Twin Love Persons

Do Not Separate Us (Part 2)

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The clock direction is already showing at 06:45 p.m.

Suddenly there was a huge commotion going on in the middle of the highway. Two grown men are in a heated argument. Of course, it disrupts the stability of traffic flow on the highway.

Either coincidentally or there is indeed sabotage from irresponsible persons. The most important thing right now is that the Guard should be able to use the opportunity in narrowness in plain sight.

The Guard deliberately told two executioners who always followed him like a shadow to go down. They were asked to handle the commotion on the grounds that it was not too late until the hotel ballroom.

Unsuspecting the two sturdy and large men got down from the car. Break up the commotion to get it over. And get out of the way. But who would have guessed if the two of them even involved until the jotos.

Again, the Guard asked one of the remaining executioners to intervene against them. Afterwards, the Guard quietly got down from the car when the remaining executioner was only one person. It also sits in the steering wheel. The man was busy noticing the conditions outside the front window of the car. Unknowingly ignoring the Guard sitting in the passenger seat behind him.

On that golden opportunity, the Guard secretly escaped. Shoveling just any biker who happens to pass by. With the lure of expensive payments he managed to persuade the owner of the vehicle to leave the place, in different directions.

When the three executioners came back into the car, they immediately stirred the fog like a beard fire person. Mutual beat until the jotos shootout they do inevitably. But they soon realized their ridiculous behavior.

Especially after getting a call from Andika, the boss who asked them to come immediately. Their contact quickly searched for traces of the young master's existence.

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Hooray.can get out of the house...

So roughly the picture of the joy of Qameella's heart, when it can be free from a house that deserves to be called a cage. After a long time languishing cooped up in a quiet can not get out of the house. Finally, Gusti allowed it. Amazingly again she was allowed to attend Rega's birthday party. None other than his twin brother the Guard. Does that man know this fact? Answer, I don't know. Qameella didn't mention that. The most important thing right now is that he can be free without Gusti's confinement.

I don't know what kind of sentence Tari said to Gusti, until the stubborn man agreed

Qameella went with him. Anyway Dance is a hero to Qameella. She was very grateful and thanks could not be separated from her lips for Dance, as an expression that was certainly not comparable to the efforts of Dance.

Now Qameella and Tari are on their way to Rega's birthday party on Tari's motorcycle. According to the statement on the invitation letter, the party was held at Rega's house. Because the party was made simple. Unlike Garda's birthday party which is held in a big way in a famous hotel ballroom.

"What the hell lo? Don't let him say thank you to me. It's as if my merit is as much as a war hero who fought ngusir aja invaders."

Qameella who was sitting in the back seat only chuckled lightly. Grateful for the happiness that still remains for him. Happy to have a friend who wants to care about his heartbreak.

Suddenly Qameella's wishful thinking glimpsed the incident before leaving for Rega's birthday party.

"Remember, you have to come back before nine o'clock in the evening" Gusti told the two girls before leaving on a motorbike.

"Well, Mr De' what the hell? We're just tired on the doang dong street... Time to go home before nine, now it's seven. Continues, the event starts at eight," said Tari trying to negotiate with the colossal man.

Qameella only became a live-stream drama audience between Tari and Gusti, her father.

"So, when are we going to Mr De's party'? Time just ran out so doang, abis tuh home. Fucking tired...." Dance placed the back of her right hand on the eel while showing her lebay style.

"Yes, no need to go anywhere, just at home. That's better" Gusti Saklek said.

"Pak De', the idea of being a parent is not too jumbled. Time to stay at home? We are chicks," always Tari is still trying to seduce so that it can be given longer time.

"Kasian Meella, Mr. De'. He's a rich kid to other kids," added Tari pinching Gusti's heart.

Qameella just kept quiet. Don't want to talk. Pessimistic taste that has ingrained makes it can only surrender. He knows enough himself not to ask for more. Otherwise, he knew very well of the consequences that would be received later.

It did not feel that Tari's motorbike had arrived in front of the gate of Rega's house which was tightly closed and towering.

