GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

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"Let me try to let go" he said, sitting between Yanto and his wife.

For a moment he stared in confusion, looking at the pale face of the Flower, but also the tight chest of the Flower.

"Related!" his mother jolted to Angga who did nothing.

"That's how to remove the pebbles?" angga said increasingly confused. He was confused, scratching his head.

"Where do you know! The flowers are getting crowded."

"The pebbles are on Mom's chest, there's another broken needle" Angga said, not doing anything."

"Don't macem-macem." annoyed Yanto with his son who likes to joke.

"No sir, it means that the flower is told to sit down, and his back is facing here" he explained upsetting his mother as well.

Yanto's wife helped Bunga sit on Angga's back as he asked. As the more seconds passed, the more difficult the Flower was to move.

"Hold yes" said Angga again.the thin mustache man put one palm on the back of the Flower. Reading the verse of the chair and other prayers, he seemed to concentrate.

"Mom" said Bunga, feeling that something was moving inside his chest.

"Patience Nak." said her mother-in-law continues to hug Flowers.

"Dik's prayer, Istighfar." Angga ordered as he continued to pray.

Until a while later, the man who was still wearing the peci on his head sat cross-legged and continued to pray.

"Uhugh.uhugh.." The flowers are coughing, nausea, vomiting but nothing is removed. Just like being in the wind, the nausea was so pronounced, pushing like all the contents of the stomach were about to come out.

"Here is the white water, Uncle recited the prayer" Angga told his niece who stood tense.

Tiara took it, then handed it to Angga.

Flowers are better, no longer sick but tightness is still left.

"Mual Ma'am" she told her mother-in-law.

"Ga nothing, soon to heal! God willing." said her mother-in-law stroking the back of the flower.

"Drink let it diminish."

Angga was finished and gave the glass to the flower.

"spent." His mother drank the water to the flowers.

"Thank you Mom, Mas Angga." said Bunga turned to Angga who still looks confused looking at Flowers.

"Yes, next time you have to be careful. Don't daydream a lot and talk less with anyone other than family." Angga looked at the clear eyes of the Flower slightly, there was sadness, worry and much more there. Angga knew that one of his sorrows was Gibran's departure.

"Yes Mas." she answered and then sat on the sofa to help her mother-in-law.

While in another house, Dewi was sleeping by leaning on a pile of pillows. His eyes looked at one point but his mind glared far away.

"I hope you'll cut the flowers soon." she smiled cynically.

But the smile that had just risen was suddenly gone because the bag located inside the open closet was moving, something exploded inside. Shocking Goddess to scream shut her ears.

His breath went up and down with a pale face. "What's that?" he said he saw a bag not far from him. Worried that Raka heard, she ventured immediately to move and see the contents of her bag.

"Don't" he said again stretched out his index finger so that his bag was more open. Worried there was something even he thought fear there was fire in it.

The pregnant woman dropped her bag on the floor, feeling safe when she picked it up again.

Tense and afraid, his hands trembled and took the thing that had suddenly become a very guarded item since returning from the shaman's house.

"Geez!"

The narrowed eyes suddenly widened perfectly, immediately reaching for the two-fingered doll, clarifying her vision, bringing the doll closer to her face.

"Damn." he said then looked agitated. The doll's chest was hollow in the middle of her chest.

"Mas Raka?" he said he thought Raka was with Bunga.

But it doesn't feel like it, because Raka is angry and somehow the selfish man is where.

Dewi immediately keeps his sacred goods again, hoping that tomorrow after Raka goes to the store he can contact his family's flagship Shaman.

That night, Bunga slept with his mother-in-law and Tiara, while his father-in-law was still sitting in front of the Television with Angga.

"Aren't you tired of Le?" ask Yanto to his son.

"No sir, Wong got on the plane tired. Continue to take a taxi to the front of the house." he smiled at the old man.

"Yes, even if you get on a plane but your journey is far away" Yanto replied, starting to lie on a thin mattress where Tiara used to watch and nap.

"It's also going to sleep, it's just hard" he answered looking at the entire corner of the Flower house.

"Why?" ask Yanto curiously.

"The aura of this house is dark, sir. Bunga just stay at the house of the Father for a while."

"Darkly how, people he diligently pray really." said his father defended Bunga.

"The day he did not pray here, nor did he ever teach. And it seems like there is a lot of magic already piling up. Whether it is spread through spells, water sprinkles, long-distance shipments, and so on. Long-long Flowers and Tiara can be sickly." explained Angga again.

"Yes, tomorrow I will take him home." Yanto approved Angga's proposal.

In the end, everyone in the house fell asleep in their own positions. No exception Angga the last closed his eyes.

"Mas Angga?" someone's voice called out to him from a distance away.

Angga turned to the source of the voice by squinting, faintly visible, but then glare and could not also see it.

"Who?" tanya Angga turned her head with crossed hands, closing her eyes.

She did not speak, only looked so beautiful, her lips were tiny, fresh red like a ripe cherry. His nose was sharp, his eyes were round and clear, his facial skin smooth and pure white.

Not to mention that he blinked, the woman's hair was blown in the wind and drifted further astounded him.

"Finally you came also Mas Angga" he said subtly, like he had heard it.

"Yes, I am indeed going home" Angga replied by the eyebrows, trying to remember who the beautiful woman was.

"It's me." he said again smiling very sweetly.

His steps drew closer, drawing closer until the glare of his eyes looked.

"flower?" said Angga like seeing the shadow of a Flower in a place full of light, making the glare of his eyes.

"It's not me, it's me."

Suddenly the blinding light turned dim, before long it turned dark. And appeared a black figure with two pointed fangs sticking out in his mouth.

He smiled, then turned into a handsome man once.

He stretched out his hand, taking Angga to shake hands.

"Well, you're home here?" said Angga did not receive a helping hand of men so-the incident.

"I'm here every day Mas Angga. Ever since Gibran left, I've been guarding this house as well as Tiara's." she replied calmly.

"Eh! This danger." Angga put up the horses will attack the man.

"Don't Mas Angga" he said echoed, calling it Mas Angga.

"I'm not your Mas." annoyed Angga left the man so-so events.

"Mas Angga!" shouted again.

Angga woke up with bad breath, his sweat poured like running out.

"Mas Angga."

"When did I become Mas Mu?"

The words that made the Flower were extremely shocked.