Twin Love Persons

Don't Leave Me

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🙏🙏🙏Sorry yes, this episode author to sweet n romantic first yes. Not according to the original plan that wanted to make the episode smell of onions. So the knife was cut first.

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Plaque!

Plaque!

Plaque!

Plaque!

Loud slaps were slapped Andika on the faces of four of his bodyguards, as punishment for those who had neglected to guard the Guard.

A wide variety of insults, insults ranging from obscenities to the names of animals one zoo out all from the mouths of their big bosses.

"Based on stupid body guards, shrimp brains all. Just keeping one person is not good. Just winning big body, little brain. It could be tricked by a snot boy like the Guard," hardened Andika on the four men who stood in line in front of her. With their faces bowed.

"Sorry sir," they said compactly.

Andika exhaled a heavy breath. Trying to suppress his emotions to stay under control.

"OKAY. Now I give you one last chance. If you fail again, be prepared for the punishment you will face later. It will be worse than this."

"Thank you, sir."

"Hngs. Now your job is to find the Guard until we meet. And I give you guys only until tomorrow. Understood?"

"Understand me, sir."

"Yes, do it now!"

"Good, sir." The four of them immediately left in front of Andika.

Andika grunts fretfully. Given the magnificent party that had been designed as perfectly as possible, it shattered instantly and left an enormous embarrassment in front of the invited guests. And the Fiola family.

In a different place, Fiola cried bitterly in the arms of his mother, Susanti. Since her engagement with the Guard ended in failure, the girl was very disappointed and embarrassed. It felt like he had no face in front of the friends he had invited.

Rusli deeply regrets having been persuaded by Andika's appeal to match Fiola with the Guard. Instead of establishing mutually beneficial cooperation, it was made furious and bore shame.

"Fuck, that Andika!" he spoke in a stifled and stressed voice. His fist hardened until his knuckles turned white.

"I'll make a calculation for you, and your son. For hurting my beloved son" he promised himself.

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"Where exactly are we going?" qameella asked uneasily, still on her way.

"We're going to my grandmother's house" the Guard said quickly.

"To your grandmother's house?" qameella's voice sounded dull.

"Yes. There we're gonna start a new life."

"But I..."

"You scared?" asked the Guard directly guessed the content of Qameella's mind that looked worried.

Qameella nodded softly behind the Guard's back.

Long and far enough they travel. However, they have not yet arrived at their destination. Because Grandma Guard's house is a long way from being out of town. Moreover, the location of his house in the far reaches of the village. They add further to their route.

It's getting late. It was impossible for the Guard to continue the new journey halfway. He did not have the heart to see the condition of Qameella who was trying to withstand his drowsiness. Then he decided to stop the journey to rest their tired bodies. Coincidentally on the way to find a simple inn.

It was fortunate that the inn did not have any strange requirements, nor did it ask for documents on the status of the Garda and Qameella's relationship like a marriage license. Even though they are married, they do not have a marriage book as the legality of their relationship in the eyes of state law and religious law.

After getting the keys to the Garda and Qameella's room into the room they had rented. Then the Guard locked it from the inside.

In the not-so-large room, there was only a medium-sized bed with bed linen and a pair of white pillows. Also a milk-brown blanket. Qameella and Garda sat side by side on the bed.

The two looked clumsy to each other. Their heart beats erratically. Until both can not cover the nervousness of each. They have known each other for a long time and are close to each other. But their behavior is like the first person to meet each other.

Hufth. Strange, why me? How rich can gini be? Thought the Guard felt silly on their own.

Qameella was still quietly occupied with her own thoughts.

"Bi, I'm sorry I was making you, so I want to come with me," said the Guard felt guilty.

Qameella turned her attention to the Guard by her side.

"So, I'm afraid that if you don't come with me this time, we won't be able to see you again like before."

Qameella's serious gaze was only on the Guard. He still faithfully listened to the Guard until he finished speaking.

"You must have heard about my engagement to Fiola?" Qameella nodded slowly confirming. A pendant of sadness was clearly emanating in his eyes.

