GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Merciful science

The funeral atmosphere was full of grief, the biological father and adoptive father, as well as his father-in-law together buried Gibran's body, although Yanto also had Angga but who was always with them was Gibran. Good, polite and impudent, the three fathers loved him very much.

Right in the center of Gibran there are Bunga and Tiara, accompanied by Mother and mother-in-law, she cried until her beautiful face.

"Mom, when do we meet Dad?" tiara asked with a sad face, she knew that Gibran was dead, but half of her heart still did not accept. Thinking if he still had a chance to meet his father Gibran.

The flower wept more and more, embracing the small body and hugging it with a heart of sorrow. "Later on, son, we'll meet Dad. As long as Tiara was diligent in teaching and praying, Dad was waiting." he answered more and more bitterly.

Everyone had already gone home, leaving only the nuclear family, and a short while later, some of the old men left Bunga alone, giving them a moment, they waited in the car.

"Mas, I'm sure heaven is waiting for you. Although I did not expect your task to be completed in this short time, I will try to make your departure even though it is heavy" he said crying again.

Tears can never stop remembering the love and affection of Gibran Dwiyanto Since the first decided to love him, until death separated them, the love is still the same, since the first decided to love him, until death separated them, the love is still the same, big and unchanged. Gibran is the most perfect.

"The flower loves you very much Mas Gibran" he said, continuing to rub the smooth cheeks until red and hot.

"Say people, when a husband dies then the wife has to wait for a moment after everyone leaves the funeral, and I'm doing it." He grew sobbing, then looked up. "O Allah, tell the angel who questioned my husband, do not yell or be rude to him, let alone scold him. For as long as I was his wife he never got angry with me, he never yelled at me or was rude to me. He's the husband that Sholeh has and loves me very much. Give him the best place."

The flower hugging the still wet tomb sleeps with her arms so that her tears do not fall. Her chest was tight and sad.

"Flowers." a man's voice surprised the limp flowers hugging Gibran's tomb.

The flower turned its head, released its embrace and stopped sobbing.

"Why is it still here, the day will rain." a subtle remark from Raka Wijaya made Bunga stop crying because he was reluctant to talk especially at this time they were just the two of them.

The standing flower forced those limp knees to hold its body. "I wonder how Mas Gibran died?" ask Flowers to Raka.

Raka-pun staring at the face of ayu Bunga stepped slowly by still showing a limp body in the companion of Dudung. "We fought together, only when I was cornered by a sharp weapon did Gibran fight and fight alone. While I'm helpless, Gibran's in their arms until the end..." Raka lowered.

"Are you involved Mas Raka?" tanya Bunga could not help her curiosity.

"You're accusing me?" asked Raka looking sad, she looked wistfully at Bunga.

"I just feel like Mas Gibran's departure is too soon, but if it's all true, I'll never forgive you Raka."

"I swear I didn't do anything, believe me I'm not that bad. Look at me also badly injured Flower, I feel guilty for not being able to save Gibran, I-I can't be calm with your husband's death, even though I've already avenged them." he said as he coughed holding his chest.

"Okay, I'll go first." Flowers turned around leaving Raka, reluctant to talk to the man.

"Wait for the flowers." Raka grabbed the Flower's arm.

"Oh, okay. Rest and don't be too sad. Remember this is an almighty destiny, you must be patient." said Raka gently attentive.

"Thank you." Bunga continued his steps towards the car where Tiara and her parents were waiting.

While behind, Raka looked at him with a meaningful smile. "I'll definitely get you a flower."

Raka looked at the still wet tomb, she smiled sinisterly. "Look at how the Flower will love me and adore me. He'll obey what I want before you take it. I'll make sure you cry inside there, see how I enjoy your wife to the best of my heart, my flower." Raka laughed loudly along with the thick cloudy covering the eyes of the day, the rain immediately fell with lightning striking.

The normally sunny day turned into a tremendous downpour by that afternoon. No one came out of the house, wearing umbrellas, it felt like they could not stem the extraordinary rain.

The sad news spread widely throughout the village, not least the Goddess who did not attend that day, he sat in his room staring at the heavy rain with a lot of thought.

"If she becomes a widow, it means that Mas Raka will have a chance to approach her again. Moreover, their past was still firmly attached to Mas Raka's head." he became restless.

Until the Maghrib before Raka did not go home. The Goddess was not surprised, but at this time was a little worried and suspicious.

"Don't she be at the Flower house" her mind teased.

Dewi grabbed her phone and contacted her mother, she wanted to tell her the news of the death of her husband's beloved husband.

While Raka was in one place, the old hut of his late teacher.

He was meditating, asking Nyai Roro Ayu to come, it is said that the demonic woman also has a great knowledge of pellets, once she practices her ministering then the woman she wants will be called, she said, it was hard to turn away from Raka's handsome face.

"What more do you want Raka" he said, walking seductively with a sweet smile, he knew what they were going to do after this meeting, the sinful ritual would repeat itself, but the results will not disappoint.

"Gibran is dead, there will be no one who can protect the Flower. I want to ensnare him with loving knowledge, give it to me." he asked impatiently to attack the woman who looked beautiful in his eyes.

"Of course Raka, and I'll give it all to you." Nyi Roro Ayu mukai rubbed Raka's chest, smiling seductively.

"If I may know, what makes you so young?" ask Raka to the woman who started taking off Raka's clothes with her clasped hands.

"After we put our sweat together, I'll look younger, the more often I'll get younger. Especially getting a virgin." He chuckles happily.

"Then what about me? Will I look young like you?" tanya Raka liked the touch of the demon.

"Frequently wet your body with my sweat."