Twin Love Persons

Don't Be Angry, Bi...

Rega and Renita are enjoying their favorite menu. Both of them really enjoy the togetherness which is very rarely they do. Sometimes they seem to smile and laugh a little at the end of their conversation. Their courtship age is only as long as corn. Meeting frequency is also rare. Only in school can they spend time together. Because outside of school they both have a hard time meeting. Because of the busyness that takes up so much of their time. Especially Renita who incidentally the only child of a wealthy businessman. His days were always preoccupied with private tutoring. Start language lessons, ballet, piano and there are still some other tutoring. In addition, in his home he is very bound by the rules set by his parents. So, it is less likely for him to be free as a teenager his age in general.

In another corner of the same restaurant visited Rega and Renita. Qarmitha was sliding her smartphone slide while being mobbed by her three best friends. The four of them were focused on watching slide by slide photos of Rega together with Renita. Of course it was taken secretly. The four of them no one knew if the photo belonged to Rega. They only knew that the guy was Garda who was cheating on him with the other girl behind Qameella. Understandably they also do not know if Rega and Garda are twin brothers.

"Elo sure it's the Guard?" ask Amelia hesitating. The net captures there's a bit of awkwardness to the photo. I don't know which part, he doesn't know for sure.

"Rest assured. Kan elo can see for himself his face is clearly rich gini," said Qarmitha rada sewot.

"Not that too, try aja elo perhaiin his face is the same gini," argued Amelia after previously thinking in.

"What the hell do you mean, Mel? It's not clear, you know what?" continued Laras who does not agree with Amelia's opinion.

"Gue did not expect that the rich bucini guy Guard, it turns out that he can cheat too, huh?" said Yasmin who was immediately embraced by Sarah and Qarmitha. "gue thought he was the type of loyal guy. Eh.. gakunya crocodile as well," he continued flat but full of emphasis.

Sarah grunted softly as she thumped her lips.

"Maybe the Meella is just a less how. Well. we-we know yes. Silent, kuper, cold same guy. Who knows the Bosen Guard with such attitude. So yes. the Guard is looking for another girl who is more attentive to him," said Sarah made Qarmitha cleared her throat while throwing a haunted look.

"Ehm! There I am..."

Sarah's face pias. Fearing that Qarmitha would be angry for not accepting his opinion.

"Gue didn't mean it, Tha..."

In fact, Qarmitha did not deny what Sarah had said about the nature of her twin sister. Qameella is a fact. Although not 100% but still he did not want to hear vague comments about Qameella into his ears.

"Keep, what's your plan after this?" sarah's question turned her eyes to the guy who still looks fun talking to a girl who is not clear juntrungannya.

"Obviously for now I don't want to do anything first. I want to see where he went before," said Qarmitha while pointing with a swing of his chin. "then, I just turned him," he continued full of emphasis. Next to his hand clenched on the table with a murderous look.

Sarah and Yasmin nodded in understanding. Amelia seemed to be thinking about what was inside her brain. Only he and God know.

*

Qameella immediately compressed the cheek of the Guards hit earlier with ice cubes. But the problem was that the girl did not have a handkerchief to wrap the ice cubes so as not to stick directly on the smooth cheeks of the guy. Pity him. He will be cold. How you gonna do it again? Qameella doesn't have any. Inside his sling bag was only a cell phone, a small wallet and a packet of tissue. Yo wis lah's. No root rattan so. No tissue handkerchief so either.

The guard sitting on the garden chair by himself was suddenly startled, and forced him to turn his head as a cold object stuck to his cheek. His eyes flickered and then turned heartily in an instant. Kala realized the person she saw was the one she missed so much. In the heart hoping to hug and kiss him to release the longing that feels already in the crown.

The eyes of the young couple locked onto each other for a few seconds.

"Sorry," Qameella's great-grandson quietly. Breaking his eye contact. "sorry to make you rich gini," he said full of regret.

The Guard was silent with a gaze not separated from Qameella, still deep in his own thoughts. "Akh!" she shrank slowly, closing her eyes, as the coldness bit the bruise on her cheek.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, sorry," Qameella directly distanced the ice cubes that were placed on the cheeks of the Guard. He was wrong and not feeling good either. I don't know what to do to get confused myself.

Qameella's palms were almost frozen with ice cubes. But he hesitated to throw it away, worried it was still being used. Then he stood up to leave. And it seems like he should just leave here quickly to leave the Guard. Because the afternoon sky will turn dark. Especially the memory of what happened two hours ago. It makes the heart hurt and ill feel.

"Bi, where are you going?" The guard immediately pulled Qameella's arm that was about to rush away leaving her. Suddenly dropped the ice cubes in the girl's hand to the ground. Then Qameella's body seemed to float and fall on the lap of the Guard with a sideways position.

The guard smiled, Qameella was stunned. This is the moment that the Guard always awaits. Without wasting any time one of her hands hugged Qameella's waist. The other hand grabbed the nape of his wife. The scent of perfume that Qameella wore poured into her nose. What a scent she misses so much. Fragrances that he had inhaled into his brain when their events were pursued by members of the Endoy gang. It is very different from the perfume that Qarmitha wears.

This is my wife. Whispers in the heart while closing the eyes enjoy the fragrance that spoils the sense of smell.

"Don't fuck around here!" Qameella suddenly warned, interrupting the desire of the Guard who wanted to spice it up.

The guard immediately opened his eyes. Disappointed? Sure is! Because he failed to channel his longing. His eyes immediately combed the surrounding environment which still seemed crowded by park visitors.

Qameella got up and immediately stood up from the lap of the Guard. A little clumsy also rada oleng because of the behavior of the sedeng boy.

