Twin Love Persons

Not Girlfriend

The sky no longer looks bright. There is almost no dark sun. Same with Qameella and Garda. A young couple is experiencing a strange problem involving the emotions of the heart. No one can understand the contents of each head. No one wants to understand the outpouring of hearts. Yet there is hope in the corner of their deepest heart that secretly still hopes to be able to have each other.

Qameella directly barged into his house without saying anything first. And left the door of his house open just like that after entering. Suddenly surprised Gusti who was moving from the living room.

"Lala?" a pair of Gusti's eyes were patterned from behind his glasses. He could clearly recognize Qameella even without her glasses.

Kontan the girl flicked her step which was already halfway to her room. Then twist his body reluctantly.

"A... dad?" his pajama face implied immense fear and worry. He bowed intending to hide his heart from the eyes of the eagle Gusti.

"You enter the house like a kedebong kanyut only, do not say hello or anything. Direct entry without permission makes people surprised," spray Gusti.

"M. I'm sorry Dad," her great-granddaughter slowly still lowered her head.

"Bi!" pekik Garda suddenly followed through. Without considering the consequences afterwards.

"There are others who follow along too. As if this house had no occupants," again Gusti was irritated. Now his gaze was only on the handsome young man who decided to just stand on the doorstep.

Garda cursed his own stupidity that was easily carried away and was afraid of losing his wife. He should have been more polite just before he came in. But what can make his brain feel useless at a time like this. Only emotions controlled his lust as if obliterating his common sense. As a result he chose not to continue his steps to reach the idol of the heart. In addition to respecting the host. He also did not want Qameella affected by his bad attitude.

"Om," with a gentleman attitude the Guard greeted while nodding respectfully.

Gusti furrowed his forehead until both of his thick eyebrows were linked.

"who?" ask the man doubtful.

"I.." haven't had time to give clarification to Gusti, suddenly Qameella interrupted.

"She's Mitha's boyfriend, Dad," he left.

Jem! The guard was shocked. Didn't expect his beloved wife to say that. Is this a form of anger? I don't know, he doesn't know.

"Bi!" he said without caring. Right people say. 'It hurts here'.

Gusti really made do not understand the behavior of a pair of teenagers that he did not know what the status of their relationship. He snorted softly after seeing the departure of the princess.

"Hey, young man!" exclaimed the big tall man with a whisker and a thin berewok decorate his handsome face.

The guard immediately focused his gaze on the father-in-law. He nodded slowly as a sign of replying to Gusti's call.

"What should you call my child?" squinting eyes looked at the figure of a young man of the same age with his two daughters. "Bi?" continued repeating.

"Eh. i-iya Om," said the Guard suddenly became groggy.

"Why do you call that name? You are not insulting my son right, by calling ekhm," Gusti's search ended with a thud. It seemed that without mentioning the name he meant, the young man before him was standing within a radius of one and a half meters from where he stood, looking already understood.

"Of course not, Om," he replied firmly.

The sound of adzan maghrib reverberated beautifully from the mosque around the Gusti house complex.

"Dad, it's maghrib. It's not good to leave the door open" Maryam suddenly burst in between two men of different generations. After you finish composing the dining table with the dinner menu. "take your guests in. The time of day his guests were left standing in the doorway, especially now that Maghrib, without being invited to enter also sit? What will people say? We can't appreciate guests."

Gusti realized his mistake was quite big. He does not appreciate his guests. He was busy interrogating the guest like a criminal.

"Come in young!" his direct command was agreed by the Guard. Then move on. Just a few steps his foot moved. Gusti turned his body.

"Young man, please close the door, please" he continued. "yes, can you pray?" the question that took the Guard into shock. But he remembered Qameella had once taught him about the ordinance of prayer.

"Can, Om," he answered steadily.

"Good, let's pray together!" gusti said coldly.

The Guard swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. The tall guy who has been famous for being brave. Famous for his cruelty. Very feared by the enemies, and respected by his friends and friends. Suddenly his guts shrunk when asked to be a priest praying maghrib by the in-laws.

"Why? Can't do?" gusti's reprimand made the guts of the Guard go up and down. But the man did not want to show his incompetence in front of his two in-laws and his buying wife who were looking at him with an illegible gaze.

"Bi.. can! Of course I can, Om," replied the Guard full of confidence. The look in his eyes was directed straight at the girl who had been neatly wearing a white mukena with a flower motif and a small lace on the end. A faint smile rattled on her thin lips. Coldness lingered in his heart.

Qameella only retorted by rolling her eyeballs off guard. Although inwardly smiling and praising the good looks of the husband who is increasingly complete with sturdy clothes, sarongs and peci loaned Gusti. Somewhat great he uses his father's sturdy clothes. But it does not make its charm increasingly become.

"Come, start immediately," said Gusti immediately took the position of master behind the Guard.

Inside the mosque, a special room is provided for prayer in Gusti's house. The Guard also took the position of priest, standing in front of the leading shaf of the makmum. This was his first experience of worship at the Qameella house, which immediately took the position of priest. Even though he had previously been two or three times a prayer priest of his gang friends. But the sensations he felt were very different. And the atmosphere contained within here was simply incredible to amaze him to himself.

