Twin Love Persons

KCK_D2#9

Hi readers... How was the story of the last episode, exciting no? So you're all entertained...

Readers.. Starting this episode of the story 'Kesengsem Cinta Kembar season 2', the characters have grown up with a new storyline and conflict as well.

Before going to the next story, cus, first look at the latest Qameella and Qarmitha visuals on this latest episode.

Let's hallucinate check ️

Qameella has transformed into a more mature and serious girl in working at one of the companies. He is now 24 years old.

Qarmitha, the beautiful sports teacher, is smart in her field. In school, the girl is most liked by almost all teachers, especially male teachers. Also, teachers are the most favorite and most liked by the students. Especially male students. Not a few people hate him. Who else if not a female student. Because they feel rivaled by the beauty of the teacher.

Happy reading...

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Priiiitt!

The sound of a long shrill whistle rang out so blaringly, almost simultaneously with the sound of the ringing of a resting bell. There were various expressions when a small object was clamped between the lips of Qarmitha, shown by his students from class IX B. Some showed happy and joyful expressions as the grueling class of sports lessons had ended. Also sad reactions and grunts are disappointed because they have to end their togetherness with the teacher, as well as their prima donna.

Since the presence of Qarmitha at the school, not a few people who are enthusiastic and enthusiastic about taking sports lessons. Even the male teachers were not less interested. I hope it attracts his attention. But none of them were able to melt the heart of the beautiful sports teacher.

Not intended to be a proud and arrogant person with the beauty they have. Qarmitha is deliberately not open opportunities for anyone. In order not to happen a mass heartbreak, due in PHP'in by him. Because the heart and love of Qarmitha already has.

After teaching at school, Qarmitha met his three best friends at one of the downtown restaurants. Since college and work they rarely met because of their respective activities.

"Where is Amel?" reprimand Qarmitha when they arrive at their meeting place. At that time only Amel had not shown the trunk of his nose.

"Well, take care of the child first, at best" said Sarah speculated. "or maybe again persuaded the Tikeng times. I'm afraid she's rarely gotten out of it with her husband."

"What a rich Tikeng?" yasmin asked in disbelief.

"Hm!" murmured Sarah while raising her shoulders. "maybe again pregnant young times," he added still speculating.

"Ah, nag lo, Sar," Qarmitha did not believe.

"And I said maybe" argued Sarah defended herself. "more specifically we ask aja equally," he cetusnya directly beranggibuki Qarmitha and Yasmin.

Before long the person who was waiting finally came with all his tributes. The young man seemed to hold two children at once on the right and left of his hands. And behind her was a man who was none other than her husband. Walking around while putting both of his hands in his pants pocket. On his shoulder was draped handbag of course belongs to the wife, Amel.

"Hey gaes, sori yes I came late. Understandably I bring the troops so be a kempong deh," said Amel regretted.

"Yes, yes, forgive me," Qarmitha immediately replied, standing up giving Amel chips. Then followed by Yasmin and Sarah alternately.

"Hey Mas Bro, how are you?" qarmitha greeting friendly while showing his fist, then greeted by people who swept until both fists they fought each other slowly

A handshake of friendship.

"Well," replied Tikeng briefly. He did the same with Sarah and Yasmin.

Qarmitha invited the four newly arrived men to sit down. Yasmin and Sarah are back in place.

Amel sat on the right side of Qarmitha. Tikeng had to drag three chairs first for himself and for his two young children, at the next table because the table occupied by the girls and the young mother only contained four people. In addition, Tikeng also wants to give freedom to the wife to reunite for a moment. Because after their meeting ended, Amel will return with his nature as a wife and mother of two children with him.

Long time they chat ngalor ngidul discuss their memories during school first. Occasionally, they heard the sound of laughter, interrupted by their activities to enjoy the food menu that has been ordered beforehand.

"Where is Tha, the same continuation of your relationship with the doi? Denger-denger elo both are seriously going to the marriage stage," Sarah reprimanded.

Qarmitha nodded her head in response.

"He's lamar elo?" now Yasmin who spoke, impressed very kepo.

"not yet. But I know him as well as my boy. I've also known the same extended family," explained Qarmitha honestly. There was a happy twinkle emanating in his eyes.