"Bi," the Guard tilted his body while holding Qameella's shoulders, also doing the same to her in order to face each other.

"Click, trust me. That was all Papa's plan. Actually Bi, I'm not lying" Garda assured.

Qameella touched the back of the gentle Guard hand, smiling faintly.

"I believe in you, Garda," he said, but he did not make the Guard happy.

The guy grunted disappointedly.

"Why? You don't want me to believe?" Qameella asked back, thinking the Guard did not like the answer.

The Guard released his handrail on Qameella's shoulder.

"Not that," he replied lethargicly.

"Lho's? What is it then?" qameella asked again still did not understand the direction of the Guard's annoyance.

The Guard was silent for a moment, his hands tightly holding the edge of the bed he was sitting on. His head turned to Qameella still with an unsightly expression.

"What, hm?"

"Why do you call me Guard?"

"Did?!" this time it was Qameella who showed a strange expression as well as shock. "Don't be weird, Gar. Rich little boy, you know."

The Guard was really upset with Qameella. Because Qameella forgot her affectionate call. But the girl accidentally forgot the call she made herself to the Guard.

"It was not until a few days that I had forgotten," Garda sulked as he turned his face to the side.

"Ahhh.. I know!" he snapped a finger.

Sontak Garda smiled with excitement. Focused his attention on Qameella.

With a bright smile Qameella reached out her right hand. Moving his eyes gave the Guard the code to immediately reply to his hand.

The insensitive Guard certainly did not understand just staring at the bewildered hands and faces of Qameella in turn.

"What do you want?"

"Hiss. Nyebelin," hissed Qameella annoyed that he had not yet received a response, his hands were already sore and hanging in the air. As a result he forced the Guard to shake his hand.

"This is when you don't understand?" his grunts moved his hands and the right hand of the Guard up and down alternately and in rhythm.

"Well, this is true," he exclaimed only to be responded to an understatemently slanted smile by the Guard.

"Happy birthday.." he said excitedly. Guard cringing.

"You were angry because I haven't said happy birthday to you? Sori hasn't had a chance, but I don't forget..."

"Humph!" The Guard snorted in annoyance as he pulled his hand from Qameella's grasp. "it is still insensitive" his grunts.

Qameella did not understand why the Guard became this sensitive. Like the PMS chick, Labil!

But Qameella was inexhaustible to persuade the Guard. Then he asked the Guard to wait for him a while on the spot. While he left the inn room by himself without the Guard being able to prevent.

"Basin' a senseless chick! I just want to hear him call me use the name at that time. The time he forgot?" gerutu.

Garda stood up, opened the formal suit that had wrapped his body earlier. It turns out that they also wear these clothes. Especially in this room the air conditioning is not as cool as in his house. Then hang it on the hanger in the closet in the corner of the room.

Well, the name is also cheap lodging. Money can say it too??! The more money spent, the more fun we can have. Likewise vice versa, if money is issued soberly, yes accept ala perfungnya, really not anyway?

Ten minutes later, Qameella did not return to her room.

"Where the hell is he, he said for just a moment. How come you haven't returned yet? Why else would he?" suddenly the Guard was worried. Without a second thought he immediately caught up with Qameella out.

The guard tried to search every corner of the inn. He even asked at the reception in the lobby. Not much information is obtained. Just saying the girl he was looking for went out of the inn in a hurry.

Where the hell is he going? He said just for a moment, but not yet back. The Inner Guard is worried. He decided to follow Qameella out of the inn. I was afraid something might happen to Qameella. Especially now that they are on the run. Ah, don't-don't...

The guard ran through the lobby door to the inn gate in a panic. Outside the inn his gaze was combing all over. There were only street vendors filling the side of the highway.

The man looked frustrated unable to find the shadow of his wife everywhere. Only growling by himself while scratching his rough head that does not itch. "Akh!" pekik frustrated.

The Guard could not forgive himself, if anything happened to Qameella. Or someone who dared to disturb his wife, then he would not hesitate to kill her.

