GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Widow

Nightly.

I don't know, after the reunion with Raka instead made the hearts of Flowers restless. Her chest was pounding nervously, scared and beautifully together with Raka's smile.

"What's wrong with me?" his own murmur, his prayer became non-fraudful as his chest continued to thump and throb.

The intention of praying is that he had repeatedly said, even until Surah Al-fatihah read, he still felt wrong and repeated it again.

"Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah, Azaghfirullah."

Flowers repeat again, it's wrong he doesn't care anymore.

Tired and sleepy, Bunga went straight to the soft bed. Looking at the bolster pillow that was now lying in place of Gibran, he smiled slightly.

"I've always missed you Mas" he said rubbing Gibran's bed pillow.

"17 days have you left me, I never imagined, alone you left first."

Flowers rubbed his tears, indeed Gibran's departure incised a wound in the heart of Flowers. Sickness and longing often hit, never even go if at night.

Satisfied with crying, he fell asleep hugging a pillow that Gibran often wears. The distinctive smell of the man sniffs warmly into the heart, hoping to meet in a dream, letting go of the unbrimmed longing.

No...no.

There was the sound of footsteps, someone came with an expanding smile, breaking the silence in the dark room there was no light, only the illuminating moonlight slid through the window slit.

Flowers rose from her seat, watching someone come, as if she knew him, but then she did not know him. The flower's forehead was wrinkled at a loss trying to remember who the man was.

"What are you doing, flower?"

His voice is as he knows it.

In the confusion he let the figure get closer and touched his face.

"Look at me." he said again, as if he were saying that he was very handsome.

Yes, he is very handsome with a glowing face, his smile is seductive and sweet is amazing.

"Mas Raka." call him to realize that the one who came was Raka.

"Yes, it's me." Raka stroked the face of the Flower again, her hands warm and delicate, fondly caressing a soul-touching affection. Floating and lulled with his treatment.

Raka kissed her forehead, long until it felt smooth and delicious her thick lips touched the Flower.

"Be my lover, we will be happy, I will make you happy" he said touching the chest of Flowers as if reaching for something invisible. As if he was grasping her heart, Bunga felt suffocated as soon as he loved Raka.

"I love you Mas." he answered no longer think, the world is very beautiful at that time, the moonlight increasingly makes Raka's face look dazzling.

A short but alluring dream, Bunga woke up confused.

"Why do I dream about Mas Raka, when I miss Mas Gibran so much" he said rubbing his face.

The hunger made him reluctant to fall asleep again, he remembered that this afternoon only accompanied Tiara to finish her meal.

While Raka, she had just woken up and went back to sleep with a smile etched on her face. It was great to meet the Flower through dreamland.

Remembering when his knowledge was still a little, he always invited his teacher to do semedi, in order to meet Flowers in the dreamland. But now that he had mastered it all, just closing his eyes and focusing his mind could do it.

No need for shamans to do such a thing, Raka himself has mastered the science of black shamanism.

"Let's continue."

Nyi Roro Ayu's voice sounded smooth in her ears, it was certain that the desire to touch the Flower would be achieved until morning with the beautiful demon.

"Hello Mother."

Early in the morning the mother of the Goddess had contacted him.

"Wi, yesterday I went to my shaman's house."

"Certain Ma'am?" The goddess answered quickly, she was really curious.

"You should be careful Wi. There is a possibility that Raka and the woman named Melati bint Gutama will get back together if nothing gets in the way."

"What's right, ma'am?" the Goddess was surprised.

"Yes, but you don't tell your husband, you have to be careful with your husband. Said the Mbah, your husband is not a random person." Mother explained.

"Of course I'm Mom, but still I have to have a way to keep my husband. I don't want Mas Raka taken by him." The goddess massaged her head, confused herself for her talk to the mother.

"Relax, I have received holy water from the Embah to give to your husband, that he may always obey you. That way he wouldn't dare to refute what you said." his mother sounded very certain.

"But not that I said that Mas Raka is not a random person. What if he finds out?" The goddess hesitated.

"Just water, I guarantee she won't know." said his mother again reassured Dewi.

"Alright Ma. Send the water immediately. I don't want to lose Mas Raka."

"Let's find someone to trust, you'll be patient."

"Injeh Ma'am." she replied, breathing a sigh of relief.

At least there is still a way to maintain Raka not only resigned to his jealousy of Bunga.

Meanwhile, early in the morning Raka had arrived first at her new shop. Open a shop of agricultural tools, fertilizers and all kinds of plant seeds, of course in the morning blind he already got a buyer.

"Take a water dive, not just to catch fish." Raka smiled broadly.

Satisfied with the position very close to Flowers all looking for money he also looks for an opportunity to approach Flowers, want to have Flowers.

Soon after, Bunga came with Rozak. Poor and simple youth, it is impossible to dare to approach the Flower that has been considered like a family, more precisely a highly respected employer.

But different from Raka's side he does not like anyone approaching him Flowers. His eyes looked sinister with a red face, staring at Rozak.

"Astaghfirullah" said the young man surprised to see Raka looking at him like he wanted to kill.

"What's up Zak?" bunga asked his staff.

"No Ma'am, just shocked" he said immediately after Bunga. The young man shuddered in horror.

The status of the widow she had began to harass the citizens.

Men who are single, widows, are also married, one of them is like Raka. Start to get nervous if you are dealing with flowers that are too beautiful. His shady face, soft voice and well-built body made it difficult for men to blink, even holding their breath if they happened to be facing Flowers.

Like that afternoon, a newcomer widower in the village was shopping at the Flower Shop. With a fresh appearance and nice clothes like a city boy, he came by the car and spread a sweet smile, just once when Melati was outside just finished delivering the customer's belongings left on her desk.

"Good afternoon Flower Deck" he said politely.

"Oh, good afternoon." replied Flower smiling slightly, not diminishing her modesty, more lowered her head.

"Just want to buy glue for water gutters, happened to pass by at the Flower Deck store, wanted to stop by" he smiled again.