Twin Love Persons

Who the hell is He?

Qameella had just finished her bath and changed into clothes. After a long time to lay his body, straighten his spine to be more relaxed. He admitted that last night was a very stressful experience. At the same time provide the sensation of adventure in the real world ala-ala action film.

Where the beating of the heart that raced very quickly exceeded the speed of the footsteps of horses. The roar of breath that hunts and stings. And footsteps that seemed forced faster than the footsteps of the thief were being pursued by police. Being the one raging inside Qameella.

I don't know what kind of fate the Khalik had planned for him. No one knows. The jet-black long haired beautiful girl could only run her beautiful scenario.

His stomach was already hungry, demanding to be filled. Since Mama has not returned home from the grandmother's house, automatically there is no food available on the dining table.

Hafta... Qameella let out a long breath. Nothing can be relied upon but himself. The only one who wants to cook is him other than Mama. Qarmitha where to. Boro-boro cook, washing dirty dishes leftovers alone is rare. Unless he wants to be the most diligent man in the world. If not, then guess what. Eat, sleep, wander, and have fun with his gangmates. Mom or spend time training at the basketball club.

Clik. The magic com timer had dropped down, and changed its color which was originally red to yellow. The rice that was cooked. Fried chicken, onion sambal, and vegetables clear mustard caisim has been presented beautifully on the dining table. Qameella is good at cooking even though it is only a home menu like that.

Meal time....

Qameella filled her plate with everything on the table. Before eating, he did not forget to read the prayer.

Not long ago there was a sound of a motorcycle engine roar in front of his house. A second later Qarmitha's voice bade farewell to a girl friend. Yasmin apparently drove her sister home.

Qameella did not heed the presence of her identical twin sister. He busied himself eating his work voraciously.

"Well, there is good food." added Qarmitha immediately reached out to siphon a piece of chicken meat that is appetizing.

Qameella quickly slapped Qarmitha on the back of her hand.

"Wash your hands first. Just came home a lot of viruses that you can bring from the outside." it was cold.

Humphs... Qarmitha snorted in annoyance. He turned his lips a few inches forward.

"Yes, big lady." ketus Qarmitha went straight to the sink to wash her hands. After that he returned while carrying an empty plate for his use of eating.

Without hesitation Qarmitha scooped up everything on the table. And then mercilessly devour it. Before returning home, she filled her stomach in the restaurant with her three best friends, Yasmin, Amel, and Sarah.

"Read the prayer first for eating." grumbled Qameella with the face of her plate.

"Hehehe.. forgot." said Qarmitha with a cry, along with Qameella who made a mock lip gesture following Qarmitha's speech.

"Huh! Habit!" decak Qameella cynical.

"Well, the name is forgotten too. Forgetting not to remember." refuted Qarmitha in self-defense. Then feed the food into his mouth rough, until there was a clash between the spoon and his teeth.

Finished eating Qameella immediately washed the dirty dishes used by her to eat and Qarmitha. The girl ran away to her room. He was already used to facing his lazy twin sister. He also never wanted to take a headache let alone hurt with Mitha's attitude.

Even though his attitude like Mitha is a good child and very sensitive to him. Whenever she was in trouble, Mitha was the first to know about herself and her thoughts. Perhaps due to being born twins, Mitha and Meella seem to have an inner bond, like a telepathic relationship that only they understand.

"Where else are you going?" look at Qameella looking at Qarmitha who has changed clothes. He looked neat ready to leave.

"Gue wants to go to the basketball club to practice. Next week, my team will be in the tournament." Qarmitha immediately pulled out the door while carrying a tote bag containing his basketball equipment.

Qameella just grunted softly staring at the departure of her sister. Now he lives alone in the house. Then he decided to go back to his room.

*

Garda and Ryan are already in the car. Both are planning to go to Basecamp.

"Keling, help me investigate the girl earlier." said the Guard as if they did not want to be denied.

"But bro, where am I going? Just know no. Until his name is also I don't know." said Ryan honestly.

"You know what I told you to do to investigate him. Immediately I satronin his house right now" said Garda furious.

"Remember! Last night's problem I haven't made the same calculation yet." said Garda make fur I sat Ryan stand.

Huhai! Usually my dream is grandiose, whispered Ryan's heart that was never revealed.

"Why? Elo not sincere I mintain please?" look at the Guard as if reading Ryan's mind.

Suddenly the densely packed guy shook his head. He tried to deny what the Guard alleged.

"Where am I brave."

"OKAY. I'll wait until noon tomorrow there's a result."

"Ready bro!" replied Ryan straight. In her heart she screamed for help.

"Within I go home alone." Pinta Garda supported his head with his hands leaning against the window of the car.

"Well, don't you go to basecamp?"

"Make today I want to go home. To the basecamp tomorrow."

"okay."

The Guard recalled Qameella. A magical girl who is able to shake his heart and mind. Until this moment he did not understand, why he could care about the foreign girl. Even when the citizens who wanted him to marry the girl, accused of perverting at the patrol post.

But the truth is not like that. Garda and Qameella only hitchhiked a short break after tired of running and had been involved in a fistfight. But hope does not always correspond to reality. After covering Qameella with her jacket. Suddenly his drowsiness attacked and could not be bargained. He quickly fell asleep next to the girl.

But somehow upon awakening, the Guard's head was already on Qameella's lap. Maybe the girl's thighs were cramped and numb all night being made a pillow by her.

With capitalize on his favorite white gold necklace that prices are quite fantastic. Price means nothing to him. On the pendant is beautifully engraved his name.

It did not feel Ryan's car had arrived in front of the gate of the tall towering Guard house. The three-story mansion looks like a palace. A house that has more domestic assistants than its host. Ryan often goes in and even stays there.

"Yes already. I'm just down here. Thanks a lot." The guard immediately went down from the car seat. "remember my order earlier." he said before actually moving away.

"Yes yes, big boss." said Ryan trying to be patient. After that the car he was driving moved away.

Seeing her master move near the gate. In a hurry, one of the men in a safari uniform opened the door. His head bowed respectfully.

"Den.." he said.

The guard replied just by muttering. Then walk towards the house.

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