Twin Love Persons

Let Us Stay Together

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Hi, hi readers..have been waiting a long time...

Sorry yes.this time the author is too busy working in the real world. Understand more work that must be completed immediately author .

Happy reading is yes... 😉

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Sit together in a simple food stall on the side of the road, with a simple breakfast menu. Where Garda and Qameella deliberately stopped to fill their empty stomachs. But not necessarily as simple as spoken by oral. It precisely presents a very special taste in the heart. Of course not because of the place or menu of food that goes into the stomach. Especially if it is not the person who is accompanying us, namely loved ones are also beloved.

If only the situation and condition of the relationship between the Guard and Qameella were not as complicated as it is today. Their love story must be more beautiful than the beautiful thorny roses. Sweeter than sugar or honey. It is also more romantic than the stories in novels or soap operas that number thousands of episodes. What is the power of all that has been suratan destiny. No one can change it. Except with the permission of the Supreme Owner of Life. As an ordinary human pair of teenage brides it can only undergo according to His rules.

Having enjoyed her breakfast so much, Qameella unknowingly left the rest of her food in the corner of her natural red lips. To the attention of the Guard. The guy smiled to see it. Without a sense of awkwardness directly wiped the leftovers with his own hands. Qameella turned her head, disturbed by the touch of her husband. Then his gaze rubbed with the young man. For a moment both drowned and dissolved in silence.

The Guard locked his gaze on Qameella. Whether they realized it or not, now the distance between them was very close. Until both can feel the breath of each other.

As if not to waste the opportunity, the Guard further eroded the distance in order to be able to kiss Qameella. But everything is just a despair, because it must be extinct when...

"Uhuk! Um, um!" a sudden disturbing sound pierced the hearing senses of the Guard and Qameella. Huh! Who else if not the shop owner's mother. The woman suddenly came to bring warm water at Qameella's request. But who would have thought to have even seen the scene that made him awkward.

The pair of lovebirds turned to the source of the voice. It is very obvious if they are shocked and misbehaved. Like a thief caught red-handed.

Qameella hurriedly kept her face away from the Guard with a met face. Directly grabbing the glass that had just been placed on the table by the woman. And sipped it a little because the water given felt burning his tongue.

"Yes elah tong. neng. I'm rich in fish****** just a complaint," the woman said chattering. "Hemm.

Garda and Qameella spokeless heard the woman's words earlier.  But after the woman left, the two laughed softly. Laugh at their silly behavior.

"You are because of it, maen sosor-sosor aja," quipped Qameella as he chuckled amusedly.

"Hey, don't follow me," said the Guard with his face.

Fortunately, the shop was empty of visitors. So, there are other people who witnessed the scene they just did, except the mother who owns the shop.not to the extent that not too embarrassed to spread intimacy in public.

Garda rubbed his face rough. Then glanced at Qameella who was still giggling to herself while holding her glass of drinking water. It was very sad that the Guard saw that sight. Finally, without the ba-bi-bu she embraces Qameella's shoulder. Afterwards, it deliberately pulled and aimed at Qameella's face. Then kiss Qameella's lips briefly.

Sontak Qameella hissed resentfully showing her protest. Yet ignored the Guard with his innocent face. With his annoying look even smiled ignorantly.

Suddenly the Guard's phone rang long. The owner immediately snatched it. The name 'Keling' is shown on the screen of his phone. Before picking up the phone he asked Qameella for permission first, then stood up and walked away towards the outside.

"Yes, Ling, why?" ask the Guard quickly.

"Bro, seriously! They managed to track elo. Now they're hurtling to your place again" replied Ryan across the street sounding panicked.

The guard was shocked.

"Damn it!" he struck a bamboo pole nearby.

"Bro, how's your next plan going to be with Meella?" ryan wants to know.

"Gue has to get out of here. Before they managed to find me, maybe I try to bring Bini I cepet nyampe at my grandmother's house," replied the Guard without hesitation.

Ryan was silent at the end of there with the gang members who were putting their ears behind the cell phone. There was even something like a lizard sticking his cheek on the hand of Ryan who was holding a cellphone.

