
"Please stop here." pinta Qameella broke the silence when the car he was riding with Garda and a friend of the Guard, named Ryan arrived in front of the gate security post to the XX housing complex. The middle-class housing complex, where Qameella's house is located.
After spending the night alone with the Guard in a strange place. Eventually they are picked up by Ryan, Guard's best friend who is also his tablemate. Last night they were stuck in a place they had never been before. After finishing business at the local RT office, because Qameella and Garda were accused of perverted behavior at the patrol post they stopped to sleep while waiting for the morning allowed to go home. When he opened his eyes, Qameella was surprised by the arrival of the citizens who raided him with the Guard. Then they were taken to the RT office for trial.
During the trip only Garda and Ryan engaged in conversation. While Qameella was only silent with her cold look and flat facial expression. Verily what is seen on the outside and what is felt in the heart of the girl whose full name is Qameella Aulia Rahmah is very different. Behind his calm demeanor was a restlessness that was raging within his heart. I don't know what he's feeling, only he and God know.
Ryan, who was sitting behind the wheel, stopped his car. The guard turned towards Qameella who was sitting in the passenger seat behind the driver.
"Are you sure you want to get down here?" ask the Guard to make sure.
"Yes. My house is close. So, you don't need to drop off." said coldly. Qameella moved open the door to get out.
"Gue doesn't care if your house is far or near" the Guard said coldly.
Qameella stopped her activity, immediately turning to the source of the voice.
"Well, elo invite me to stop by your house. At least I drink that."
"Owh!" Qameella did not speak just silently as if she was thinking about something.
"Kok just 'owh' doang?" The guard furrowed his forehead unhappy with the expression the girl showed. He turned his body sideways to face Ryan. His head turned to face Qameella, "it's elo..."
"Sori, I can't get you guys to come by my house. Because I never invite strangers to come home." said Qameella quickly cut off Garda's speech. After that he opened the car door, went out and closed the car door Ryan. He left without permission.
Garda and Ryan were astonished by Qameella's haughty attitude. They stared at the girl's departure until her back disappeared away into the block.
"Busyet! A really arrogant girl. Just go selonong boy." complains Ryan while running his car at medium speed.
"Yes. I just found her a rich cold chick. And only this time I feel rejected by a girl." timpal Garda felt his pride as a wounded playboy guy.
"Huhahah." Ryan laughed amusedly at the look of disappointed friends who had been famous flamboyant.
"Shut up, Bambang!" sergeant Garda sewot.
In the history of life Garda who has always been an idol of girls, both at school and outside school. No word is rejected or ignored by any girl. He who is usually valued and becomes the struggle of the girls is of course very shocked with the cold and indifferent attitude of the girl he just knew. Not without reason. Because it has hurt the image of his playboy who has been proud. It is certain to meet a calm, cold, and indifferent girl like Qameella is for the first time. It was as if his soul was challenged to conquer the heart of the girl.
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Qameella pulled the key out of her bag after seeing that the gate of her house was still tightly locked. Qarmitha stayed at her friend's house last night. Mama and her father are still staying at the home of a sick grandmother, the day after they will return.
The girl immediately threw herself on her soft bed. His body felt tired, stiff, as if to break after a night of sleep in the patrol post with a sitting position leaning. Because of the rancid boy whose face is very similar to Rega, his target man since Junior High. But until now there is not a single nail of his courage to express his feelings for Rega. So, until this moment he was only a secret admirer.
It's ten in the morning. Thankfully, today is Sunday. Qameella doesn't have to worry about taking care of her schoolwork. He was quite relaxed today as long as both the old man and Qarmitha were not home. This time he wanted to enjoy his morning with a little bit of joy first. Straightening his spine that feels bent.
Suddenly Qameella remembered the figure of a man who was a duplicate of Rega. He was trying to compare Rega to that guy. Although almost 90% physically have similarities. But in terms of appearance and attitude is very much different. All this time he knew Rega was a typical guy who was calm, quiet, smiling, sociable, and polite. It's a lot different from the guy who was with her from last night until a few minutes ago. Rame, chatty, likes to smile is also a bit affectionate, but urgency. It is like a currency that has two different sides. Could it be that this guy is not Rega? Or even the other side of Rega's true personality? Huh.the answer Meella does not know.
Qameella changed her position by tilting her body. Suddenly a white gold chain necklace with a rectangular pendant, stretched out from its neckline. The net immediately caught a foreign object commonly used as a guy's accessories. His right hand picked up the pendant that was lying on top of his mattress, and was still related to the necklace that hung around his neck.
"Garda" he said softly reading the carvings contained in the pendant. He paused for a moment to remember Rega's full name. "Rega Garda Negara." It makes sense that the necklace bearing that name, was part of his name. Why not Rega. He's called Rega, he doesn't think he's getting a meeting point.
The Flashback
Five hours ago. Qameella, who had just woken up, was suddenly startled with a jacket covering the front of her body. Not lost his surprise, he was again surprised by the presence of five fathers, who were local residents with sharp eyes. They were standing right in front of the patrol post he was in. The girl snuggled in fear. But something heavy hit his thigh. Apparently the guy who looks like Rega was sleeping soundly with his thighs while curled up and folded his hands in front of his chest.
Qameella and Garda were led to RT's office for trial. Both are considered to have been perverted at patrol posts in the neighborhood. They consider the actions of the two teenagers to have contaminated the environment. And gave the sin of adultery to the citizens.
The two XI-class teenagers from different High Schools have repeatedly denied their allegations. But because of their sleeping position, no one believes. They also cannot tolerate their actions. They were married at the RT office.
Flashback Off
"Hufa!" Qameella breathed a heavy sigh. "Well, am I married? Heh, who believes. I shut up. Let's just say nothing happened." he muttered as he removed the necklace from his neck. It was then kept in a nightstand drawer by his bedside.
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