The leafan that felt on his chest was like a million-flavored candy. But being able to control himself so as not to be too nervous shows the ability in front of the two in-laws directly. The guard facing the qiblah. He solemnly began his prayer movement with the takbirratul ihram, then ended with greetings.

Afterwards Gusti who took over led the prayer.

Finished performing the maghrib prayer they occupied their respective seats at the dining table. Due to the number of seats that the Gusti family used only four, according to the number of family members. The seats used by the Guard are different. But it does not reduce the privileges he feels. How not? Usually he always enjoyed his dinner in solitude because of his solitude in his mansion. Or the noise of eating with members of the ABABIL gang who are super noisy, rested and do not know the rules.

Now he can feel the warmth of being in the midst of a harmonious family. Attention Maryam, the mother-in-law who did not hesitate to serve him like a real child. The figure of the Father that Gusti represented, made him slightly treat his longing for the affection of his Papa who was somewhere at the moment. But he was also disappointed because until this moment the wife was still silent. There was no intention to ask him to talk or joke.

While Qarmitha who had just returned home after they finished performing the maghrib prayer, seemed indifferent to the presence of the Guard in the middle of his family. Maybe his sister-in-law was still angry with him, because he was dropped off in the middle of the road.

Secretly the Guard stole a glance at the two twin girls sitting right in front of him. The two sat facing each other against the table as their barrier. He tried to research what the difference was between a pair of similar-faced girls. A long haircut dangling past the shoulders. The exact same shirt is just a different color. And. akh, it's hard to tell them apart. If he really couldn't recognize his wife this time, it would be like killing himself for her.

"Hey young man, what's your name?" ask Gusti after finishing his meal.

"B... Garda, Om," he said a bit stammered because he was found to be daydreaming.

"Hmm" Gusti muttered as he nodded his head. He began to interrogate the foreign youth who had dared to barge into his house without permission. After they all finished their meals. While eating the man's dessert also launched the action.

"How long have you known my son, Thatha? I mean... Qarmitha."

Feeling her name called Qarmitha immediately raised her face. With a look of annoyance he protested.

"What the hell, Dad? Why was that name brought up?"

"Dear dong, Dad said your name. Because I want to know that it's been as far along as your relationship with this Guard boy," said Gusti.

"Uhuk! Uhuk, uhuk!" suddenly Qameella coughed choking on the orange she had just chewed.

The guard turned his head and noticed Qameella's facial expression in silence.

"Slow down dong, do not need to rush, eat it" said Maryam while patting slowly Qameella's back. The woman spontaneously paused her activities from tidying the dining table.

"Yes, Ma" said Qameella, displaying her best smile as she turned her face to her mother.

Qarmitha glanced at her twin sister.

"Dad know where that's from if there's a connection with that lick?" Qarmitha pointed with the tip of her pursed lips at the Guard. Then with a cynical look glanced back towards Qameella. The one who was stared at just silently did not want to give any response. As if I had no sin at all. "my friends have a rich girlfriend she is," he murmured softly.

"Gue is also ogah," replied the fierce Guard. He cursed his folly that had often misunderstood Qameella and Qarmitha.

"Hisshhh!" his his hisses were not happy with turning the lazy eyeball. "It's definitely because of Elo, isn't it, La?" he said divert the conversation.

The Guard was still observing Qameella's reaction which looked flat and cold. No rebuttal or rebuttal slid from his lips. As if he were resigned. Oh, naw! He looked more like he was hiding, camouflaging into an innocent person.

"I'm sorry, I didn't comment" he said, coldly edging from his seat. His hands were ready to shake the pile of dirty dishes from the table.

"Sorry Om, and everything seems to be a misunderstanding here," the Guard's voice sounded clear and clearly interrupted.

Maryam who was standing in front of the dishwasher turned her head with a curious reaction. While Qameella who barely scaled the steps seemed indifferent to bring the dirty dishes to the plate should be. His steps continue to lead to a kitchen that has no partition with a dining room.

"Misunderstanding, what do you mean?" Gusti asked for an explanation.

"Bye..." The Guard wished for Qameella to soften after calling out to him. But his stance is too solid to be difficult to break down.

"Garda, it looks like you owe me an explanation," Gusti's haunted gaze made the Guard shudder in horror.

"Yes, Om," this time the Guards have really made up their minds.

"What?"

The guard stared at Qameella's back which seemed to be moving. The girl was busy washing dishes in the kitchen. He knew the girl was hiding her grief. And he was also convinced that Qameella would not allow him to tell the truth to anyone. But he could not stand being inhabited continuously by him. Moreover, it must end a relationship that can not be said to start. Because their relationship is only hanging status is unclear.

"Om, actually I'm not anyone's girlfriend," he replied firmly. "both Mitha, and Meella. We don't have a relationship."

Qameella stopped her activities. He was surprised by the man's confession. In her heart she was angry at her husband's words. But.he again remembered about him asking to break up with the Guard some time ago. So, it is natural that they do not acknowledge their relationship anymore.

"Listen, Well," said the cynical Qarmitha, cleaning the orange from the white fibers.

Qameella resumed her activities.

Maryam returned to her seat, joined at the dining table.

Gusti increasingly did not understand the direction of the conversation of these young people.

"You're not celebrating my daughters, are you?" look at Gusti with a sharp look.

The Guard smiled kindly full of confidence.

"Please, Om. I'm not that asshole" he said without any intention of defending himself.