Twin Love Persons

KCK_2#2

Gusti, Maryam, Qarmitha and Tari family soon moved to the hospital where Qameella was at

outpatient. On the way to the hospital, they dissolve in their minds. No interaction is created in it. Only silence and frost dominate the present atmosphere.

Every now and then came the sound of Maryam's sobs breaking the silence. Nothing can match the heartache of a mother like Maryam. Wanting to protest with Gusti's rigid attitude at this time felt futile. Because all this time he only acted quietly when he saw Qameella received a lot of injustice from Gusti. As a wife, she just wants to obey and obey the orders of the husband. Just manut doesn't want to be the wife of the dissident.

But after seeing event after event until this accident happened. His heart was torn and shapeless. If only from the beginning he had dared to defend Qameella, maybe his daughter would not have to run away with the Guard. Maybe this accident didn't happen. Perhaps at this moment he could see Qameella's cheerful smile. Smile

long lost, no longer decorate the tiny lips of one of her twin daughters.

The smile that was once present when Qameella was a toddler. Very pretty and sweet at that time. But the smile slowly faded after Qameella returned from the village, after being cared for by Gusti's sister. The smile that gave a sigh of relief in Maryam's heart, changed the trauma that made Qameella always afraid of being abandoned. Quite a while Qameella tried to forget that feeling, though not a hundred percent was lost. Sometimes that feeling arises when his heart is in a rage.

Maryam had just seen Qameella's smile back when she saw him together with the Guard. The guy who so blatantly admitted to marrying Qameella. I don't know when no one knows.

Maryam, Qarmitha and Tari and her mother's parents quickly followed Gusti when he arrived at the hospital. The panicked and agitated faces were clearly visible on them.

They immediately entered the room where Qameella was in intensive care, having previously searched for information at the reception desk.

Maryam's cries finally broke as well. Looking at Qameella's weakly rolled body on the patient's bed. Wrapped in bandages on the head, hands and feet. An infusion hose and needle stuck in his left hand, as well as an oxygen hose attached to his nostrils. Worse, the girl is in a coma.

*

In Qameella's subconscious.

Qameella stood in the middle of a vast and lush expanse of grassland. As far as the eye could see there was not a single human here but him. A breeze blew against his gentle face. His long, ragged hair moved freely by the gusts of wind. Let him dance the ends of his hair without rhythm. Occasionally his hands moved to tidy up the mess in his hair. Then tucked behind his ear.

Where's Garda?

His mind was agitated when he realized he had not found his figure. He should not be alone in this foreign place. There should be a Guard with him. He remembered earlier with the Guard. The guy will take her to a place that will make them happy. Is this the place he promised?

Qameella walked through the long grassy grove until she almost reached her waist.

"Garda.." The pekiknya broke the silence. But there is no answer at all, signifying the existence of a living being other than himself. Only an echo reflected his cry to the end.

"Gard..."

"Gard..."

"Gard..."

Still no answer. Only emptiness and silence are created after.

"Where the hell is this guy? I really do leave me alone. Beware if you've met," his header held back emotions that have almost reached the crown.

His feet continued to move without getting tired. But after a long walk Qameella still could not find where the end of this place.

"Well.hmhh..." Qameella breathed a tired breath. "my feeling has gone a long way, but how come not yet nyampe-nyampe ya?" ask yourself a wonder. Turning his body saw the traces he had left behind. He estimated that it was already very far from where he was standing now.

"Bi.." suddenly his ghost heard the screams of the Guard's voice from a distance, calling him with his distinctive call. His voice sounded echoing until it produced a rebound repeatedly.

Qameella threw her gaze all over, looking for the source of the sound. But there's no one. Then he sped up his pace among the thickets of yellowish-green plants. Up to half run.

Almost desperate to find the figure he was looking for. Turning his head to the right and to the left, even turning his body looking back. Still no one was there other than her like a broken kite. Embedded by the wind.

Now his steps have led him to a garden filled with colorful flowers. The smell of flowers pierces his sense of smell. Some butterflies with colors that are no less beautiful, fly here and there. Facing the blooming flowers. What an amazing sight.

