Twin Love Persons

Always Wanted to See You

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Tonight Qameella's face looks brighter than it did days ago. The spark of joy was clearly visible in his eyes. The shadow of his moments together with the Guard was after school, dancing beautifully in his mind. Hm. It's too bad to just be forgotten. Moreover, the warm kiss of Garda's lips touched his lips. Geeh! Unknowingly the corners of Qameella's lips curved into a thin smile.

Qameella actually wanted to try to look ordinary. But the hue was out of his control. Until it can't be hidden. Nor did it escape Gusti's attention.

"Why are you, La? Is it rich in itself?" reprimand Gusti with a full glance.

Qameella immediately changed her facial expression. Staring at Gusti at a glance then lowered his gaze. Just shook his head then focused himself on his plate that had been filled with a little rice and side dishes.

"Huh, that's weird," Gusti sizzled.

Maryam stared concernedly at Qameella. Then smile a bitter smile.

"Leave it, Dad... Lala was like that. Than all day long manyun continues. Pity will soon grow old, hahaha.." between Maryam consoling ended with a crisp laughter ignored by all members of her family.

"Add the side dish, La?" bargain Maryam on Qameella, divert the conversation. But only responded with silence and headbands.

Qarmitha looked at Qameella with an unreadable gaze while chewing the food that entered her mouth. His mind and heart were filled with questions considering the incident when he came home from school. He was just shocked and did not expect his twin sister, could-be a hug with another guy besides the Guard.

Though the Guard had desperately proven his feelings for Qameella. Qarmitha could feel the sincerity of Guard's love. Even then it was just a misunderstanding. But the Guard's love is very real.

Maybe Qameella can move on? The hell time is that fast? Qarmitha thought seriously.

The atmosphere at the dinner table this time was unusual. Stranger and cold. Indeed, since the meeting between the Qameella family and the Guard family occurred. Then it leads to quarrels and disputes. Qameella and Gusti's relationship isn't as warm as it used to be. Although the father-son relationship is not very familiar, there is at least a better interaction than now.

Qameella got up from her chair.

Gusti, Maryam and Qarmitha immediately focused their attention on Qameella.

"Where are you going?" ask Gusti coldly.

"To the room," said Qameella no less cold. Then he left without saying anything more.

Gusti snorted heavily while putting the rough spoon and fork from his hand on the plate. Back to the back of the chair.

Maryam touched the back of Gusti's hand. As if she was giving reinforcement to her husband.

Qarmitha chose not to care about the circumstances around. Maybe it's better to be stupid to face a family drama like telenovela.

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Garda and Rega have changed positions as before. In accordance with their initial agreement. Now the two twins are in their rooms. Perform the usual rituals they perform every day at home.

But the fate of the Guard was not as lucky as Rega. Like a bird living in the wild. Until it can fly freely and perch on any branch it wants.

The Guard is like a bird trapped in a golden cage. It only offers luxury without freedom. But it is not the Guard whose name is just sitting still while holding hands.

With his genius brain like Mac Gyver (for the 80s-90s know the characters of the television series from the United States) Garda contacted his men with special tools of his own work. Just press one button, the signal sent directly connected to the cell phones of all his men.

After that, Garda wore a shirt without buttons, wrapped plain white short-sleeved shirts that he had used first. Before he actually left, he grabbed his leather jacket. Then he left his room.

Eeh, do you think the Guard will come out through the door of his room? Then face the executioners who stand guard outside the door for 24 hours alternately? Of course the answer is NO!

The Guard had a secret door that could pass through to the back door of his house. Then he can get out of the back gate. To reach the highway, he had to walk down the path, and through the darkness of the night in the middle of the garden planted with various kinds of large and small trees belonging to Andika.

Ryan and the rest of the gang were already waiting on their respective iron horses, on the side of the road near the guardrail, the garden through which the Guard passed.

Anxiety and worry were clearly visible on their sangar faces. Waiting for the arrival of the leader who has not yet shown the trunk of his nose.

"Where's Ling? Still no sign?" tanya Tikeng was agitated.

"Yet. We'll wait another five minutes. If it's still not nongol as well, we go straight down to the terrain" said Ryan steady.

They agree with Ryan's decision. Waiting for the next five minutes.

