Twin Love Persons

It's Me (Part 2)

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Secretly Ryan continued to pay attention to the Guard who was somehow so different. But he didn't know where the difference was. Just feeling awkward and seeming weird.

Suddenly Ryan realized that today the Guard looks neater than usual. Clothes put in pants. Hair is thin and neatly combed. And one more thing, he looks more focused on learning. Make notes when the teacher gives an explanation. Quickly complete the task given by the teacher. Of course it is not the style of the Garda.

Over the years Ryan has been friends with the Guard, as well as classmates, sometimes as my countryman. Ryan had never seen such a Guard style. He memorized the habits of the Guard who did not like to be neat. Fortunately the guy is handsome, so it still looks attractive in the eyes of the girls.

For IQ, don't ask. Although Garda is lazy to learn, also sometimes likes to sleep in class. He was among the high IQs. Hence, the Guards' test scores never dropped. But, for the final school exam yesterday the Guard was really serious about studying. Of course the encouragement from Qameella. The only girl who can turn the heart of the Guard to a somersault.

Maybe because it was too pressed by his bokap times so the Bro Garda's brain so slab so. Ryan dismissed his suspicions.

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POV Guard

Garda smiled happily as the car that had driven him to school disappeared from his sight. He was very grateful for his maiden disguise for a while to be fairly successful. No one is suspicious. Including Karina, her birth mother.

Ah, a pair of brown Netra Garda caught the figure of the girl he missed so much. Wanting to hug the body tightly which always gives off the aroma of longing in his heart. Yet the common sense of the Guard forbids to act.

"Inget Garda, here elo not be yourself. But elo has to play Rega" he said half-whispering warning himself not to lose control.

As a result, he could only freeze to see Qameella pass him by. In the heart of the Guard was very sad. Especially when the girl just passed by with a blank look straight ahead. As if not seeing his whereabouts, Qameella did not turn her head in the slightest towards where she stood.

You really don't see me, Bi? Her mind asked.

With a view not separated from Qameella's skinny back. The guard walked behind him. But he kept his distance so as not to be too flashy.

The break hour has arrived. The guard immediately left his class. Oh no, rather Rega's class because they were exchanging positions.

The Guard is completely saturated with the students of the inhabitants of the class XII-I IPA. Also with the class in that class. It was fortunate that the genius disciple-type Guard could quickly blend in with them. The disciples who were no less geniuses with him. And there is the most Guard does not like to linger in the classroom, which is a very serious and monotonous atmosphere. Plus their flat faces. Anjir..., make dead fleas!

Time and again the Guard condemned his silly idea of having Rega swap places with him. But it didn't last long. He was even grateful that Rega would agree to this crazy idea. As a result his main goal came to this school to find out the latest news and meet his little wife was granted.

Do not think Rega is easily persuaded and just want to, sincerely accept the crazy request of the Guard. Oh no! There is an alot process that vows for the extra-brain Guard to seduce his twin brother, who is eleven-twelve with flat-face students in Rega's class. There were also some conditions that had to be done as long as they exchanged positions.

Acting to be someone else is not easy. The same is felt by the Guard today. Change the appearance as closely as possible. Even though the face and body shape are similar because they are identical twins. But the Guard could not do anything. So that requires it to perform optimally so that no one is suspicious of him who is not Rega.

Garda is on his way to the library with Danu, Rega's classmate. They deliberately went to that boring place to look for the task material that they had to complete immediately.

He plays the role of Rega. Also a team with a boy who seemed to be eleven twelve with Rega, then inevitably the Guard came with Danu.

It seems Rega doesn't have many friends. The proof, of the many students in the class XII-I IPA, Rega is only familiar with this one boy only. Thought Guard.

Alluding to the matter of the Guard's sudden friend being confused with those there. They were always there for him. In fact, they look more like shadows, than ordinary friends because wherever the Guard goes always follow them, exactly to the left.

Hadehhh, I suddenly miss them. How are they doing now? I think they realize not yes, if the one with them is not me, but Rega. The Inner Guard was full of questions. Because, this plan is pure only Guard and Rega know. He deliberately did not tell anyone, for the sake of smooth efforts to meet his idol, Qameella.

Speaking of Qameella, the Guard just remembered his mission. Meet Qameella without having to dismantle her disguise. As much as possible as a cool Rega. Despite the fact that the nature of the Guard is the opposite of the nature of Rega.

