Twin Love Persons

Longsand

Hi readers... later ya nungnya? Don't worry be happy. I'm coming now.

Sorry, story time there is an element of the bring. So, ready wipes if carried away atmosphere yes.

Happy reading yes....

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The guard stood before the four-meter-high towering gate, in front of the large two-story house. I don't know why suddenly his heart moved him into the house. But doubt stopped his footsteps from continuing to step in. He may claim to be the son of the owner. Moreover, his face and posture are almost 100% the same as Rega. But it still had no effect on him.

"Who are you looking for?" reprimanding a man shocked the Guard and turned to the source of the voice.

The man behind the gate rounded his eyes when he saw the Guard's face. Hurry to open the lock and the door wide. Actually in the heart of the man was a little surprised by the appearance of the young man who thought his master's son. Unlike usual who always look neat with black hair drizzle. Now the young man looked foreign with a shirt stelan without being buttoned displaying his inner t-shirt. Combined with jeans belel and torn. But he did not dare to ask.

The Guard hesitated to enter the two-story mansion. His heart pumped faster. For the first time a Guard famous for its bravery, was suddenly struck with nervousness.

"Darling, why are you standing there?" suddenly there was the voice of a woman behind her back. The young man who was famous for his sadness and sadism turned his head, looking for the source of the voice.

Netra Guard immediately caught the figure of a woman who still looks beautiful like before, even though she is no longer young. Her eyes were patterned with beautiful eyes belonging to the woman. His facial expression changed. But the look in his eyes implied a very deep longing.

The woman was stunned before the young man she almost scolded, because the hairstyle and dress looked more like a street child. But his anger evaporated just like that when he realized the young man standing before him was not Rega. Except for his other son, the Guard. Even though the boy did not say a word. It was his maternal instinct that told him that his son who had been out of his embrace had now returned.

"Mama," the great-grandson of the Guard slowly.

The tears of the woman's eyes slid freely along with both hands clutching the body that is no longer small. Now it has metamorphosed into a handsome young man dashing. It flashed through his mind the shadow of his past. When I was young. When the small Guard always shouted to him Mama while running towards him by stretching out his two small hands. Then he who had just got out of the car after work, immediately welcomed his son also stretched out his hands while bowing to align his body with the height of his five-year-old son.

*

Qarmitha really enjoyed her school holidays with her three best friends. While Qameella seemed not excited to enjoy it. His days were spent helping Gusti and Maryam in their humble restaurant. He completely devoted himself to both his parents, having disappointed them for his poor rap score. In addition, he also tried to forget his cellphone that Gusti had confiscated. The impact of Qameella's relationship with the Guard that hangs just like that. Even though in his heart he misses her so much. I hope to see him soon. But what are the invisible shackles that hinder his determination.

Maryam looked at one of her daughters who looked very hard-working. Serving customers with patience. Starting from welcoming, offering food menu, to bringing orders to the customer table. Everything he did was happy without complaining even though a sweat was pouring down his forehead. The woman's heart felt sad when she remembered her other daughter was so ignorant. It's also selfish just to be out there with his friends.

Tak.

Qameella placed the square tray on the kitchen table. Then wiped his sweaty forehead rough with the back of his right hand. His left hand was used to push his minus glasses which he felt began to sag from the base of his nose.

"Racid?"

Qameella instantly twisted her body facing the source of the sound. The two corners of the lips are attracted forming a sincere smile.

"Mama," received a bottle of cold drink that Maryam offered. "thank you, Ma."

Maryam smiled as she stuck out her hand on the top of Qameella's head. It was as if saying how sorry it was to the princess.

Qameella smiled sincerely at the woman who had given birth to her on this earth. Her heart warmed to the caress of the love of the mother.

"Why don't you spend your time off school going out with a friend, La?" search Maryam idle. Just a smile from Qameella. "Thatha alone since yesterday went around constantly. Rarely at home. You don't want to..."

"No. Lala's happy to help out here. Can continue with Dad and Mama," he said interrupting Maryam's words. Ja. The girl always wanted to be with Gusti and Maryam. He was afraid that he would be thrown out again, nor would he want to experience a similar incident like before.