A smile on Qameella's lips. For a moment forget about the figure he had been looking for. After that he again heard the voice of the Guard calling out to him.

"Bi," this time sounded closer and very clear. Qameella turned her body. His gaze was rubbed with the Guard.

The black net of Qameella widened and then slowly turned soft and tender. His eyes heat up as clear water floods the fertilizer. His chest rippled to see Garda smile, scoring two dimples that made him look even more charming.

It is like meeting Adam and Eve in Jabal Rahmah. Qameella and Garda's meeting was dramatic. It was as if centuries had not met. And Qameella misses the Guard very much.

"Bi," call the gentle Guard.

Qameella rushed straight into the Guard's arms. Shedding her grievance on the chest of the husband's field.

"Why can I be alone in such a rich foreign place? I'm sprained on you, "his header hit Garda's shoulder softly. Not that the angry Guard even smiled happily.

"Sorry Bi, I don't want us to split up. I also don't want to be away from you. I want to be with you always. I want us to age together. Enjoy the beautiful and happy days with you" replied the gentle Guard.

Qameella loosened her embrace. His face looked at the Guard meaningfully. Then raised his right little finger.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise," he hooked his little finger on Qameella's little finger.

"Certainly yes?"

The guard nodded.

Qameella smiled complacently back hugging the Guard tightly.

"But..." The Guard hung his words, loosening his embrace. Then push slowly on Qameella's shoulders, creating a distance between them.

Qameella frowned confusedly.

"But for now I'm going first. We still can't be together" said the Guard softly but hinted at assertiveness.

"Lho, why? You said you didn't want us to be far apart. Always together, growing old together. But why did you say you were leaving now?" angry protests. Grabbing the Guard's ladder and grasping it tightly.

"Yes. But I have to go now" Guard brushed his hand from Qameella's grasp.

"Can't! You can't leave!" Qameella does not want to be denied. Tears fell immeasurably.

But the Guard did not want to heed his wishes. The guy goes away leaving himself. Before it completely disappeared the Guard turned around and waved at Qameella.

"Gard..." Shamelessly Qameella roared. Crying bitterly.

"Garda.. don't go.." cried Qameella hysterically.

*

Inside Qameella's inpatient room. Dance sat on the bedside chair Qameella lay helpless. His condition is still alive but seems lifeless because he is still in a coma. It's been a week, but there's no sign of Qameella.

"Meel.. wake up dong, elo do not sleep mulu. You have swollen eyes if you sleep a lot," said Tari as if talking to Qameella in a conscious state. The look in his eyes did not escape the pale face of the friend.

"Gue knows elo is strong. I also know a tough guy. That's why you're awake now. I miss elo. Even though Elo is not a person who is fun to make jokes. But elo the most delicious person in the confinement. I can also be a place to confide lo. Well.. although not as good as elo," Dance stopped for a moment to wipe her tears that fell unbearably.

"Meels... Meella.." Dance voice shakes holding back crying. "sorry I can't take good care of you. I know you will be angry if I talk rich gini same elo. Elo must have said, 'I am a baby boy who must be guarded. I've had a big time, after all there is a Guard who will take care of me forever," he showed like Qameella was talking. Then laugh with tears. As much as possible she held back her crying voice so as not to break and disturb Qameella's rest.

"Meel. And I could no longer afford to tell elo about the Guard. I also do not know how to talk to elo for his nypein. I'm afraid to see your reaction after I know everything."

Suddenly and slowly Qameella's fingers moved slowly.

Dance did not realize it. The girl was still crying. Also busy taking care of his tears and snot coming out simultaneously.

"Meel..." Dance wanted to continue with her hands still busy cleaning her tears with a tissue.

"Garda," Qameella's voice was soft and barely audible as it resembled a muttering sound. His eyes were still closed like a sleeping person.

Once, twice, Dance was still unaware. After the third time the girl began to be sensitive. There was another voice muttering.

"Garda.. don't go.." this time Qameella's voice sounded clearer.

Dance was shocked. Then smile happily.

"Meels... Meella, el-elo is conscious?" he stood up to Qameella. "yes, call the doctor," the girl went out to call the doctor.

Qameella finally woke up from her long sleep.