"Huh?! Bawdy?" The guard did not understand and asked for an explanation. Stand up eroding distance.

"Yes. This is a public place. There are also many small children. Therefore, don't just use the brain, don't just use the character" replied Qameella sarcas. Then shift his eyes.

Garda made auto cengo.

"Why did you come here?" he asked ketus. "there is no one who is looking for. Mending elo quickly get out of here!" Qameella this time was really uncomfortable for a long time being close to the Guard. Then move on.

"Why Bi?... Why are you talking rich? You are here Bi. That means the person I am looking for is also here. Since you are the only person I am looking for," the Guard denied succeeding in dampening Qameella's steps.

"Bi.." call the gentle Guard while grabbing Qameella's hand. But Qameella was yanking him roughly.

"I told you, Bi, bi elo is not there. I'm not her" said Qameella in a trembling voice holding back a cry. His face was deliberately turned away not staring at the Guard. So that her husband doesn't know her tears are almost down.

The Guard forced Qameella's body to turn back to him for a long time to turn towards him. He was shocked by the tears that had already welled up in Qameella's eyes.

"Bi, you don't have to lie to me by saying you're not my Bi. You Bi me, Bini me. The only one in the world, nothing else" he said. Holding both shoulders of Qameella.

"No. It's not here!"

The Guard did not understand Qameella's thoughts. He repeatedly admitted his own absence. He is very clear and real.

"Bi, why the hell did you just say you didn't exist? Where are you going? Let me take ya.." persuaded him.

"No need, thank you," said Qameella coldly. He shook off the hand of the Guard from both shoulders and left.

"Bye..." The Guard pulled Qameella's arm still trying to contain her departure.

"Oh, Guard. Why are you still chasing me? I can't talk any more about elo. The girl you're looking for isn't me."

"Bi! Enough's enough!" The guard raised his voice a little. Fortunately, visitors who had inhabited the park had been gradually gone because it was almost night. Only the two of them seemed unmoved. To the point of not inviting the attention of others. "I know this is you. That's why you immediately defended me by saying I'm your girlfriend when I want to be beaten up by someone again earlier. You don't have to pretend anymore. And by the way, I'm all."

"You're angry with me? But why angry? By the way, dong is clear, let me understand. I am not a shaman who is smart to guess the contents of the hearts and minds of others. I'm just an ordinary guy who only knows how to fight and rule the streets."

Qameella just kept quiet. Her tears just flowed down her cheeks. Garda cupped Qameella's face with both hands. He wiped his wife's tears with his thumbs on the right and left cheeks of Qameella.

"Bi. please do not torment me with your anger. I've suffered enough to endure my longing for you for a week more. I miss you, Bi.." said the Guard softly as he stroked the soft cheek of Qameella. Then kiss her forehead long enough.

Qameella closed her eyes accepting the kiss. Impressed enjoying. Suddenly the shadow of the Guard when he opened the door of his car very attentively to Qarmitha, his anger seemed to want to explode immediately. Without the ba-bi-bu he pushed hard on Guard's chest. Gives quite a distance between them.

"Bi," spontaneous Guard protest. Qameella threw away her face. "please don't do this. I love you so much. I love you the same. If you are not happy with me, I am speaking clearly. Pliss, Bi.."

"So I came to your house to pick you up. But you don't exist" he recalled before his arrival at the park.

"Elo wrong. I'm at home," argued Qameella roughly. The guard could not say anything. Just letting his little wife vent her emotions.

"Bi... Are you sure you're home?" Guard ensures.

"Why should you be sure? I no longer convert. But I'm just talking real. I'm at home. I even see how happy you are to welcome Mitha's arrival. Open the door to keep him going..."

"Bi, sorry for my stupidity. I didn't realize Mitha wasn't you. Your faces are both very similar. Moreover, Mitha's appearance was very similar to yours, So...." The Guard really cursed his own stupidity.

"Sorry Gar. Our relationship is not just a day or two. And this isn't the first error, but I don't know how many times?" qameella's eyes were misty because of the tears that re-stained her eyes.

The downcast guard realized his mistake. Qameella laughed heartily.

"Okay, at the beginning of our introduction elo still I understand the error of elo. Because I can't tell the difference between Mitha and me. I am angry with Elo. But in the end I can forgive you. And, for now I don't know, I can or I'm not sorry. I was already very disappointed with elo," tears and small stuffing managed to escape after finishing his speech.

"Bi, plis.please give me another chance. I promise that this time I will not be confused again. Plis.. Don't be mad, Bi..."

"Gar, I honestly have to say the same elo from now on. I am a member of the monogamous system. I don't like being mixed. I hate the name of the actor. Although I know in Islam allows a man to have a wife of four, three or two."

The guard raised his gaze looking straight at the girl in front of him. With a changed and unreadable look.

"If you want to have more than one wife, please, I will not forbid your pleasure. But on one condition. Divorce me point!"

"Bi, you think too much and too far."

"Whatever, elo say I think too much cake, think too far cake, I don't care. I just thought, if now you're wrong to recognize your own wife. How later when we really have a real household. Maybe you can do more than this" he said desperately.

"But Bi..." The Guard regained Qameella's hand.

"Sori, Gar. This time, my decision was completely unanimous. We really cannot continue this unclear household relationship. After all, the basis of this relationship has no foundation. We get married just because we have to. Our relationship ended up here."

Jederr!!!

It was as if the sound of lightning echoed within the Garda's brain. He was very surprised by Qameella's unilateral decision. Again and again his wife asked to end their relationship which was just about to start again.