GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Conscious

"Be careful, they're carrying weapons" Gibran said.

"I know." replied Raka constantly wary of seeing five people going around going up against them.

Inevitably the fight, the five people seemed to be ready with the appearance of Raka and Gibran, they issued their respective abilities, even forming a movement such as formation, compact and rotating, they took each other, the five men attacked Raka and Gibran until the two men were cornered.

"We can lose." Raka said with Gibran as they retreated set up the resistance.

"How Mas?" asked Gibran in between his breath that was blooming overwhelmed.

"Don't have a choice, they're a lot and they'll chase if we run away" Raka replied.

Inevitably the two returned to attack and tried to defeat the five people, the longer their strength was reduced, while the five people still looked agile and the later the stronger. Even hitting them was futile.

"They're immune" Gibran said.

"No, they have a rare science, people call it the science of eels" replied Raka then back to attack.

Gibran was still surprised by the knowledge that Raka said, and again helped Raka attack them. But it is not comparable to the five people attacking simultaneously and hitting both to fall.

"Uhugh.." Raka coughed holding his chest, as did Gibran but not so badly.

And unexpectedly they attacked again at the same time.

Raka unleashed his flagship science with the remaining deep energy he hit them all. But the ill-fated Raka could only hit four people, one man escaped and instead attacked Gibran to fall for the second time.

Only one man was unharmed, the thief who hit Gibran. He escapes leaving his friends who may not survive.

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"Raka, I've taken the offering you prepared. Although that's enough, I still want the child of your enemy."

Nyai Roro Ayu's voice echoed in Raka's ears, her body was helpless, but her body stood upright facing her ally's demons.

"I'll think about it." replied Raka smiling.

"If you manage to bring it for me, I'll give you whatever you want" Nyai Roro Ayu said.

Raka just nodded, until then the beautiful woman disappeared.

"That's them!"

Shouts from one of the residents, and others followed him.

"Astaghfirullah." a community leader immediately helped Gibran and Raka who collapsed, as well as four people who were dying, his mouth was bleeding, not only his nose and ears due to Raka's devastating attack

"Take them." the middle-aged man.

"Where's Sir?" asked the young man who was ready to hold Iyan together with his friend.

"To Gibran's house, take them all. And these four people we're sleeping outside the house so everyone can see their faces." the man ordered again.

The restless feeling of the flower is evident when the door is knocked and many people are heard outside.he opens the door in a hurry.

"Buck..!" he saw Gibran's body helplessly carried by two young men.

Then he was laid in the room with Raka.

"What's going on?" tanya Bunga rubbed Gibran's cheeks hoping her husband would soon come to his senses.

"They were fighting with the Flower Mba thief." replied one of the young men.

"Mas Dudung please Mas Raka." The flower holds out one of the compress towels and warm water to the hood.

"Yes, Mother." The hood began compressing and also massaging Raka's legs and hands.

"It's almost dawn, Mas Raka's wife should be picked up." said Bunga in the end, the confusion of the two people was not aware as well.

"Where's Sir?" asked Yanto's wife who was also there, very worried.

"Are you taking it to the puskesmas sir?" ask the flower is getting confused.

Mr. Yanto nodded, asking Dudung to prepare Gibran's car.

In the same room both are laid, the sub-district health center does have two rooms in one room, in addition to the limited space also makes it easier for doctors to treat both.

"Mas Raka why?" tanya Dewi looked worried, with a large stomach he immediately approached Raka who was not aware as well.

"They fainted Mommy." said Bunga, he grasped Gibran's hand did not let go even for a moment.

The Goddess did not reply, her eyes caught the pretty face of Flowers with a rumble on her chest, dislike, and envy in her heart.

The young doctor was busy examining Gibran and Raka took turns. "There are no serious injuries, hopefully they'll be conscious soon." The doctor left the room.

"Wake up." The goddess hugged Raka and cried. It certainly attracts the attention of people including flowers.

Even though they already have their own partners, it still feels wrong. The past that is too close makes the flower uncomfortable.

"Hem." came a voice from Gibran who was beginning to wake up.

"Mas." The flower clasped Gibran's hand and hugged him.

"Flowers." she called out faintly to see but heard and felt a Flower beside her.

"Alhamdulillah." The flower takes mineral water and gives a drink to Gibran.

"Mas Raka" he said worriedly, but soon Raka moved and realized.

"Thank God" said Bunga trying not to see Raka and Dewi, he only focused on Gibran alone.

"How's the thief?" tanya Raka still remembered the incident that made them in the puskesmas.

"Not knowing" replied Gibran.

"Four of them seemed to have died" Bunga replied to Gibran.

"Died?"

Gibran was so surprised to hear it, and did not expect the power of Raka who crossed the line. It should be that such knowledge is not used haphazardly, or rather not in the possession of just anyone.

"That's better." said Raka breathed her breath after receiving water from the Goddess.

Every now and then, the Goddess glanced at the Flower who looked very attentive to Gibran. Similarly Raka glanced at the wiggly hand of the Flower that so painstakingly wiped away Gibran's sweat . That's very envious.

"But something happened other than that Mas, a daughter of Tiara's friend is missing."

"Lost?" Gibran was surprised.

"Yes, now the people are looking.

"What happened to this village?" Gibran held tightness in his chest.

Raka looked straight at the ceiling of the Puskesmas room, letting the Goddess hug and wipe her chest. But Raka's mind was waving.

Of course he doesn't care about the disappearance of people's children, he knows who the culprit is, and must be dead by now.

Lucky the young man who asked Raka to kidnap the girl had memorized and put her in Raka's car, he smiled.

Looking at Bunga, he remembered the simple room in the house of Bunga being a silent witness when the long night was often passed by both. How the sweet smile was garnished when the relief after the sin was over with a sweat bath.

Raka memorized everything, the location of the mole as small as he still remembered it.

"Mas Raka." Call Goddess. He was worried with his eyes closed and seemed to be holding something back.

"Yes dear." That sounds awkward.

Of course making the Goddess gaping do not believe in the affectionate name of Raka.

"Ah, we better go home." Raka looked completely wrong, getting out of her bed.

"Yes Mas." replied the Goddess only according.

Accidentally Raka's hand nudged the jacket placed on the bed and fell.

Flowers pick it up and give it to the Goddess with the intention of wanting to help.

But then the Goddess pulled the jacket roughly. Even glancing with a dislike look.