GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

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Where there was a widowed woman who followed her brother to a faraway island.

Flowers were still pensive at the thought of Angga's words that afternoon.

"Where is Nduk, mother does not want to be far from you let alone Tiara" replied her mother-in-law who was sitting holding Tiara in the morning later.

"But what Mas Angga said is true, Mom, I don't want Tiara to be a victim." replied Bunga also looks confused.

"Mother also objected. You are the only child Mother, if you leave then we who are old will be very lonely" said Ibu Nur, mother of Flowers who is also visiting.

"If you follow your decision, it's best for you and Tiara. You don't want to lose again like Gibran who died suddenly."

Yanto gazed at the distant sky, his old eyes still very sad with the death of Gibran his adoptive son who was kind and polite, always filial even though not a real child.

"Mother doesn't want to sir." His wife was sad.

Silence later, until the figure of Angga came out of the house Gibran with a fresh face after bathing, walking towards the terrace of his mother's house.

"Gga, here." Yanto patted the floor where they were sitting together that morning.

"Yes sir" he answered smiling kindly at the two Flower parents.

"Say, Bunga wants to come with you to Kalimantan." Father Flower started the conversation.

"It is not the flowers who want to come, sir, but Angga who invites." answered Angga firmly.

What a bold answer, just like Gibran who is always firm and responsible.

"Yes, anyone who invites or wants to come. But it feels inappropriate to just go with this status. Moreover, Flowers are now your sister's widow." Yanto went straight to the heart of the men's conversation.

"But there is no choice sir, if only go from this village obviously Raka will pursue again." Angga replied also confirmed what was his concern.

"Yes, you know." replied Yanto then nodding.

Similarly Gutama, Bunga's father also nodded. But then the two looked at each other.

"If you have agreed to go to Kalimantan, you agree." said Yanto later.

"That's best sir." Angga replied happily.

"We'll marry them Friday's heart later."

"What?" say them simultaneously.

Flowers and Angga were very surprised, both of them looked at each other with their mouths open.

"I agree." Gutama replied in a relaxed voice.

"Sir." Bunga wanted to protest with the chatter that ended up playing the match.

"Other than Mother." Yanto's wife even said with a perfect big smile.

While Angga scratching his head which is clearly not itchy because it was washed out.

"Zinc...!" yelled Joko who could not get close because there was Bidara on the porch of the house. The handsome genie sat on the roof of Gibran's house by bending his face.

"Flower excuse me first Ma'am." suddenly Bunga lowered his head and then passed towards his house.

"Bunga." call his mother to understand well if his son is sad.

"Ikut Dek." Yanto's wife also went to pursue Bunga with Nur's mother.

It looked fine, but upon reaching his home he shed sorrow over Gibran's loss.

The shadow when with a beloved husband can not be forgotten. He was a perfect man who was willing to accept the lack of Flowers. He who knows all the good and bad flowers. He who could sacrifice anything for the Flower, even almost lost his life because of him.

"I just love you Mas, I don't want to share my love for you" she said in tears leaning against the wall.

"Flower." his mother's voice called.

But no matter what, he just wanted to cry at this moment.

"Flower." softly her mother again.

"I'm sorry Mom." her mother-in-law also spoke.

"I just love Mas Gibran Bu" he said bitterly.

"Mom knows Nak." answered her mother-in-law hugging Flowers.

"But if you stay here, over time you will forget about Gibran and love Raka back." explained his mother also rubbed the shoulders of Flowers.

"I don't want Mom either" she replied.

"Raka does not recognize rejection. He still judges the past." replied his mother again.

"We are only giving way that maybe you will be happy. A marriage is a bond to protect, to keep away from things. Calm the soul and everything contains worship."

"Mother is not pushy either, just want you to think about it." the two mothers who are already grandmothers took turns calming Flowers.

"The answer doesn't need to be now." Her mother-in-law wiped her daughter-in-law's tears.

It is strange that this way of life. Flowers looked up at the ceiling of his house, imagining the times with Gibran for eight years, they were always happy.

And now.

"Well, I'll marry my husband's sister." Flowers shudder.

Until that night, Bunga remained at his home alone. Don't get off the couch where they used to be.

"Mas Gibran" he said slowly.

"Sorry."

Even the voice of Angga who said, enough to make the dreamy woman surprised.

"I want us to talk."

The lady sits on the sofa opposite the flower.

"Just talk Mas." he replied lowered his head, since this morning's conversation, he became completely wrong dealing with Angga.

"You're sure Gibran died because of a thief?" tanya Angga looked straight at his sister-in-law.

The flower looked up slightly, staring at the unblinking eyes of the Angga eagle. "I don't know Mas." she replied slowly.

"Actually I didn't see either, but I felt sure it all had something to do with Raka."

"What did Mas Angga mean, Raka did?" tanya Bunga looked seriously.

Angga just smiled thinly. "What I know is that. I had a fight with Raka, that's why she didn't open her shop." Angga explained.

"Astaghfirullah Mas." The flower covered her own mouth, her clear eyes shed tears, even from the beginning she was already suspicious.

"Gibran doesn't want you to stay close to Raka."

"I don't want to either. I want him to also feel what I feel, what Mas Gibran feels. I want him dead!" Flower stood up with a gaze full of anger, this whole life was the first time he looked as angry as that night.

"Deadening someone is not our right. But stay away from it, avoid it, we can do." Angga replied looking calm, of course because he had beaten Raka.

"But retaliating for what he has done does not include sin."

"Hush! Where's that hadith from?" Angga asked Bunga to sit down.

"I really want him to be tormented. I want her to suffer like I did, like Tiara who lost her father." said Bunga.

"Then you remarry, and he will suffer and be tormented." Angga replied, putting a match that had just become a toy on his finger, reaching for the water available on the table.

"All right, we're married."

"Puphhht....!"

"Basic mode." annoyed Joko when the water from Angga's mouth accidentally hit his face.