"What are you doing here?" The guard rounded his eyes hearing a very familiar voice behind his back.

He quickly turned his body, facing the person he had been looking for so he was almost desperate. Without the ba-bi-bu pulling the skinny body of the girl into his arms. Smacking the top of her girl's head quickly and tightening her embrace.

Qameella gasped and had no preparations when the Guard needed her possessive. He never expected to get the attention and warm treatment of the Guard like this. What was most surprising was that the Guard's concern for him seemed excessive.

"Where are you from, huh? Why did you go back so long? I was worried about you, you know? I'm afraid you're out there, "too the Guard with many questions at once. Qameella was confused where to answer.

"Yes, sorry," Qameella's great-grandson felt guilty.

The guard loosened his embrace. Lowering his gaze to look at the face of the girl in his arms.

"Ta-tadi, I bought this" he added, lifting the milk-white plastic he was carrying.

The guard turned his eyes to the plastic bag in Qameella's hands.

"What?"

Qameella just smiled wryly. Then invite the Guard to sit in the garden chair next to the inn where they are staying tonight.

Qameella carefully removed the contents from the plastic bag she was carrying. The Guard simply observed every move of Qameella's movements in silence.

"Well, this is. I bought this," he said after successfully removing his groceries.

"But I'm sorry, I can't buy you a tart, yes because I can't find bakery shops around here," he continued regretfully.

"I just saw a little shop selling donuts. So I bought this, "shows five large ring-shaped cakes with multi-flavored toppings. Stacked to form the Pyramid and placed on top of a sterophom plate. Do not miss the candles that are in the form of numbers one and eight on the top of the doughnut.

"If it's not a real birthday cake, you're calm. I bought a candle for you to blow. I hope this cake represents a birthday cake. And hope you're happy, don't bother rich..."

The guard smiled as he ruffled the top of Qameella's head. With a look he hugged Qameella's thin body.

"Thank you, thank you for bothering me with my birthday. Although simple, but it means a lot to me," he said.

"Either. I also want to thank you. Because you are present in my life. Even though our story is not as beautiful as the story in the novel or in the story of the film or soap opera. I remain happy and grateful that you have never left me alone" said Qameella, who almost shed tears. Next to his hand gently rubbed the Guard's back.

After a moment of being drowned in haru, the teenage couple let go of their respective hugs.

"Oiya, I lighted the candles yes," Qameella's permission immediately lit the candles without waiting for a reply from the Guard.

"Hopefully the numbers are not wrong, yes" he chanted because he did not know the age of the Guard.

The guard only smiled as he scrambled the top of Qameella's head. Exploring if it is wrong. But it's not really.

Qameella sang a birthday song for Garda.

The Guard continued to stare at Qameella's clear bead of eyes. A bright smile is displayed as a form of gratitude for the gift of God who has given a life partner for him. Even though it is too early to have married status. For him is a gift that cannot be denied.

In the heart of the Guard promised to himself, to make Qameella happy. Give your best for the future together. And a myriad of plans to stay together with Qameella without having to separate again. May God hear Him. He also recorded it in the book of the lives of him and Qameella.

"Eh, if I blow my candles, don't I say?" babble the Guard before blowing out the candles.

"Huh, ilang? Why why?" ask Qameella.

The Guard chuckled at Qameella's innocence.

"Bog is so rich. If the candle is blown." Qameella hit Garda's shoulder annoyed at being fooled. Because he had thought what the Guard said was the real thing that would happen.

"H, basic! What are you pigs for?"

"No, it's not!"

"Huh, bummer!"

The guard is still eroded.

"Yes, the candle has been blown," the Qameella pinta was spoiled.

"Yes, yes."

The guard blew out the candle. Then take over the sterophom plate that contains the doughnut pile in Qameella's hand. Put it on the chair on the back side. Afterwards, kiss Qameella's forehead gently.

"Thank you, Bi. I love you" he whispered as he hugged Qameella.

"Love you too."