GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Fight again

Dewi came out of her house, deliberately pretending to shop at a neighboring stall to initiate closeness. She knows exactly there are many mothers who like to gossip.

A little look back, there is where Raka's mother sat and gossiped, including talking about her relationship with Melati. So that the creation of slanted rumors and many other stories.

No doubt when mothers meet then the story of a piece of sweet potato will feel warm and interesting, then when each brings a memory of the taste, then what sounded is a different expression. And the victim is an innocent piece of yam, because the more people who process it, the more taste and cuisine will be different.

Your two hands won't be able to prevent so many mouths from telling you about yourself.

The tub flower of a piece of sweet potato came from the garden at that time, had no choice and could not fight, so in the end split up to free themselves from blasphemy and low views of him. After all, the matter of a soul mate cannot be forced, if a soul mate can choose, of course everyone is happy with his choice.

"Later in the evening there was a meeting at the village hall." the mothers had already started the story when Dewi bought snacks and deliberately sat down to share them with some of the neighboring children who were sitting there.

"What did Mom get?" asked Dewi replied, while poking the cheek of a small child.

"Meeting for community leaders and influential people. One of them is Mas Raka, also the Iyan her husband Bunga." obviously the mother looks excited.

"His invitation was signed here Madam Dewi." the shop owner's mother gave a paper with an invitation to Dewi.

Dewi took the paper, and it is true that the name Raka Wijaya was written there.

"Her husband Madam Dewi including influential people now, last night had managed to hurt the thief." a mother replied with eyes swerving so much he said.

"Listen not only Mas Raka who fought with thieves, but Gibran also Bu, her husband Bunga is also famous for having great ability." the shop owner's mother said.

"Yes, it used to be a story to fight with Mas Raka as well while still dating Bunga." a mother again told me without caring, but then closed her mouth to realize there was a Goddess among them.

The goddess is interested in the name of the flower that has been repeatedly mentioned.

"Well, where is the flower's house?" ask the Goddess not to be clear about curiosity is also curious.

"On the other end there Mother Goddess." the other young mother replied. "Eh, but why would you want to know? He's Mas Raka's ex-girlfriend."

The goddess smiled, unwilling to show her heart. "Have known Bule." he replied subtly.

"It's good to know. They dated for a very long time, but eventually broke up because she cheated on Gibran and got married. But not only that, but also because your mother-in-law disagrees. That's how we know."

The Goddess nodded in understanding, in her heart she began to understand the cause of what Raka was still so thinking about that woman.

"Flower son sir...?" The goddess deliberately provoked the answer from those excited mothers.

"Pak Gutama" they answered quickly.

"Ah." The goddess smiled happily.

'I finally know your father's name! If Mas Raka can't get rid of your name in his heart, then I'll keep you out for good.' The goddess was still smiling, her hands were trying to play around with the children so that her laughter and smile were not noticed.

"I should be able to take one of the woman's photos." The goddess muttered to herself when she came home and went into her house.

"Where's Wi from?" asked Raka who had just returned from her garden.

"Invitation?" Raka opened the paper. Read it for a moment and smile afterwards.

That night Raka came to the core community in the village, walking arrogantly occasionally glancing to the right and left of the road. "Your prowess is no longer scary. Just waiting for Gibran Dwiyanto time." muttered Raka.

"Please you conduct a deliberation and decide what is best, Mas Raka and I will stand guard outside for reasons that are difficult to explain." Gibran understands what Raka is feeling, following the rival man.

"I feel like he's on our left" said Raka, standing close to Gibran, enjoying a cigarette to keep mosquitoes from getting too close.

"Yes, it's." Gibran agreed.

"I've been suspicious of someone, and I need your help to investigate them" said Raka turned to Gibran who also had a thought with Raka.

"I'm also Mas, and all this time I've been struggling because there's nothing to move. The average knowledgeable person in this village is old and can not be invited to hide." explained Gibran expressed his complaints so far.

"Now there is me." replied Raka sure, proud it feels needed by Gibran Dwiyanto.

"Yes." Yeah." Gibran smiled confidently, he knew Raka was reliable.

The two of them just sat and pretended not to know, intentionally just looking like a regular chat. But then someone approached and just walked in.

Gibran jumped up and grabbed the young man's shoulder. "I'm sorry, there's an important conversation inside, and all of them are community leaders and religious leaders. The young are only outside" Gibran said, not reducing courtesy.

"I asked one of their wives to tell me that an important guest was coming." The young man said seriously.

"Is his wife waiting under that tree?" Raka pointed at someone who seemed to be hiding in a dark place.

The young man immediately fled, afraid of being caught and afraid of the two men.

"You're here." said Raka leaving Gibran, deliberately releasing the young man, Raka and Gibran had plans to find out the whereabouts of some of the thieves. They were sure they were not just one, two or three, but there were many.

Gibran was watching the surroundings that seemed to be safe, after all inside it seemed like it was about to be finished. He follows Raka, keeping the odds bad. It could be that selfish and emotional men are fighting without thinking anymore, and it will be difficult if they are not alone.

Sure enough, Raka chased after and attacked the two people who ran, but the young man she met had fallen on the street, fainted at the other thief.

"Stop or die!" raka's voice sounded terrible.

The two men stopped and had to face Raka who had confronted them.

Fights can no longer be avoided, looks very exciting with two against one, looks balanced but then comes another.

Two more people came with weapons in each hand, sure to gang up on Raka.

'Damn, why I became the one in the crackle.' Raka upset in the heart.

Gibran contacted people who were still deliberating, hoping they would come to help.

And inevitably Gibran fought with Raka, two against five. Not at all balanced.