GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

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"There is Mas, please choose inside with Rozak." Flowers point to a room filled with many of the building's tools.

"It's the same beautiful Flower Deck" he said again did not stop staring at the face of Flowers.

A little gaping at the man's words, he was eager to get angry but then remembered his current status. 'Newly aware of me, if now I have become a widow, so that there are men who dare to flirt like this.' he said in his heart.

"Would you like to buy some glue to get close to the owner of the shop?"

Raka approached Bunga and stared intently at the man.

His face was sour, angry and hateful.

"Mas Raka." prevent Bunga when Raka is closer, nervous and also afraid he is angry and the two fight.

"Dare to fuck around, I can finish you off." got upset again.

But the man smiled instead, he looked calm and defiant.

"You are married, it is not good to interfere in the affairs of widows and widows" he said with no less sharp eyes, implying hostility.

"You just don't know who I am" Raka said furiously, smiling cynically and to the handsome widower.

"I know who you are, and I've also heard from the citizens that you are a man who has great martial arts. But unfortunately you already have a wife, so it's impossible to get close to the Flower Deck. So don't interfere" he said politely but offensively.

It was very desirable for Raka to kick the young man, not to mention his pretentious handsome appearance rivaling Raka. Hot like Raka's chest, but for the sake of maintaining the image in front of Bunga, he will try his hardest to be patient.

"Zak, you get the glue for the gutter, this Mas needs one." ask Bunga to Rozak who just pulled out a pile of sacks.

"Oh, Yes, Ma'am." Rozak.

The young man looked annoyed, failing to chat with Bunga because Raka approached and interfered.

"This is Mas, the glue." Rozak gave it to the man.

"Thank you." said the widower, then left after glancing dislike with Raka.

"Mas Raka should not be like that" Bunga told the selfish man still standing with her.

"Why can't it? He is a man and I am a man too. As fellow men, of course we can read each other's intentions and goals if it is related to women. Especially that woman is you, Mas knows exactly she likes you." Raka said staring at the face of Bunga.

Bunga threw away his gaze, not wanting to look at each other with Raka.

"Honestly, I still love you so much" he said deliberately getting closer to the face of the Flower, exhaling warm breath near his ear. He did not care if the streets were very crowded at this time, and could provoke gossip and prejudice.

"Don't be like this" said the nervous Flower, his body and heart responding unexpectedly, despite what his name was.

"Come in, I'll catch up." the orders startle Flowers, but then the woman complies.

Raka smiled happily, she was sure that the study she sent had penetrated into the soul of the Flower.

"I'll get you again." she smiled happily. He is very happy today.

From a distance, a pregnant woman was standing still, looking at the two men and women who had just entered. She stroked the chest with Raka's behavior, she knew exactly if her husband still loved Bunga so much. "Then what does it mean to me? Even I find it hard to move because I'm pregnant with your son Mas Raka."

Without thinking anymore, the Goddess walked towards the fork in the road. Urung asked Raka to take him, after thinking since this morning, he finally decided to meet the shaman with his mother, he could not just stay with this situation.

While in the store, Raka's phone vibrates with a message notification.

He grabbed the phone, his forehead wrinkled to read a message from his wife.

"Why not tell me from earlier if you want to go home, I can take you or order an invitation." Raka called his wife.

"It's okay Mas, just a few days, Mom and Mom are preparing clothes for our son, as well as want to make a seven-monthly event next week." the word Dewi is true if one week the content is seven months old.

"Alright." answered Raka felt the Goddess was sulking.

But then he smiled instead, the departure of the Goddess made him free to pursue Flowers.

Back out following Flower who was having lunch, she was really excited.

"What do flowers eat?" asked Raka with a fluffy smile.

"Mas. Hemmm, eat rice Mas." he answered always nervous in the last few days, for some reason just staring at Raka's chest as if he was in his embrace.

His heart was still a little conscious, trying to be very conscious. "Astaghfirullah, did Mas Raka ensnare me with his loving knowledge?" mumbles Flowers worry.

But just worried, of course he could not fight, he did not understand.

"Mas would like to ask?" Raka sat beside the Flower, very close.

"No Mas, if Mas wants to make Bunga buy it." reject it all wrong, his heart can not be controlled, his heart pounding irregularly.

Raka did not give up, took a spoon from the Flower's hand, then scooped the rice and ate it.

"Jorok Mas, it's a former Flower." slowly his voice was still heard.

Raka chuckles happily. "This is just your saliva, which I once enjoyed down there." whispered Raka sounding tickling, deliberately close to the ear of Flowers, teasing the lonely soul of a widow.

"Astaghfirullah" said Bunga tried his hardest.

Raka moved on, leaving the woman who was enduring the turmoil and embarrassment.

"I'm sure tonight you're gonna have a hard time falling asleep, you're gonna want me." Raka laughed happily after being inside her shop.

If today has not got results, then he will repeat the next day, even more so the more the attitude of Flowers more submissive to Raka. as if dating.

Every day every night he continued to practice loving incantations to the Flower, never giving up. Until she felt that Bunga had fallen deeply in love with her, Raka was very sure.

It was a dark, cloudy afternoon until it rained.

Flowers that can not drive a car, every day only ride a motorcycle taxi. But when it rains, lightning like this there will be no ojek passing by looking for passengers.

"Want to be accompanied by waiting or I just take it?" Rozak looks worried when going home through heavy rain.

"Rozak just go home if you're worried about Ms. Dhe, let me be here waiting for the rain to stop. Later I will ask you to pick me up." replied Bunga.

"Alright then, I am first Ma'am" he said wearing a butut helmet preparing to go home.

"Yes Zak, be careful." replied Bunga still standing inside the store, reluctant to go out because lightning-even occasionally struck.

Now it's just him alone, five o'clock like it's been a night with heavy rain and electricity dead. Flowers light one of the flashlights to light up the room.

"I don't think it's safe if the store door stays open, he thinks he's gonna lock it.

But so surprised when he saw the figure of a gallant man enter and then lock the door, ahead of Bunga.