Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#7

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The morning had already dawned when Qameella had just opened her eyes. Last night his sleep wasn't very good. And I don't know what time it's asleep? For now Qameella is being overwhelmed with grief, of course, by the loss of a loved one. This time the girl felt loved and fought for. Having previously always felt love clapping one hand. So, last night he kept thinking about the Guard with his memories. It was so emotionally draining, energy was also tears. It is not easy to forget, because of this painful sense of loss.

Qameella grimaced with the pain as she involuntarily wriggled her body. Huh, almost forgot if the wound is still wet, of course it still heals a long time. Even his feet were still wrapped in bandages. I don't know when he'll be able to walk normally again. Currently, I have to use a wheelchair to do my job. Also crutches when doing activities in the bedroom and enter the bathroom. Because when using a wheelchair is too inconvenient also eat a lot of places, considering the bedroom and bathroom is not too big. Then breathe tired.

After Gusti's breakfast, Maryam and Qarmitha went to the Garda's tomb to accompany Qameella. Under these circumstances they couldn't possibly let Qameella go alone. In addition, they also want to make a pilgrimage to the Garda tomb to pray the grave. Having not been able to come to the Garda cemetery at that time, busy taking care of Qameella in the hospital and ***** his whimper. It was lying in a coma.

Gusti and Maryam could not move anywhere waiting for Qameella to wake up from a coma. Even their restaurant was forced to be handed over to Qarmitha to be taken care of for a while. Whether or not the restaurant bookkeeping was handled by Qarmitha, Gusti did not care. Most importantly for the man to be able to monitor the development of his daughter. And his efforts as his only livelihood still run smoothly.

Gusti pushed the wheelchair that Qameella occupied. While Maryam and Qarmitha walked behind Gusti to the final resting place of the Guard.

Qameella's soul felt as though only half inhabited her body. The rest disappeared along with the disappearance of the Guard from the sight of his eyes. There was no sparkling passion in Qameella's eyes, showing that she was able to get through this difficult time. Only void was left in the corner of his silent heart.

"Meel," the voice sounded very familiar knocking on Qameella's eardrum. His bowed face lethargicly lifted to the source of the sound, along with the cessation of the occupied wheelchair. Because the people who were with him were also shocked to see the figure.

The guard? Ah, no way! Garda wouldn't call me by that nickname. Inner Qameella resuscitated herself.

His face looked straight at him, a guy who was almost 99% similar to the Guard.

No, he's not the Guard. 'Bi'! Yeah, he just called me that, 'Bi' not the other one.

Gusti, Maryam and Qarmitha were stunned to see the handsome boy.

"Hi!" yells slowly.

"Oh, hi!" suhut Qameella awkward.

Then Qameella began to realize that the members of her family who were sculpting, stunned to see the duplicate Guard looked shocked. He hurriedly explained that nothing was wrong. Heh!

"He's not the Guard, Ma, Dad, and elo, Tha must know who he is?"

Gusti, Maryam and Qarmitha tried to neutralize their shock. Of course they were surprised that Qarmitha was no exception when she was not the first time she met the guy.

"Ah, yes. Ma, Dad, he's Rega, the Guard's twin. Also once the same class as Lala," Qarmitha added stammeringly.

"Oh, it turns out that you are also twins," Gusti smiled kindly. Suddenly she remembers that Karina and Andika also have twin boys. Previously had met them several times while being an employee of Andika company.

Maryam simply nodded, without commenting anything.

No long talk at the moment. They all headed straight for the Garda's tomb.

Slowly but surely the wheelchair that Qameella occupied reached in front of the Garda tombstone. From far away there was a rumble that raged violently in his chest.

When the wheelchair is pointed right at the side of the red earthen mound. On it still looks colorful flowers scattered. Also a photo that was deliberately left behind, and placed in front of the tombstone board.

Pandega the State Guard

Bin

Andika Pratama State

Qameella's eyes were cold and empty after reading the name of the owner of the tombstone. His world stopped turning. Time seems to stop walking. Sudden tightness attacks, a pulse of pain around the chest makes Qameella difficult to regulate breathing.

He could no longer hold back his tears. As much as possible he covered that sense so that the people around him did not worry. But her tears were hard to compromise. The clear liquid just kept flooding in, pushing out from his eye pellets. To blur his view. Straight down and free-fall, as much as wailing.

Gusti patted Qameella's shoulder gently. It also strengthens the princess who is now fragile.

Qameella clutched tightly onto the armrest of her wheelchair. He tried to get up from his seat after lowering his unbanded leg. Apparently the girl wanted to go down to the ground, hugging the Guard headstone.

Gusti who realized Qameella's movements did not get in the way, instead helped her slowly and painstakingly. Because of the condition of Qameella's legs are still sick.

"Garda... Why is it like this?" todong Qameella roared silently above the navel.

"Why did you go live in me? Though you promised we would continue together." Qameella's hand gripped the ground with the flowers on top of the navel. Her cry was so heartbreaking. Her tears fell on the ground.

Everyone who witnessed the scene inevitably fell, and shed tears.

Rega crouched down on Qameella's side. His outstretched hand touched the shoulder of the girl who was shaking violently. Trying to channel the power to let go of a departure that is destined to go forever.

Away from where they were, there was secretly a man in a black suit with sunglasses perched on the trunk of his nose. Carefully observe their every move. Then contact someone by phone.

"Hello," he said after connecting.

"How's it?" the voice on the other end immediately asked a question.

"They are here, sir. It seems like they believe that the young master died, Sir," the answer was honest.

"good. Keep an eye on them" said the man he called the Master across the street.

"Master, sorry," the man's voice sounded doubtful and a little timid. Occasionally his blind covered in sunglasses watched.

"What's wrong?" ask from across there cold.

"Here I saw among them was a young man whose face resembled that of the young Master, Master," the person across there was stunned for a moment to hear the report from one of his men.

"He is my son's twin brother," as soon as he finished conveying the information, the Master immediately severed his phone connection unilaterally.

Somewhere else. One of the largest hospitals in the United States.

The one who had just cut off his phone connection unilaterally was Andika. The man is standing sideways in the ICU. He turned to the gurney beside him. There was a helpless young man.

On his body many medical devices are attached directly to the monitor screen on the side of the gurney. Do not miss the oxygen hose as a breathing aid, also perched in the nostrils of the patient.

He is Pandega National Guard, or often called the Guard. The handsome guy who was lying in a coma with his central face, at first glance looked lifeless.

In the accident the injuries suffered by the Guard were worse than Qameella. Especially on the head that has experienced bleeding. As a result, the man may have amnesia. But all of that has not been proven accurate, before the Guard was completely knocked out of his coma.

Andika smiled smugly having managed to deceive Qameella and her family. To deceive the world. How not? For the sake of separating the Guard and the snot girl, he was willing to spread false news about the death of his own son. Even his ex-wife, Karina, and his other son, Rega had no idea about the scenario he designed himself.

Unmitigated Andika also deliberately bought an empty tomb land to be used as a Garda grave. In addition, he also paid with a nominal that is not small. Bought the unidentified body from the hospital, where the Guard was first handled as a surrogate, in order for everyone to believe that there was a body buried inside the Guard's navel.

It is not difficult for Andika to launch the action. Engineered the death of his son. With the help of insiders. Especially with his status as a hospital owner. No one would dare to dispute his request. And as easy as turning the palm of the hand, everything went very smoothly.

Cunning and selfish! That is the true nature of Andika. For her own ego she was willing to sacrifice her son's future.

Andika smiled obliquely. In the heart cheering happily.

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