GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Let him die.

I don't know, just a feeling or because some time this passed with a gripping atmosphere that made Gibran think no-no.

But, regardless of that, Gibran could not dodge or back away from fighting tonight.

Yes, fights would be inevitable if they appeared. Iyan turned to Raka who looked flat and cold, she was really excited looking forward to this fight.

"I feel like they're all coming and going on a rampage" Gibran said.

"If you're not ready then go home, let me face them" replied Raka still showing her good side.

"Sure I will be with you Mas Raka." replied Gibran. smilingly looking at Raka who was staring intently at him.

I don't know, what feelings are bothering him to feel unsure of the success that he usually never doubted. But back again to a clean heart, he prayed that God would protect them, and leave everything to God alone.

"They came." said Raka had not yet moved from their hiding behind the banana tree.

Gibran. "Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim" said Gibran softly.

The fight began when five people came closer, carrying weapons and standing defiantly as if they already knew of the whereabouts of Raka and Gibran.

Raka came out first with his agility he moved carrying a weapon that was no less shiny than the five people.

"We just start" said Raka very excited, Gibran to the point of not believing what he saw.

How could Raka be so calm and happy to be faced with some mysterious people, it was even clear some people yesterday almost made both of them die.

"The fight began with a twisting motion of Raka l, the weapons and the cloak-like jacket swinging in unison looking so awesome. It seems he has perfected his knowledge.

Gibran followed to help Raka with no less amazing. Attacking and hitting on target, one person has been slammed because of a kick that looks ordinary from Gibran.

"You're great too." praised Raka on the sidelines of the opponent's attack that accidentally even brought them closer.

"Mas Raka is even better." Gibran replied pleased with the atmosphere. It turns out that Raka's change makes their relationship improve, of course Gibran likes it.

But the next moment things turned around like before, the more the night their strength grew. Two against five repeated, no one helped even no one with them when before there were many people who took part in the mission that night.

Gibran and Raka began to be overwhelmed, so desperate and threatened with life. Raka was cornered with a sharp and shiny weapon belonging to a person who looked very violent, he chose to be silent for a moment, set his breath, unable to carelessly fight back.

Similarly, Gibran who was cornered in three people at once, the young man was getting tired even his joints could not move perfectly. Sweat began to get wet throughout his body, his breath was connected unequally with his heart.

"You're going to die" said one of the youngest.

"Death is God's business." replied Gibran amid his efforts to avoid their increasingly swift attack.

And finally one of the blows hit Gibran's stomach, following another man kicking his back, also the tallest young man kicked Gibran's head so that it fell down on the ground his body weakly coughed up blood.

The masked young man prepared with a full deep force, smashing into Gibran's chest.

"Grrrrhhhh." the terrible figure obstructed the attack, certainly made Gibran very surprised.

"Joko! What are you doing?" snapped Raka to the friend of the subtle creature.

Joko does not listen to Raka, instead fighting with the three men protecting Gibran.

"Joko stop!" Raka tried to stop the creature.

Gibran turned to Raka who was not at all against the person who pointed a weapon at him, indeed Gibran knew Raka was not that weak.

Gibran only realized that at this time, he was in the trap of Raka. They are indeed eyeing Gibran's life, this is part of Raka's revenge on him.

Gibran could only hold his chest, fearing and worrying for Bunga and Tiara after this. But to dodge and leave he no longer had the energy.

The young man again, escaped from the attack of the subtle-creature and then attacked Gibran with all his might.

"Geez.." Gibran fell down and lay on the ground with his eyes constantly staring at Raka.

Yes he smiled...

The five men lead to Raka who starts moving, they attack together after hitting Joko.

Raka started his flagship movement, issuing knowledge that will surely finish everything. And again he only attacked 4 people.

The battle was over, leaving Gibran lying motionless and unable to even speak.

Joko approaches Gibran with pity, the creepy form grabs and holds Gibran but unexpectedly Raka stops, kicking Joko with all her might.

"Let her die" he said with a terrifying red eye glint.

"But he is the father of my beloved!" joko replied challenging Raka's gaze.

Raka laughed out loud with Joko's reply, Gibran stared at the two in confusion and endured the pain.

"You think he'll allow you to approach his son?" Raka laughed again.

"But Tiara will cry." replied Joko again approaching Gibran.

"Hem, it would be better for you that he dies soon, so that you can freely approach his daughter."

Raka approached Iyan and stepped on his right hand. "This hand that beat me seven years ago" he said.

Joko tries to remove Raka's leg from Gibran's hand, he still tries to help her.

"Thank you for helping me finish them off."

Suddenly a young man spoke to Raka, feeling that it was safe for one of the thieves to take off all his clothes.

"You?" gibran said he can't say much.

"Yes, he's a thief who wants a lot of treasure, but doesn't want to share. He would rather have his brothers die." replied Arka satisfied with the fight tonight, finally eight brothers of the youth's school died in his hands.

"Yes, and you'll follow. By our agreement." the young man smiled at Gibran, who was reluctant to open his eyes.

"You will never get the Flower" said Gibran lirih, but it was clearly heard in Raka's ear, the silence of the night made a whisper clearly into his eardrum.

"I'll get it Gibran Dwiyanto." said Arka coldly. "He thinks I'm your friend."

Letting Gibran lay on the ground in a miserable state.

"Hold on" said Joko then carrying Gibran's body.

"Stop Joko, you can't be seen by ordinary people. You won't be appreciated." Raka told her friend.

Joko. "Creatures like me still have Raka's pity" he replied, bringing Gibran.

"It's not pity Joko, but love slaves." Raka laughed mockingly.

Joko lifts Gibran's body onto his shoulder, and the last word Joko hears in Gibran's heart. "Mas Angga."

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