GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

A soul mate cannot be taken.

"She doesn't like you" said Gibran, grabbing the hand of the still standing Flower, glued to see Goddess and Raka come out the door.

"True Mas." replied the smiling Flower, again sitting beside Gibran.

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The days went by so quickly, but Gibran's internal injuries were still not fully healed. Too pushy and draining when fighting, then get attacked again when he is not ready to make it difficult to recover as usual.

"Mas doesn't have to work, let Flowers keep an eye on our shop." Flowers ask Gibran to rest.

"Actually Mas can already go to the store, only sometimes it feels dizzy" said Gibran leaning on the bed.

"Mas has not recovered. Honestly Bunga objected to such a fight, if the doctor's hurt can't cure him." The flower covers the belly of Gibran.

"Yes, it is a risk dear, God entrust this unsolicited power, Mas must use it to take care of many people, especially you and Tiara." Gibran stroked the face of Flowers, they have always been friendly since the past until now never changed.

Flowers could only breathe with Gibran's reply. Of course he supports if it is for good, but if it is like this it feels he is not willing.

"The flowers go first, Mas." The flower grabbed Gibran's hand and kissed him.

"Yes, be careful, dear." Gibran grabbed the Flower until it stuck, peeling his forehead.

"Mas is still like that." Flowers blushed in shame to get that warm kiss.

The Tiara building store is located quite far from the Gibran house, precisely close to the market. The only building store that is quite large, their turnover is unmitigated amid the development of the region and the construction of many community houses, certainly makes them get a considerable profit.

"Bloombs, Mas Gibran

where to?" ask a customer who knows Flowers well.

"Mas Gibran is not feeling well, let's rest at home." replied Flowers.

"Oh, then hopefully get well soon" said the fathers then pay for the goods he bought.

"Thank you sir." Flowers smile friendly.

Until noon, Bunga asked three shopkeepers to rest first.

"Would you rest and eat first?" said Rozak, an easy boy who has worked in the store for a long time.

"You guys, after all you're tired since morning hasn't rested. If there is a buyer later let's wait until you're done." replied Flowers.

"Then we excuse you, Ma'am, want to eat in the back" said Rozak followed the others.

"Monggos." Flowers give a few boxes of food that have been ordered for them.

The atmosphere of many people passing by, it turns out that in the middle of a district like this is quite tiring even though it is just selling, let alone the peddlers or street vendors who push their carts, Bunga noticed everything.

So remember when he did not know Bunga, how difficult it is to live poor and have nothing, so the love story was rejected by his mother Raka.

"Flowers." the voice surprised the reverie of the past.

"Yes Mas Raka." she answered.

Right, in front of him was Raka who somehow he was already there. Flowers don't even realize there's a vehicle stopping in front.

Raka smiled thinly. 'I'm sure you still think of me as a flower.'

"A..What's the matter?" tanya Flowers nervous.

"Oh, then Mas Raka will have to wait. Rozak and the others were eating and resting for a while." Bunga replied trying to avoid Raka's gaze.

"Isn't your husband usually the Shop?" asked Raka again a little curious.

"Emm, Mas Gibran hasn't recovered since that night. I asked her to rest at home." replied Bunga.

Raka nodded, no longer discussing Gibran, but was thinking a lot. 'What if Gibran dies?'

Flowers Pretend to be busy with notes in his thick book, at a distance of the table he does not want to tell too much with Raka.

"May Gibran recover quickly then" said Raka later.

Flowers looked at the man. "Yes, thank you." Flowers smile stiffly. "Yes, how are you... Your wife Mas?" ask Flowers for pleasantries.

"She's fine, she's a quiet person and doesn't like to talk much less joke." Raka told a little story.

"Oh." Flowers nod. "That means she is a good wife." continued Bunga intending to praise.

"Yes, but to me there's nothing better than you" he said staring straight at the Flower, the eyeballs that were so memorized The flower looked the same as it used to be, there was still love and ambition.

"Sorry, we're both married. So, forget it." The flower avoided Raka's gaze.

"I've tried, but it's hard." said Raka.

"It's hard doesn't mean it can't."

"Where can, because we've gone too far back then. And everything became clearer when I tried to escape my loneliness to my wife, your shadow never left." Raka further revealed what was in her heart.

"You can definitely Mas." said Bunga chose to go to the back.

But Raka prevented it. "It's a lie that you've forgotten me Flower" he said holding up Flower's arm.

"I have not forgotten, I have sinned only if I always remember. We're done and I just love my husband." firmly Flower made loose the hand that held his hand.

Raka was silent with that expression. Again he had to be disappointed with the same speech, as they used to be when they were still dating Bunga chose Gibran. It was really painful to this day.

The short and unintentional conversation turned out to have a big impact on Raka. That night he could not sleep with many thoughts disturbing him.

Anxious with the feelings of the past but also the present that makes him more unsettled. Goddess of his wife, but a Flower in his heart. He loved her, but Gibran had her.

Until the night a few weeks later.

This time not only theft but also violence occurred in the homes of residents. The thieves grew increasingly merciless. More precisely they are revenge with the death of four people who killed Raka.

"It's time." Raka smiled meaningfully.

"You've recovered?" raka asked Gibran that night, standing guard with a few others.

"Yes. I hope we can finish this." Raka said staring around.

"Yes, indeed everything we have started must be finished" answered Raka contains many meanings.

Gibran looked at the man who was dashing and taller than him.

"Mas Raka, forgive me for taking the Flower. But rest assured that the soul mate is a gift of God that cannot be seized or exchanged" Gibran said sincerely to Raka.

Raka looked at Gibran. "What are you talking about?" Raka chuckles.

Gibran smiled but there was relief in itself already saying it.