"Elo's not the wrong address, is it, Tar?" tanya Qameella got down from the back seat while opening the helmet hook.

"I don't think so," Dancing dyed to see the atmosphere around. Also try to peek from the bars of the iron door that borders the yard of the house with the highway.

"But how lonely is it?"

"Maybe invited just a few times," said the original Dance, still paying attention to the scenery inside the gate.

"But, there are many cars in the parking lot," he continued, sounding slower to resemble the sound of hiss.

"What time?" Qameella followed looking in the same direction. "ohh."

Not long ago. A man in uniform opened the gate, shocking the two girls.

"What is this sweet bell doing in front of the gate?" todong the man.

"Ah, a-anu sir," Qameella stammered.

"Sorry sir, is this really Rega's house, isn't it? You see, we're invited to come to her birthday, sir," Sela Tari interrupted the conversation.

The man immediately confirmed, and then allowed to go inside. And explaining the people invited to Rega's birthday party isn't much. Only his closest friends.

Dance parked her motorcycle in the area that the man had pointed out. After that, go into the party room.

Dance who realized Qameella was no longer beside him, immediately turned to look for the whereabouts of his best friend. He gasped and nearly acted when he saw a man dressed in formal clothing holding Qameella's hand. But close when looking at the familiar face.

"Reg, elo..."

"Garda," Qameella instantly recognized. Then embrace each other.

The frowning dance created a deep frown on his forehead.

"Huh, Guard?" tweet repeated.

"Bi, we need to get out of here immediately" the Guard said in a panic. His forehead is full of sweat that pours through his temple.

"What, go?" tanya Qameella repeated as she brushed off her embrace.

"Yes, before the bodyguard - papa's bodyguard came to nangkep me," he replied quickly.

Qameella.

"Yes, you can't go there," Dance followed in a panic.

"Bi, let's go" the Guard asked Qameella to come with him.

"But..." Qameella seemed to hesitate.

Dance looks anxious with Qameella's wishful attitude. Though he had helped laboriously negotiate alot with Gusti earlier. So that Qameella can meet the Guard. Because he knew, Qameella really missed the rancid boy.

"Geez, Meel.elo can not hesitate so dong. Guard is in sight, yes already there elo follow him go. Elo's mother wants to be locked up again, continue elo can not meet him, elo just know the taste?" Dance commemorates.

Qameella tried to remember how much she suffered while away from the Guard. Every day withholds longing and tears.

"Come, Bi," cried the Guard jerking Qameella from her daydream.

"I don't know after today, whether we can meet again or not. What is clear is that if I catch them, then the possibility that we can be together is impossible" his face seemed to mutely say those words.

"Bi, plis. I don't want to separate anymore. You are my wife, so you are obliged to follow where I go, and always be there to accompany me."

Dari tries to provoke Qameella into going with the Guard. Until the doubt in Qameella's heart was dashed. He gave up his motorcycle for both of them.

Qameella hugged the body of the Guard tightly from behind. In order for his body not to bounce back as the Guard raised his speed. He unconsciously remembered the early days of their meeting. The meeting that made him go broke.

But he was very grateful to God, because from that event he was reunited with him. Although it started from a misunderstanding incident, finally realized there was a great love between them.

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The Metic motorcycle owned by Tari is not as fast as the Garda racing motorbike. But being able to escape his love is far from the reach of those who want to separate them.

"Where are we going?" ask Qameella when Garda finished filling up the gas at SPBU.

"We will go to a place where there is no more misahin us" he said, smiling softly.

"Let's ride!" he said after starting the engine. Qameella sat in the back seat.

"Strong grip," she asked as she pulled the two hands of Qameella alternately around her waist.

Qameella was happy to do it.

Afterwards, they went to the highway on a day that had gone by night. I don't know where they're going to anchor the vehicle. They will not want to be separated again.

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Songs by Deddy Dores and Mayang Sari

Don't separate, me and him

God please, I love him

Let us, stay together

Inside the joy and sorrow

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Hi readers. sorry author so late update. This episode got here first. For the next episode there may be a load of the powder. So ready the tissue from now on.

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