"He said, one or two months later he's the same his parents came to the house to treat me that way," he continued blushing.

"Thank God," said Amel relieved. "we-we go along with his horror," Yasmin and Sarah nodded in agreement.

But there was a cloud of cloudiness struggling in the shadow of Qarmitha's shady eyes. Then a tired sigh as Sarah suddenly mentioned about Qameella.

"Keep, how's Meella? Do you have a replacement for the Guard position? The Guard has long since left."

"Well, that's it. Until this moment he still hasn't moved on from his past," replied Qarmitha sadly.

"What time, Tha? The Meella to the extent can not escape the Guard? This problem has been many years," this time Tikeng who took the vote.

Qarmitha raised her shoulders while grunting heavily. Then tell about the habits of Qameella who often came to the Garda tomb at the beginning of the death of the Guard. When at home he always stayed in the room. Spent hours staring at the window hugging a photo of the Guard. It was not uncommon to speak on Guard photos, as if talking to a living person.

At night, Qameella reads Yasin's letter, offering prayers for the Guard. Then put a picture of Garda on the mattress, as if to be his bedmate. And it continues to this day. The difference now is rather rare come on pilgrimage because of his busy work in the office.

Both of her parents had many times betrothed her to the child of their friend, so that Qameella could forget the Guard and live a normal life. But always rejected, instead make Qameella go away from home. Choosing to live in a rented house is not far from where he works.

"Catian very yes, hopefully God still love stock mate for the Meella, so that she is not alone until old age," Amel felt concerned.

They all snorted tired. Except two boys with Tikeng. The two plain brats did not understand anything, were busy with the toys he was carrying. Sometimes they hear their voices. And the noise of asking to be fed makes Tikeng a little hassle, if the boys ask simultaneously and no one wants to budge.

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At the company where Qameella works.

Qameella appears to be drowning with a job at her desk. Every now and then a pair of eyes framed with glasses minus, looking at the computer screen to match the data before him. His serious face with a cold expression seemed to not blink in the slightest.

That is Qameella now, who is more fun and always immersed in work. Compared to hanging out with girls his age, or gossiping on the sidelines of his busy life with his coworkers who are the majority of women.

Qameella's life has always been monotonous. Work sometimes overtime, sleep in the late hours, and when the holidays will spend time on pilgrimage to the Garda tomb. In his life he was black and white. There was no other color after the Guard left for good.

Either Qameella should be grateful or not with her life that is always lonely. Because of that blessing he was able to reach this point. The point where it is considered successful in work. Although it does not have a high rank.

But his career has been good in the last two years. Maybe in three or four years he will be promoted to manager. The old manager will be transferred to another branch office. Not just any nonsense. That's just an estimate. And hopefully it happens.

Qameella moved out of her seat after the data she examined was ready. Then he would go to the manager's office at the end of the corridor of his room.

Finished handing over the documents, Qameella went to the cafeteria downstairs, as it was already lunchtime. Since the room is occupied on the fifth floor, then he must use the elevator to get to the place.

Ting!

Elevator door opens. Qameella stepped inside, along with a man in a black suit who also stepped but came out. His right hand held a flat object to his ear. Looks like the guy's making a phone call.

"Yes, Bi..," the voice came together leaving the elevator.

The deg!

Qameella's heartbeat suddenly pumped faster. His face that had been looking down at the elevator floor, immediately raised in shock with wide eyes in surprise. The man's voice sounded familiar, as if stomping in his eardrum. His memory instantly twisted as the Guard called out to him,

"Bye..."

"Bi, uh,"

"Bi."

The guard?

Could Guard?

The guard!

The guard!

The elevator doors closed automatically as Qameella turned around. The figure instantly disappeared behind the door.

It was very curious that he broke through the elevator that kept going downhill, to ascertain who that person was. But he's not a ghost who can pierce things. It also has no Doraemon pouch, which can take the door out anywhere.

Damnit damnit! Qameella hit the elevator door that was still tightly closed while bowed lethargic. But a second later he realized, that the man was not the Guard. Because the Guard has long since died. There is no way a dead person can come back to life. Impossible!

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Sorry, the story got here first. Mood author is not good anymore. Wait for the next episode...

Happy weekends...