Part 3: The Return

The twins. Nik Ardilla and Nik Kamilla.

It used to be close to impossible to tell them apart. Fair skin, pouty lips, sharp looking eyebrows, flawless skin according to some, their faces just exude confidence but there was just something so menacing people just can't help noticing.

They both needed spectacles but both constantly wear contact lenses of the same colour. Blue. Both of their favourite colour, in the same shade. Once, they both had braces. Wore them the same time, took them off at the same time.

One way to tell them apart is by asking them which faculty they attended. The only thing apparently separates them is that go to separate faculties, and that fact alone is never clear enough to everyone. They were both naturally known as Nik from which faculty they came, with a few exception to certain people like Johan and Jason, who had quite a history with them both.

Now it's easy to tell them apart. Ardilla started to wear a hijab few months ago and Kamilla is still constantly seen with huge glasses tucked neatly on her head preventing her wavy hair to be constantly flinging around.

Ardilla's motives for wearing those intense-coloured flary scarves around her head were very peculiar to some, especially Kamilla. It was just so sudden, no epiphanies, no sudden realisation of the importance of wearing the hijab, nothing.

Kamilla worries her sister only does it for the fashion but nevertheless she continued to support her.

"Threading? It's treading. Treading dangerous grounds." Harris corrected Jason.

The car was slowly heading towards the opposite side of where the three of them were. They really didn't want to exchange words with any one of the twins, they knew if they did it would just ruin the night for them.

As if it could get worse for them, right?

Wrong. Its actually going to be better. Now stop talking to the Internet.

The three boys didn't know why they were still there. They should be hurrying to get that wrench, but they were actually immobilised and Harris came up with an idea.

"Okay everyone hit the floor and turn off the car!"

They disappeared from plain sight, the car keys were reversely turned. The car shakes a little but eventually it was off.

"We know you're in there" Jason said.

"What?" Johan asked.

Jason was reading a text message, sent by Kamilla.

"Just come out, we have your wrench" Jason continued to read.

Why was the wrench with them? How on Earth would they even know about the wrench? What would motivate them to give it back to the boys?

"... Amelin." Harris suspected. He pressed his tone.

Everyone took a small breath of relief.

All of them contemplated whether to face the twins or not. Jason sure didn't want to, Harris suspects something fishy, Johan was indifferent. They soon realised they really didn't have a choice.

The twins were already neatly parked in front of them, their engine's on but the headlights were off.

Jason, the most reluctant one in the bunch, mustered enough sadness suppresant within himself. He slowly took one big breath of air and pulled the lever connecting his hand and the door lock. With one foot out of the car, he started to have his doubts. He shook it off, it was his wrench.

Kamilla came out of the passenger seat of the car in front. She did it very decisively. More decisive than Jason, at least.

The meet right in the midpoint of the two cars.

"We saw Amelin when we were heading back from supper just now. She found your wrench and asked me to send it to you since Ardilla's sending me back to Assac" Kamilla said.

"That.. That actually explains a lot." Jason had no objections.

"hmm. We should stop this. You know, avoiding each other." Kamilla changed the subject.

"What? Who's avoiding who?" Jason would rather deny than admit that his heart is right between loving and despising Kamilla and he just can't decide which.

"Jason.. Just stop, okay?"

Jason bit his lips. They both played their part in all this grief and Kamilla just seemed to have moved on quicker than Jason. Jason just doesn't know what to feel.

"Why can't you look me in the eye anymore, Jason?" Kamilla inquired, while staring directly at him.

Jason stared at the ground. He really can't look Kamilla in the eye, not after what happened between them and their parents.

"You do not lay your hands on my daughter again, you understand me?! Your relationship, or whatever it was, it's over!" The stern and pulsing voice of Kamilla's father still rings in his head.

Kamilla dropped the wrench on the ground loudly, turned around and started to walk back to her car where Ardilla was watching and being deeply worried for her sister. Kamilla took her steps slowly, she began crying. She wiped off her tears. Her mascara smudged, her fringe messed.

Jason slowly walked towards the wrench. He did not even want to touch the part where Ardilla's hands were. The twins' car just drove past him, not even a second look.

Harris and Johan came down. They just stood there without a word. Jason walked towards them with the dirty wrench and his eyes were still stuck to the ground.

"Eerr.. Okay dude, we know your inter-religion long distance break up was a bit messy, but we really think it's time for some moving on." Johan rationalised.

"Yeah, you do go to the same faculty every day." Harris continued.

"oh no, I'm not taking relationship advice from you two. Can't we just split. This cold is not good for my chest." Jason cuts the conversation short.

Meanwhile, in the twins' car, Ardilla consoled her sister.

"Be calm Kamilla, if Allah wills it, it will happen.."

A cat rushed to cross the street when Kamilla realised the lights for the car were not turned on yet.

It was too late.