GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

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Raka held onto his chest, he tried to get up with his remaining energy. His legs were fluttering backwards but not blurred. He set his breath to gather another power.

His hand moved upwards, as if it was summoning the wind and making the dried leaves clump quickly.

Of course making Angga retreat to avoid the scattered leaves blocking his vision even the peci in his head to fly somewhere.

Angga does not stay still, looks relaxed but like his shield appears to turn on the light again.

"You must be dead." furious Raka with eyes glistening red, her hair that was quite long came floating around making her face even scarier.

"Raka Stop!" Joko shouted unable to get close.

"It's too late" he said, advancing with a gagging wind.

The atmosphere was gripping, the trees around them were swaying back and forth due to the energy blows and the shields of Angga fighting each other.

Several times the sound of explosions was heard making the gosong of wooden branches around them.

The ambition to defeat Angga really controlled Raka Wijaya, he did not care the consequences of the attack without calculations that could make him helpless after this.

"Strike me Stupid!" irked Raka did not see the movement of Angga.

Staying in position, Angga only took refuge in the light that wrapped around him. Letting Raka continue to attack until a while later,...

Raka's attack began to loosen, his power began to drain completely. And finally he fell limp.

"I'm too good to let you live" Angga said, approaching Raka. His hands clenched, his pitch-black eyes staring intently at Raka's chest. The part where Raka made her sister's heart black, matured perfectly.

Joko approaches trying to help Raka, but Angga's hand hits Raka faster.

Wuzzhhh

The goose just hit empty air.

"Eh, there's a demon." Joko's voice made Angga turn his head where the genie was looking.

Looks like a beautiful woman is hugging Raka's limp body. He moved quickly like flying, then leaned Raka's body on the big tree.

His eyes stared intently at Angga and Joko, his graceful steps slowly approaching.

"Stop him Nyi!" Raka's orders.

But instead smiling happily, his eyes sparkled for a moment. "I like young men who are virgins."

"Eh."

Joko and Angga closed the core together.

"I see that there." Joko went awry closing both her legs.

"What he said was me." Angga told Joko, realizing his attitude was a little exaggerated.

"I am also still the virgin Mas Angga." replied Joko did not want to miss.

The woman's shrill laughter again made the two standby.

"We're playing around, I'm not going to finish you off." rayu Nyi Roro Ayu persuaded Angga.

"I have nothing to do with you." Angga replied not responding.

"But I'm interested, you're very handsome" he said again staring at every inch of Angga's face up close. And his finger raised could not help but touch his handsome face.

Angga glared sharply, at once his white shield appeared, and made Nyi Roro Ayu bounce far away.

"Aaakkhhhh." As attacked he felt his body burning.

Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Angga instead stepped forward, he wanted to know who exactly the woman was.

"You who?" ask the woman who is now stepping back.

"People" he answered as if he were acquainted.

Nyi Roro Ayu kicked Angga to stop approaching, he did not want to take the risk, grabbed Raka's limp body and immediately disappeared.

"Who is he?" ask Angga to Joko.

"Go home, tired." Angga held on with Joko's arm to get home as fast as lightning.

Joko smiled happily, with a face she nodded many times. Then it disappeared into Gibran's house.

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At 08:30. The marriage of Angga and his former sister-in-law will be carried out in a simple manner at the house of Bunga.

Remember when Angga brought his sister to get married at the house of uncle Aryo so that Raka does not mess up. Now she is the bride of her man.

Angga was already sitting with a neat suit attached to his dashing body. While Flowers have just come out with simple makeup yet look perfect. Her beautiful face and nice body made Angga barely blink that morning.

He smiled thinly. 'This is how it feels to be married. After fighting last night fighting with Raka, the aches and pains all over the joint immediately went to see the face of ayu who would soon become a wife.'

"Can we start." the voice of the ruler made the atmosphere orderly and Angga immediately improved more firmly sitting opposite Gutama, the future in-law.

Their hands were tightly knit, putting on steady ears and hearts. "I accept the marriage and marriage of Bunga binti Gutama with the dowry paid, cash!"

"Well!" simultaneously some people say, accompanied by the sentence hamdalah of everyone.

A sigh of relief rang out from some of the elders in the room, a smile of peace also decorating after the two men became husband and wife.

A soul mate is full of mystery, some are fighting to death to get the love of the heart, but even eventually left.

Some give everything in order not to stay away, but eventually retreat by themselves.

And many more.

"Now you are my wife" Angga told Bunga, who still bowed more often. Angga raised the chin that was always hiding it.

"Yes Mas Angga." he replied slowly.

"No need to act like that, I'm going awry." Angga released the face of the Flower, occasionally also rubbing his own nape.

"I'm ashamed of Mas." he answered, increasingly making Angga dag-dig-du himself.

"Yes, let's go for a walk." Angga grabbed Bunga's hand to get him into the car. Hope that sunny afternoon can melt the atmosphere that is still stiff.

While in the other house, the helpless body was really pitying. His eyes were reluctant to open, his body was lazy to move, confusing the Goddess who could only sit holding Raka's hand.

"I told you, stop chasing women who no longer love you" said Dewi slowly.

Raka opened her eyes a little.

"Now he is happy, married to someone else and you are suffering helplessly." continued Dewi again.

"Turn my schedule for surgery, and I have to go home to get ready. Forgive the Goddess who can't take care of Mas Raka. I'll have the neighbor's aunt take care of your needs."

Raka grabs the Goddess' hand, but doesn't talk.

"I'm going to give birth to our son. And he's too big to be born normally."

It seemed that he was prepared, even the usual bag was ready on the table.

Raka looked at him complicatedly. "Sorry." he said.

The goddess smiled slightly, then hugged Raka. "I'm going, Mas, I hope you recover quickly and catch up to see our son."

I don't know why the last words of Dewi made Raka's heart ache.

Dusk that begins to disappear, often changes a person's mood. Had been happy and happy, suddenly became sad and remembered sin.

It was full of laughter, arrogant and feeling great, suddenly remembered God and afraid to die.

That is how nature changes the heart of man, according to the almighty will, God is the one who turns the heart upside down.

"Toloooooonggg.....!!! a long and frightened shout rang out from the mansion, an old woman shouted loudly.