"Yes, Ling, thank you for helping me with my Bini. I promise I will not miss your good service as well as other friends. My greetings are the same as others. I'm sorry I haven't been able to bales the good services of all of you" the Guard said, ending the connection unilaterally.

The Guard immediately took out a piece of blue-colored money to pay for the food he had eaten with Qameella to the shop owner. Afterward, Qameella left the temporary stopover.

While the Guard is agitated. Trying to concentrate on driving while thinking hard to deal with Andika's men alone. Yes, he would face it alone since his gang members were not with him. And he couldn't possibly have Qameella fight with him either.

Motorcycles carried by the Guard had already driven far away from the city's borders. Suddenly from the rearview mirror Garda saw a black pajero car right behind him, as if following him. I don't know why the Guard's feeling suddenly felt bad. In the heart can only hope that nothing unwanted happens. But he could not ignore the existence of the car behind him that continued to follow.

“Bi, tight grip yes,” pinta Garda before increasing the speed of the motorcycle he was riding. Qameella simply nodded her head in obedience to her request.

However fast the motorcycle that Garda drives, the car can chase it also managed to precede, then cross the road in the middle of the road blocking the way. Sontak Garda stepped on and pulled the two brakes on his right hand and foot. Just as the Garda motorcycle stopped, people dressed and black rumbled from the car and lined up and fenced off a pair of lovebirds.

Garda and Qameella get off the motorcycle. I don't know who started the fight between the Guard and the – guy. But it didn't last long after someone came to stop them.

“Gar, are you papa?” qameella's attack was scattered in the Guard's arms. Her tears spilled instantly seeing her husband's handsome face look battered by the man's punch.

"I'm not papa, Bi. You don't worry, yes" said the Guard to calm the wife.

"No. You're bleeding, "the sergeant wiped the corner of Guard's broken lip. And this time the Guard could not cover up the pain, as the sound of hiss holding back the pain was clearly heard on the dimwit of Qameella.

"No, you're sick" Qameella looked concerned at the Guard's wounds. Although the wound is not much when compared with the injuries ever obtained when fighting with other gang members.

The men in black uniforms immediately lowered their heads in respect as another man stood in front of them. The man looked very dignified and respected. The Guard knows who the man is. He was Charles' right-hand man.

I don't know what else he'll do to the Guard and Qameella after the bad behavior of his men.

Without the ba-bi-bu Charles slapped his men who had been presumptuous to beat up their master's children. Spontaneous Qameella pinched in shock, hiding her face in Guard's chest. So did the Guard who was no less surprised to see the sight.

"Basic fool!" hardik Charles on all of them. He then approached the Guard. Salute the Guard and apologize.

"I'm sorry for them Young Master. They don't understand their real duty."

"Tasks?" The guard repeated asking for an explanation. "What task do you mean?"

"Sorry, Young Master. Actually we were commissioned by the Great Lord to bring the Young Master home safely," Charles replied honestly.

"Hump!" The guard smiled obliquely disdainfully. "bring me home safely? Heh, weirdo! The fact that they wanted to kill me after making me battered," he said, glancing at the group of men who were now quietly lowering their faces.

"Once again I apologize on behalf of them Young Master," Charles bowed half his body. Then straighten his body back up.

"Now my Young Master please come with us at the request of the Great Lord" he continued expectantly.

The Guard is not a child who is easily persuaded by mere words. She has now grown into a very mature teenager. Of course married. He had his own thoughts and commitment to Qameella.

"Sorry Om, I'm not a child anymore who is easily persuaded by simple words. Tell Papa, I don't want to go home," said Garda steady. Then grabbing Qameella's hand while tucking her fingers between her fingers. "because I'm going to live with my wife."

Qameella looked at the Guard who was also looking at her heartily. A smile rose on his lips.

"But Young Master..."

"Nothing but but. Speaking of which it was the same Papa," the Guard really did not want to comply with the request of Andika or anyone else. Then walk to the motorcycle he had left because he had to serve the fools. After starting the engine he drove away leaving them.

Qameella hugged the waist of the Possessive Guard with a happy smile.

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The story got here first yes. next time we continue...

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