But already five minutes had passed, still showing no signs of the appearance of the Guard. They also started to get nervous. Some even took the initiative to get off the motorbike to break into a very dark garden.

Seeing someone start to move. The others did not remain silent. Move without waiting for instructions. Without anyone to ban, one of them immediately took the start first.

They had not been able to climb and enter through the garden guardrail. Suddenly the Guard emerged from the direction out of nowhere it came from. The appearance of their gang leader is like Jelangkung only.

"Woy! What's elo-elo doing?" the reprimand succeeded in withdrawing their attention while stopping their desperate actions as well.

Suddenly they scatter hugging the Guard alternately, having previously done their style tos.

"Well, where'd you go, bro?" Rombeng immediately asked to find out. "cock can the rhino appear here?"

"There is a secret path. The path that only I know" he said lightly.

They just nodded in allowing.

"Yes, let's get out of here. Before anyone realizes I ran away from home," cried Garda reminded. Then he receives the helmet Ryan thrust at him. After that sit in the back seat of the motorcycle guy who is more often called the Rivet.

They also move quickly. Ride back the iron horses each. Turning on the engine of each motorcycle. Then go to split the highway that never deserted from the traffic of vehicles, to the basecamp of their pride.

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Qameella laid her body on her bed. After he finished studying, it was just flipping through his textbooks. They cannot focus on learning. Then put the book on schedule tomorrow into his school bag.

The shadow was still dancing in his memory. It is hard to forget because it is a shame to be thrown away. A wide smile that continuously rose, had proven his feelings at this time very happy.

A few minutes later. Suddenly there was a knock from outside the Qarmitha window.

I don't know who that prankster is. This made the owner of the room grumpy. He wanted to punch the guy straight away.

Without the ba-bi-bu Qarmitha opened the rough window of her room. And.. when it was opened, its pair of eyes instantly widened in surprise.

"Elo?" he said with a questioning tone. Hurriedly closed his own mouth after realizing his voice was quite tight. Her net turned out, right left alternately looking at the surroundings.

"Mitha?" The guard frowned. Inwardly asked, why is there Mitha. This is Meella's room. Because at first he drove his wife home through the window of this room. But why now...

"Gapain elo came here?" qarmitha rebukes in a soft voice. But ripped him off the reverie.

"Elo himself what's in my bini room?" instead of answering the Guard, he asked.

Qarmitha clucked bitterly while rolling her eyes lazily.

"This is my room kali.." said ogah-ogahan.

"But at that time, I never let him go home. Go on, climb this window," said the Guard.

"Yes. That's me telling you to go through here. But this room still has me" Qarmitha explained clearly. Of course, the Guard understood immediately.

"Yes, now you can't help me. Uh, exactly help us. As you know, we both can't meet. So now I.." haven't had time for the Guard to finish his words, Qarmitha has interrupted him.

"Yes, yes I know. Yes, you entered here yourself. Can you?"

Garda nodded.

"Elo wait here" Qarmitha turned around. But canceled for a moment to give a message to his sister-in-law. "kalo lo already entered, remember closed again the window so that the mosquitoes are not on the entrance as well."

"okay."

Qarmitha immediately left her room.

The guard directly climbed up the window of his sister-in-law's room. Closing the shutters according to the order of the owner of the room. Afterwards sitting on the bedside of the girl who was more familiarly called Mitha. His eyes went around observing the room nuanced blue sea. Observe photos and posters attached to the walls of the room.

Brak!

The srekk!

The guard immediately turned to the source of the voice. His pair of brown neutrals were looking for something that made a sound. He stood up when he saw Mitha coming out of the crack of the wall of his room that resembled a door.

"Well, you can go through that," without further ado Mitha pointed to where she came out earlier.

The guard could only obey the orders of Mitha, the owner of the territory. Who would have thought it was access in and out. Or rather a shortcut to the next room occupied by Meella.

A bright smile rose on both Qameella and Garda's lips.

"Bye..."

"My hubby..." Qameella splashed in the Guard's arms.

Tonight feels so beautiful. But not as beautiful as reality. They both have to be guerrilla just want to meet let go of longing. That didn't last long either. No more than ten to fifteen minutes. If not, they will suffer again in the face of separation.

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