fast until his work was done.

"You can't just eat and sleep here for free. You have to work to pay rent while you stay here. Quickly work now! If not, you can't sleep in the house. Eat your Auntie love the cat!"

Brak!

Gusti was surprised to see the scene before his eyes. Also the harsh reality that befell his beloved daughter. He accidentally dropped his luggage on the ground. React the woman and the boy who turned to the source of the voice.

"Dad, Dad..." Qameella immediately ran to embrace Gusti who was immediately warmly welcomed by him. Then carry that tiny body.

"Oh, so this is how you treat my daughter who you say you look like your own daughter?" gusti's voice sounded heavy on the condition of anger. His eyes were reddened by the overflow of emotions.

"Dad, Lala wants to go home. Lala promised not to be naughty anymore," said the innocent boy was bitter.

"My son doesn't live free in your house. I send money to your husband every month for my daughter. But why do you say my daughter lives free in your house?" the woman fell in. His mouth was tightly locked not daring to refute.

Not long after, his brother had just returned from the field. The man was surprised to see the crowd in front of his house. Not usually many people come to his house. Which he thinks the guests are out of nowhere. After arriving at his home. He saw his brother scolding his wife and yelling at her until the woman he loved cried.

From then on, Gusti's brotherly relationship with his sister was no longer harmonious. Even though the sister prostrated herself apologized to him. His heart was sick and difficult to treat. And since then also the household of his sister was not harmonious until the divorce occurred.

Could it be because of the trauma back then that affected Lala?

*

Qameella was alone in her room. Sitting on his bed hugging his knees. His heart was heartbroken considering the value of his rapot that was not satisfactory enough. His worry and fear were so high that it almost made him depressed. How not, instead of wanting to make Gusti proud instead. Therefore, he thought that Gusti's silence was a form of disappointment to him that he could not be proud of at all. Her tears were pouring down her cheeks. Will his father punish him as he did when he was a child? He certainly didn't want it. He's kapok!

Too scared to think about her own problems, Qameella forgot to think about the Guard. Either the guy is still loyal or not to him. Missing her or even hating her, her brain has a hard time processing it. In the eyes, the man always misses him. The tormented day and night held heavy save the longing that stifled his chest.

"Dad.don't stay in Lala. Lala promised to be a good boy too. As long as I don't stay in Lala anymore... Father.." - Ogre and grim Qameella concocted in her dreams to deliriousness. Repeatedly calling his father. The girl was really afraid that she would part with her family again like she used to. Then the shadow of his past bitterness was carried all the way to his sleep.

Not long after waking up from a dream with a sweat wetting his forehead. His face pajas with irregular breaths. After that he rubbed his face rough. But he was sad. Tears just rolled from his eyes. His sobs broke the silence of the night.

*

Whip off! That is how the Guard feels now. After three days of meeting in front of the school. She still can't see her idol, Qameella in person or by phone. Either the phone is still confiscated by Gusti or it does not have a pulse. The guard did not know for sure, which was clear his phone still could not be reached. His longing was struggling to ask to see him soon. But he could not impose his will before getting approval from Qameella.

The dance that had always been the connector of his tongue and Qameella, now could no longer. Because two days ago the girl had said she would return home with her family to her grandfather's house in Malang. Currently, it is the end of semester holiday season.

The Guard had thought of contacting Qarmitha, Qameella's twin sister. But after rethinking and weighing all the events that had hurt his relationship and Qameella. He finally chose to abandon his intentions.

Garda let out a long sigh to find his basecamp that was always crowded with babbles, jokes, and laughter. Even their silly behavior that sometimes makes amused also emotions. Now it looks quiet and lonely. Then sit on the sofa where it is usually occupied. Remembering the times that once

he passed it along with all his friends who are members of the ABABIL gang.

This holiday season should be filled with traveling. Many tourist spots worth visiting both domestic and foreign countries. Usually Garda will go to Bali, Singapore or Japan as

tourist destinations. He will bring almost all members of the ABABIL gang. Of course free for them, prohibit the chairman who reached for his own pocket. And a small part of them decided to go home

hometown with their families.

But not for this year. The Guard has no passion for any activity. Just want to meet the people he loves. In addition to wanting to meet Qameella, there is his greatest wish

if it can be done right now. That is to meet Karina, the woman who had given birth to him into this world.