"Lala's rap score is bad. Where appropriate Lala fun to go on vacation. Lala should be punished so as not to make mistakes again," he continued flatly but implied a deep wound.

Maryam's heart was pinched with Qameella's words just now. He also realized the value of the rapist Qarmitha is not too good. But in his brain there was never any reflection to correct himself. I don't know maybe that one princess is too cute. Or Qameella who is too thinker to want to punish herself.

Oh my God.. What's wrong with my daughter? Why is he blaming himself so much? Could this be my husband's parenting mistake? Forgive me for not being a good mother to my two daughters.

"Lala dear.." said Maryam gently leading Qameella to a chair outside the kitchen.

"Lala can't blame herself too much. However Lala tried her best with hard work."

"Honey.can't be like this. Neither Mom nor Dad were angry with Lala. It was just Lala's feeling," Maryam tried to give her understanding as she gently touched Qameella's cheek. "it was clear that Thatha. Lala can check that Thatha's rap is no better than Lala. And Lala could see, her demeanor was akh! Lala can tell how she behaves everyday? Rarely at home, diligently wandering, anyway.. ekh!"

"But... It made Mom and Dad disappointed. Lala can't please Mom and Dad. Lala has no talent at all. There's no achievement. Does not stand out in any field," he said sadly judging himself.

"But, Son..."

"Lala wants to make Mom and Dad proud. But, constantly make Mama and Dad disappointed. If this continues, Lala is afraid that Dad will throw Lala away from this family again. Lala..."

Maryam immediately grabbed the skinny body of her daughter. His heart was broken to hear Qameella's confession. Now he only knew the reason for his daughter who always tried to obey all Gusti's orders or himself. It turned out to be just so that he did not get kicked out of the house. Maybe in the teenage girl's mind, she should be able to do what Gusti and Maryam ask. The reason they treat him is not like that.

Qameella wept bitterly in Maryam's arms. No doubt Maryam also shed her tears.

Gusti secretly heard the conversation between the mother and the child from behind the wall separating the kitchen and the hallway towards the bathroom. His heart felt pain in pain. He did not expect because his decision at that time now left a wound. Wounds that may be difficult to treat. Even by professional doctors.

I'm sorry, Son. Not that Dad meant to make you always haunted by the fear of abandonment. Inner Gusti was crying bitterly.

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Qameella raised her head with a questioning look, after seeing Gusti thrusting her beloved phone. Of course, the phone that Gusti had seized because he was caught making a video call with Garda while studying.

"Take it!" Gusti shoved the flat object.

"But... Dad," Qameella seemed hesitant.

"It's okay. Take that! this is yours. Sorry I took it from you."

Qameella was stunned to hear an apology spoken from Gusti's lips. He didn't know if the man could say that.

"You must have missed using it. Calling your friends over the phone, right?"

Qameella smiled haru, then nodded her head quickly.

"Thank you, Dad," he said in a trembling voice. Received his phone back with joy.

"Connect with friends! Enjoy your holiday with pleasure."

"Really?" Gusti nodded his head in response. "But, Dad."

"What else?" Gusti doesn't understand.

"Are you not angry with Lala, because Lala's rap score is bad?" Gusti shook his head. Qameella smiled happily. But, it suddenly turned sullen considering his unfinished work. "thank you very much huh, Dad. After the resto is closed. Lala will just contact Lala's friends," he continued with a heavy heart.

After all, he did not have many close friends. The only one closest to her was simply Dance. Currently, Dance is re-working the village. It is impossible for him to spend his vacation time with Tari. Now all he has in his brain is one name, Guard.

"Go! You don't have to think about work. There's Dad and Mama in charge here," Gusti calmed down so that Qameella could enjoy her day off with pleasure.

Qameella smiled.

"Thank You Dad. Dad is indeed the best father in the world," he said to hug Gusti. But immediately canceled because of the snort.

Gusti who understood the maxukd his daughter immediately hugged him tightly channeling his complete affection as a father. Although in his heart there was a great guilt for his daughter. He then told Qameella to go home.

Qameela was thrilled to finally have the chance to enjoy her day off, which she initially thought was impossible. Then immediately contact the Guard.