Rega aka Garda finally arrived at the library room. The room that was actually the most reluctant to visit the thin-haired guy. Because the room is rich in knowledge, is the most boring room in the world. There are usually many rules when you are in the room.

It was forbidden to make noise, to eat and drink in the library, and other rules that the Guard memorized one by one. But whatever the power, all of this was part of his long struggle to treat his longing for Qameella. So what is it! The school library isn't as scary as the morgue, is it? So, who's afraid?!

The guard exhaled heavily before setting foot inside the room. Neutranya around observing the circumstances around.

The atmosphere in the room was filled with shelves and books of various titles, including, it seems not too crowded by students who read books by occupying tables and chairs placed in the corners of the room. Or just borrow a book.

Qameella tiptoed in front of the bookshelf with her hands outstretched upwards. Trying hard to get to the book he was referring to. But his presence is higher than his height. Until his efforts felt in vain.

In her desperation Qameella was suddenly startled by the appearance of a hand that also extended upwards from behind her body. Then he grabbed the book he wanted to get.

Qameella froze for a moment. Then turn his body slowly to see who it was. His memory recollections revolved around the same event almost a year ago.

It was exactly the same as what happened back then. And the one who helps is the same person. Rega.

But when their pair of neutrals both fluttered, for some reason the turbulent murmur in Qameella's two chest cavities felt different. Different from that time. What's the matter?

Ah, maybe because I miss the same Guard again, so I feel Rega became Guard. They are identical twins.. Thought Qameella brushed aside her asia.

The Guard shoved the book in his hand at Qameella. With a warm smile full of hope. Hope to recognize it in any form of identity. But everything ran aground as Qameella grabbed the book with a smile, expressing her gratitude.

"Thank you, Ga," the remark succeeded in making the Guard happy and heartbroken. Because he is not seen as himself the eyes of his little wife. The girl did not recognize him. His eyes were sad too.

Qameella turned around about to waltz away leaving the Guard in her place. Whether intentionally or unintentionally Qameella gasped when the fingertips of the guy she thought Rega was touching the back of her other hand.

Qameella froze in place. Stiffened towards Rega. His eyes were confused and full of questions. But his tongue felt faint as Rega said his words of regret,

"Sorry," he said. Qameella just nodded stiffly. After leaving without a word.

That face, the face she missed so much. A face that looks dim without light. How much the Guard wanted to pet him. Removing the longing that shimmers in the look of his eyes. The distinctive aroma of his body that is outgoing and absorbing enters the sense of smell. It almost dispelled his common sense to hug the girl's thin body.

It seemed like this parting had really tormented Qameella's inner self. The Guard is not much different either. But, after seeing the girl's body seemed to grow thinner. And the tapered cheek it was clear that all this time he had lost ***** his meal.

The guard leaned his back on the bookshelf behind him slowly. Her right hand restores her neat hair. Then a frustrated sigh.

The bell ringing at school was ringing. All the students left their seats and classes.

As usual Qameella always comes out last. With a shaky step he stepped through the deserted school corridor. Qarmitha has been out of class since. Now he was waiting for her in front of the school gate while waiting for an invitation.

Grab

Suddenly someone pulled Qameella's hand violently. Suddenly the girl panicked, thrashed and shouted for help. But the two-story building was empty and empty. No more activity. Until no one can help him.

Qameella complained in pain as the man pushed and cornered her, until her back touched the wall.

"Sst! Bi, it's me," the man placed one of his right index fingers on Qameella's ruum lips in a soft half-whispering voice. While his left hand gripped Qameella's right shoulder, while aligning his height.

Kontan Qameella was silent at the call. A call of affection that only he called her that way. A pair of Qameella's eyes were patterned, staring straight at the handsome boy in front of her. In a very close distance, Qameella could clearly see the face of the person who was also looking at her closely.

But his heart hesitated while reading the signboard written on the right chest of the man in front of him. Also his appearance is slimy, very contrary to his personality. For a moment the pair of young minds dissolved in silence and their respective minds.

Maybe it's...

"Bi," Garda looked down at the girl who was standing in front of his nose. His eyes were flushed with no power to restrain emotions. Emotions to vent his longing.

Qameella realized that the guy was really the Guard. Spontaneous she squandered in the arms of the man who had officially become her husband.

The Guards responded to Qameella's embrace more tightly, as if they did not want to let go forever. His right hand moved to caress the top of his wife's head. Also showered him with a lot of pecking there.

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Sorry for reading this update first. It also spent up to three days because the author was too busy taking care of work in two worlds. Thanks...