GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Wants to have you

"Old people still like to lie, not penance already smells of soil." annoyed Joko still cursing, did not stop teasing the old Aki, until he immediately went home.

"He's afraid of Joko." Raka said inwardly.

"Yes good."

Joko gets out of the house, and Raka comes out after saying goodbye.

"Why can there be such a creature, instead of you always being faithful to guard the Tiara?" Raka was very curious about the recent incident.

"So Tiara was sleeping when I went to look for food. I'm hungry for one week without eating" Joko told Raka.

"Eat him home if you want to eat, in my wardrobe there is a flower oil keepsake, to throw thirst" said Raka remained focused driving.

"I forgot, but I didn't forget that your wife was going to the shaman's house. He already knows your intention of wanting to get the Flower."

"What?"

Raka was so surprised, that she accidentally braked suddenly.

"You're too busy taking care of Flowers, so you don't know your wife is crying out of heartache because you see you're paying too much attention to Flowers."

Raka seemed to think, she had never been alone outside with Flowers. Or maybe? Raka patted her forehead.

"You are not destined to be paired with Bunga, Raka" said Joko increasingly confused Raka.

"I'll keep fighting for the Flower." he looked down sad.

Joko turns her best friend, she can feel how Raka's heart really is. Love is indeed a word that is difficult to explain its meaning, but so broad if described it feels. Joko knows exactly that feeling, even for the first time she falls in love, even to Tiara who is a human child. It was more painful than Raka.

Nekat, like Raka.

He used to think that way, often. But it's heartless to sacrifice the beloved Tiara Andini.

"You must know what it's like to hear fate say you can't have a woman you love so much. Very sick Jok." he said to make the genie beside him sniff sharply.

"Jak-jok, jak-jok. Yoko!" she screamed in Raka's ear.

"Yes." Yeah." Raka refused to scold him. His heart is not okay.

Joko leaned in, she was thinking too. Staring at the darkening streets, he imagined a beautiful future, even for a moment.

"I also hope to have a beautiful future even for a moment" said Raka knew what Joko was thinking.

"That's impossible, let alone your position already has Dewi" said Joko again.

"I'll ask the Goddess to come home soon. He must be taught a lesson already dare to act recklessly." annoyed Raka put forward again his car, he wanted to immediately arrive to contact Dewi.

"Yes, don't let me strangle your wife." annoyed Joko as well.

"Why don't you do it?"

"In his stomach is your son!" joko yelled at the selfless man.

While at Bunga's house, the atmosphere began to improve, Tiara was already conscious and was eating in Flower's bribe.

"Tiara why?" asked Flower softly, occasionally stroking Tiara's smooth cheeks, pure white fusion of herself and Gibran.

"Tiara is like being lost in a deserted garden, there was a flower garden, but after dark. And there's a ghost chasing Tiara, she's creepy" he said, bringing his seat closer to Bunga.

"Tiara didn't read the prayer?" ask Bunga while entertaining.

"Forgot Mom" he said after dinner.

"Yes, tomorrow I don't work. Tiara also doesn't have to go to school for a few days, rest." Flowers stroking Tiara's hair.

"Yes Ma'am, Tiara's head still feels dizzy" he replied back leaning on his bed.

"Yes, yes, soon sleep when the Maghrib." Flowers came out of his room, all ablution and prayer.

Her heart was pounding considering Raka's lustful face, after all she was a normal woman, still young and memorized by such activities, moreover having done so with Raka.

No hypocrite, even occasionally in his happy marriage, he still imagined how he and Raka had made love.

It is difficult to forget the sins that became a habit at that time, always come shadowing like a ghost that comes without cues. Had to think whether the sin could not be forgiven from the almighty so that it continued to interfere with his memory.

Return to grieving, and it is not only once, throughout life a delicious sin always makes him afraid.

"Maybe not work first in order to avoid Mas Raka."

He grabbed Raka's jacket looking at him for so long. His breath rose and fell as the man's distinctive scent burst up into his nostrils.

There was warmth in his heart, not being able to lie he also missed the man.

"Mas Raka" he said, feeling pain in his heart.

Between conscious and not, his heart was opposed to also accepting simultaneously. One side tries to keep Gibran in mind and loves him. But one side even attacked, the miss was created so deep. The flower clasped the jacket tightly, unconsciously even sleeping he hugged it.

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Bright morning after rain and lights off all night. Flowers on the terraces of residents blooming, no exception, which accidentally grew on the edge of the village road also helped them add to the atmosphere of joy when passing through it. As Raka who was smiling was happy to be back close to Bunga, she could call him a lover again.

But disappointed when he arrived at his shop, the flower shop was still tightly closed.

"Didn't he come in after Tiara got sick yesterday?" he looked at the flower shop.

Raka again contacted Dewi this morning, her sense of regret was piled up when last night even her mother-in-law who received the call Raka.

"Halo Mas Raka." said Dewi sounding nervous and scared.

"Home today as well, I already sent an invitation half an hour ago" Raka said without further ado.

"But Mas, instead of later you will follow after the seven-monthly event the day after." The goddess tries to avoid going home quickly.

"Go home or don't come home forever!"

"Yes, I'm home" she replied quickly.

"Good!" Raka smiled cynically. He wanted the Goddess to quickly arrive and scold him.

He went back out of the Shop, seeing that there was a mobile number of the Flower-owned store plastered on the top banner.

He knew once that the number belonged to Gibran, of course it now belonged to the Flower.

Long time the call is connected, until several times later lifted.

"Flower." call Raka quick.

"Yes." looks like Bunga.sidang surprised, did not expect to hear Raka's voice.

"You didn't open the store?" ask Raka .

"Open up, but you're gone. I accompanied Tiara for a few days." replied Bunga.

"Oh." answered Raka sounding disappointed.

"What's wrong, Mom?" tanya Bunga was astonished by the unexpected phone call from Raka.

"That's okay, I'm afraid because yesterday you didn't open the store" Raka guessed.

"Actually yes, I'm not comfortable with that kind of atmosphere. Don't let it happen again."

"I'm sorry, I just miss you so much. I would love to have you. Do you not wish to grant my intention to have you? Say, what do I have to be like?"