GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

That woman

One week later, Raka has returned to her father's hometown, precisely the house where she used to live, and had established love with her lover Flower.

"Later tonight I'll start attacking." The man, who last night met her, now comes to see Raka again.

"Yes, remember that we are playing a charade" answered Raka ahead of the Maghreb they met on the road.

Until nightfall, the village is indeed a lot of theft makes all residents alert, especially people make money. No exception to the house of a young man named Gibran tonight has indeed been targeted by Raka and her friends.

Not to mention attacking, just stepping in the messenger youth was already discovered.

Gibran immediately chased the man who ran out, no less quickly he moved and managed to kick the mysterious man's leg until it fell bent on the ground.

"You're not going to get away!" wrong however.

The man stood up and attacked Gibran with a rare stance, which overwhelmed him. And it's more confusing when there's someone who comes dressed the same as the man. They attacked again until Gibran fell and retreated.

The two men stared at each other with their horses still on standby, wary of Gibran's undoubted strength.

One man darted like he was lost in the dark, but the other was caught by Gibran and fought back and hit each other.

The mysterious youth retreated, then exerted his palm.

Luckily there was someone who managed to hold the mysterious young man's shoulder, undoing his devastating blow. He punched then locked the two strange young man's hands behind his back.

But what surprised Gibran was the man's face, the figure was familiar to him.

"Mas Raka!"

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At Gibran's house, of course, Raka's presence again makes the memory of the past clearly visible, as if it had just happened yesterday.

Both Gibran and Raka were busy with their own thoughts, the dark night had witnessed how they desperately fought over the Flower at that time.

Across the street, Raka smiled cynically in light of the past defeat.

"As per the deal, I've come."

A young man followed Raka's steps in the middle of a deserted road leading to her home.

Slightly slowed his pace and turned his head to the young man who had just spoken to him.

"I came with a group of robbers, while diving drinking water" replied the mysterious young man.

"Didn't you deliberately bring your fellow students so that they would all die quickly." replied Raka smiling sarcastically, continuing her footsteps.

"What matters is that the girl you ask for is always available" she replied and left.

Raka came to avenge his defeat, but in a different way.

"It feels like this time you won't be able to survive." paused for a moment with the chest back down. Indeed, the wound in his heart never healed, although sometimes he realized that the loss of the Flower is not Gibran's fault, but his own fault. But there is something awkward when trying to be sincere, his love is still demanding.

The moon above was covered in dark clouds, reminiscent of spending long nights with the girl, returning home at dawn when the moon was hiding, reluctant to witness pleasant forbidden acts.

"How are you doing my flower?" when he was about to step on his yard. The long road to some of the corners did not feel far even though Raka walked, thinking about Flowers is still fun until now. Regretting once he cheated on her, so Bunga completely abandoned her.

"Where have you been?" the voice of the Goddess of his wife made Raka surprised, at three in the morning his wife was sitting on the terrace.

"I have business." Raka said in a high voice, Raka wanted his wife to go to sleep.

The Goddess only sighed in annoyance, for some reason lately the Goddess became incredulous. In addition to frequent daydreaming, Raka also locked her room like there was a secret from the Goddess.

But think back to when they were getting married. A shaman of the Dewi family said that never refute Raka if you are married later. The Goddess does not want to lose her husband.

Meanwhile, the young man named Gibran still remembered the meeting with Raka tonight, the man was not as scary as he used to be. But Gibran felt that Raka did not come home empty-handed. The nimble movement to catch the thief is not a nimble like the knowledge of karate or ordinary silat, of course he has a strong inner power.

If you can be suspicious, suddenly Raka is present in the full excitement of mystery in this village. But it's impossible that if they had anything to do with Raka, Gibran tried to think positively.

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in the morning.

"You want to take it?" Gibran approached the Flower, looking at him affectionately as usual. Seven years married his attitude has not changed.

"Aren't you busy?" tanya Bunga stretched out her hand hugging Gibran .

"Not really. Occasionally want to go together with you, mumpung Tiara again at Mother's house." Gibran chuckled back at Flower's embrace and kissed her forehead.

"We're dating." Flowers are chuckling.

"Yes." Yeah." Gibran grabs the car keys behind him, then goes alone with Bunga.

The morning market that has just been built in recent years looks crowded with residents from various neighboring villages. Everyone is busy buying their own needs, especially vegetables and so on.

"Flower wants to buy anything." Gibran did not let go of his hand in the company of his beloved wife.

"What masakin want?" Flowers back inquired, looking at the many meat options as well as the fish in front of them.

"Anything, if there are a lot of chickens in our house" said Gibran did have a lot of chicken in the back of their house, even deliberately asking someone special to take care of it.

Flowers chuckled, then picked a large fish to take home.

"In the cut of Mommy?" ask the seller to ask Flowers.

"Small sir" replied Bunga asking the seller to cut his fish.

"I want fish sir, but fast a little." a woman also chose the same fish, but closed her nose because she did not like the fishy smell.

"Sabar yes Ma'am, this has Mbak Bunga." replied the father of the fish seller.

The woman was agitated with her nose on the lid and then opened the wrong way. Maybe he was cravings so he did not like the smell of fish, looks from his stomach is already big, so thought Flowers.

"Just give it to me, sir, it's okay" said Bunga understood the woman was uncomfortable.

"Yes Ma'am." The seller put the fish into a plastic bag.

The woman turned to the Flower who was also smiling towards her, but unseen she returned a smile, even her eyes did not look happy.

"This is mbak." the seller gave it to the woman.

And the woman just left after laying down fifty thousand dollars.

"New people like him." said sell it. Flowers think the same.

Until noon later at Raka's house, Dewi was relaxing watching television.

"Goddess, Mas Mau went for a while to find a motorcycle for the go-go." Raka has changed clothes.

Raka passed leaving the Goddess out without waiting for an answer.

The goddess closed the door after the sound of Raka's car moved away.

The goddess headed for the front room in a hurry, entering the key she had taken when Raka was fast asleep.

The door was successfully opened.

The goddess smiled happily and was already impatient to go inside to see the contents, where knowing inside was the reason why Raka often daydreamed and did not wholeheartedly love her.

The door is wide open. His eyeballs captured a lot of photos inside there stuck to the wall like elementary school.

A step he entered and increasingly curious about who the woman was, until his feet felt stepping on something.

The goddess took the photo and saw it. His eyes did not blink looking at who was in the photo.

"He!" The goddess remembered the woman who was in the market this morning. His eyes back to look even closer to making sure his face was exactly the same.

The goddess thought more and more, her chest went up and down with a feeling of unworthiness.

"Goddess!" Raka's clash sounded terrible, surprising the Goddess who did not expect her husband to come back again.