GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Sister-in-law

While in a distant area, the place where Angga is located.

Early in the morning the young man had packed up, preparing to go home to his beloved hometown with some of his coworkers.

"When our project is still extended by one month Ngga" said one of them when they were in a taxi to the airport.

"Let it be Di, I'm not calm here. I feel that my niece and sister's wife are not okay." Angga replied with a serious face.

"Oah, worried about sister-in-law? Don't you want to get in bed." Another one followed up tempting Angga who just smiled.

"Yes, if it fits. Widow also if still smooth do not overstretch, pull Bang Angga."

There was laughter from the two people beside Angga. While the young man just shook his head while smiling.

"Eh, he's smiling. Don't-don't really? You see lately I've noticed she's getting nervous a lot."

They laugh at Angga.

Remembering his brother-in-law, he also remembered his sister. Angga looked far away, remembering how his sister fought for the Flower, even nearly dying. Angga.

'And now you are really taking lives.' he said in his heart.

If only Iyan had really come with him to work in Kalimantan, maybe none of that would have happened.

Angga took a breath. The feared thing finally happened without being able to do anything. Raka never gave up, men should be killed when he was helpless.

"Faster sir" Angga told the taxi driver they were riding in.

"Sabar Ngga, this is between the islands you know." they again meledek Angga, even the driver-laughs.

"So she's beautiful." said Angga increasingly make the three men bitter.

Of course he was just joking so that his two friends were satisfied to laugh. Although yes, Flowers are very beautiful in her memory.

Arriving at the airport, the two sat in waiting chairs. Play your phone before you get on the plane.

"Well, we'll only take a two-week break if there's no extra." his friend has hung up his phone and is getting ready to get on the plane.

"If two weeks of my business haven't been done yet, I'll have to let go of this project. Let you go forward." answered Angga also prepared.

"Darling, or do you really want to get married?" ask his friend again.

"Who's married, I don't have a boyfriend" Angga replied walking with two friends.

"Just your sister-in-law, let you calm down. No more fidgeting while working on the project." joked Didi again.

Angga laughs a little, they are too silly to always make flowers a joke.

"I've seen you video call your sister, you know, his wife is very beautiful." whispered Didi again.

"Basic crocodile." Angga stared intently at Didi.

"If you don't just love me. How, if he doesn't want to be with me?" Didi confirmed his white shirt.

"She doesn't want to." Angga answered by boarding the plane first.

Didi chuckled to see her friend not looking. It's just strange for him, at the age of 36 Angga does not intend to have a lover. In fact, in terms of appearance he is the most handsome of all the project workers.

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Finally the tired day ended as well, Raka came home from the store with a bad mood. There was no happiness in his heart, he was even annoyed because considering the Goddess was already at home, and a fight was bound to happen.

Sure enough, the woman who was carrying her child was sitting at the dinner table, waiting for Raka to come home.

"Have you gone home yet?" the reply was not to smile, rather to fear the selfish man.

"Yes." Yeah." Raka approached. "Why did you go to the shaman and harm the Flower child" said Raka staring intently.

"I don't mean to harm her, only I'm preventing you from getting back close." replied the Goddess softly. He couldn't be evasive if he had faced Raka.

"Nobody can prevent me from getting back close to the Flower, including you as well as anyone." - furious Raka to Dewi.

The Goddess tried to fight back, though somehow she had gained courage from nowhere.

"You won't understand!"

"I understand Mas. But, I will no longer stand in your way from now on, you can do as you please. Because I'm sure you'll never be together."

"Goddess!"

The clash that ended the husband and wife quarrel.

The goddess entered his room as Adzan reverberated, angry and resentful being enveloped him.

Open the bag and take something in there, an object familiar to shamanism, a small shrouded doll.

"Bunga binti Gutama" he said as he connected the spell that did not know what it sounded like.

His hand pressed against the puppet's chest.

"Aakh..."

Coinciding elsewhere, Melati held onto her suddenly claustrophobic chest.

"What's wrong Mom." asked Tiara to the flower who sat down with a pale face.

"No kid, just a little claustrophobic" he replied trying to stand up.

Flowers urung to the bathroom, the intention of wanting to pray but even can not just stand.

"What's wrong with me?" he said the more powerless to withstand tightness that over time turned sick.

"Tiara call Grandma ya ma'am." the little girl got off her chair.

"Later Tiara, this is still Maghrib." Prevent Flowers.

"But I'm sick" he said seeing Flowers grimacing in pain.

"Can I get you some warm water?" pinta Bunga to Tiara.

"For a moment, Mom." Tiara's headed for the kitchen.

"O Allah" said the flower in more pain, his chest felt like it was being pierced and on a very large rock.

"Mother!"

Tiara placed the glass filled with warm water and grabbed the body of the Flower that had been resting on the floor to endure the pain.

Tiara immediately ran out, without thinking again she headed for Yanto's house.

"Grandma!" he shouted straight in, coincidentally the door of the house was not locked.

"Tiara?" Yanto's wife was very surprised to find her granddaughter coming crying.

"Mother is sick, her chest hurts" Tiara said, crying.

The two parents looked at each other.

"Come on Ma'am." Yanto immediately took Tiara to his house.

"Flower." call her mother-in-law into the house of Flowers.

Flowers still fell on the floor in pain.

"O Allah is Nduk." Yanto grabbed the body of Bunga seeing how his daughter-in-law was doing.

"Uhugh.uhugh." she tried to pull out the tightness but couldn't.

"Astaghfirullah Nduk's. Istighfar, remember Allah." said Yanto again.

Flowers could only look at her two in-laws without being able to speak.

"He's on the line sir" said someone who had just arrived.

The flowers looked at him with hope.