GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Can be skinny dry

'How can Mas Raka suddenly have a store next to me, whereas previously Mang Jojo did not sell the Rukonya, even wanted to be rented by Mas Gibran he did not give it.' Flowers muttered in his heart, he turned his head back to the person who was still not moving, looking at the Flower with a sweet smile. Flowers immediately entered his shop.

"Mom, do you want to pray?" tanya Rozak offers Bunga a break first.

"Yes Zak, take care of it for a while." Pinta Bunga grabbed her bag.

"Yes" said the young man, sitting on a pile of cement covered in sacks.

Flowers go to a small room that is deliberately provided Iyan for prayer and rest.

Until the afternoon. At 16:30. All stores have started packing and closing, not least the flower shop. Flowers close the shop and wait for the taxi to come home.

"Flowers."

That familiar voice made him look.

"You haven't come home yet?" tanya Raka looked at the clock that was coiled around her wrist.

"Not Mas, it was giving a salary for Rozak and his friends first. All counts to pay for tomorrow's goods." replied Interest as it is.

"Oh, great. I see your store is very crowded buyers." Raka did not want to lose the chat material, only discussing the jasmine shop so that the woman did not leave immediately.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah. Enough for the daily needs and friends Mas Gibran working here, it's also their sustenance." he replied smiling slightly, turning left right waiting for the ojek to pass.

"Looks like a deserted motorcycle taxi driver this afternoon. How about I drive you?" Raka offered herself.

Flowers turned the man beside him, he looked handsome with an expensive and neat dress.

From the first he was handsome, only his war that made jasmine turn away. Even his status as a moneyed child adds a plus to Raka Wijaya.

His body that was never used for hoeing was still firm and dashing, His face, legs and hands were pure white. And of course it used to be the stuff of village girls here. Luckily, he chose the flowers.

"Flower." he called to find the flower a little dreamy watching him.

"Oh, sorry Mas. Mas Raka should go home first." he replied remembering if previously offered to go home together.

"I can't leave you here alone." She grabbed the plastic chair that was in front of her shop, giving it to Bunga.

"Thank you." Standing up for fifteen minutes made him tired.

Raka stared fixedly at the newly widowed woman, her beautiful face and her beautiful body made Raka mind wander everywhere. A sly smile was seen on his lips.

'Passionate canters will certainly be useful if there is no Gibran.'

Raka began to mutter as she approached Bunga. Exhaling quietly near the ears of the Flower, and fortunately again the twenties woman turned her head and was surprised to almost kiss with Raka.

"Mas!"

Surprise that was not in vain Raka, increasingly showering him with loving knowledge that he had.

His eyes stared at each other, Raka's smile, looking even sweeter, deliberately teasing the empty Flower's imagination.

"Raka!"

"Joko!" Raka is surprised by the sudden presence of a recently nosy creature bothering her.

"Who?" tanya Bunga was astonished by Raka.

"Ah that was like I was looking at an old friend." she smiled stiffly.

Flowers smiled, then looked down suddenly together with Raka to be all wrong.

"How much did you feed him?" joko said shaking with Raka's behavior.

"Crazy for you, he can be thin and dry" replied Joko approaching Bunga.

His unseen eyes can certainly see how the thin smoke of the study surrounds the Flower, fused with air and sucked in through the nose, eyes and mouth if it is open.

The creature flicked his hands away the thin smoke but free, some of it was sucked in by the Flower.

"Isn't falling in love really good if you manage to have it?" raka's Sindir to Joko.

"But I won't do anything as cunning as you" he replied proudly.

Raka laughed in her heart. "Of course not, because Tiara was a child. If he's a few years old? I guarantee you will risk everything to get the girl, moreover her beauty will invite many men to come closer, even willing to fight desperately to get her. You will definitely be provoked, intervene to fight for him. I'm sure even if you're willing as long as you can have it." Raka again laughed mockingly, though only inwardly.

Joko seemed annoyed by what Raka said, of course what she said was true. He could see such a complicated future. Even he knew there would be something sad to the point of severely injuring his body, as well as his heart.

"So, don't interfere with how I want to get my flowers back. You better think about how you can make your Tiar yours forever."

Joko.

He was always with Tiara, following her and looking after her. Even while Tiara was sleeping, Joko sat under the bed with a fluffy smile, watching over the human child. The buzzing mosquito became an enemy to him.

"Haha..." Raka laughed loudly in her heart, even looking at the smile on her lips. It's really nice to laugh at Joko for real.

"But I didn't touch her, I'll take care of her" Joko said sounding sad.

"Not yet." said Raka again. "When he grows up, you'll go crazy if you don't touch him."

Joko took a heavy breath, she became restless with the different love of the world she was about to face.

Choosing to leave Raka, rather than crazy because of her speech that makes Joko confused herself.

"Mas Raka," call Flowers at last, after a moment of silence.

"Yes the Flower." answered Raka slowly, and approached her.

"Thank you for accompanying the flowers" he said.

It turned out that a motorcycle taxi driver was already in front of their shop.

'Ah shit!' he said he did not like the arrival of the ojek.

"Be careful Flower" he said smiling, but his heart was upset.

"Because I laughed at Joko, I let my guard down, and she came home" she said.

"Or don't you?"

Raka clenched his hand, Joko's arrival was not to mess up, but to invite the motorcycle taxi driver to pass.

"Joko!" angry shouting.

Of course Joko at Bunga's house was laughing giggling with Raka's anger.

"Where may I keep quiet while my beloved is sad her mother has not come home." Joko laughed happily, seeing the beautiful Tiara sitting beside her with her eyes closed, she was sleepy.

Joko stroked Tiara's head, looking at her face with a smile of her own.

He loved her too much, even to touch her a little for fear of the pure white Tiara being stained.

"I'm really crazy." Joko dropped herself on the floor, feeling herself too silly and stupid.