GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Fake death

Thirty minutes ago, Raka lamented her helpless, useless self. Guilt and heartache still linger in the heart, instead of decreasing even more stabbing pain.

"Flowers" he said shedding tears.

Regretting why it used to not really take care of the innocent girl's heart. The watery eyes looked up at the ceiling of the room in blue, only wondering when time could turn back.

"I'm sorry Flower, my sin for you is too much." He was crying for himself.

Not once did he bet his life just to reclaim Bunga, but many times he also failed and was heartbroken again.

Remembering Joko said, Jin was only hoping to feel happy even if only for a moment.

Now he realized, the happiness that he had felt for a moment and passed, now he had no chance to feel all that.

"I hate my life." He's bowed.

Samar sees the hair scissors on the dresser of his wife Goddess. The dizzy head was increasingly revolving in the contents with various kinds of thoughts, complicated and difficult. He tried to stand up as hard as he could, then stretched out his hand to grab the object.

The trembling hand was slowly gripping tightly, grasping and lifting. Prepare to do reckless things, end the life that made him tormented.

"Yetoooo."

The tip of the sharp object almost penetrates the skin, but a force holds it. Hitting her chest and pulling her away deep through the long darkness, a strange place that inexplicably made Raka shudder in horror.

Stranger and scary, and when looking back can see nothing but darkness. Of course to go home he has no way.

"We will stay here forever" said Nyi Roro Ayu holding Raka into a cave in which there is a room like a palace.

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While in the room of the mansion, a handsome figure whose face was bruised lay on the floor. His legs were straight open his arms stretched out like he had just felt pain.

Many residents who came to the residence of Raka Wijaya who died suddenly. The horrendous sad news was certainly up in the ears of Angga and Bunga who had just finished praying together in the Maghrib.

"Mas, does it have anything to do with us?" asked Bunga who suddenly grabbed Angga's arm.

"If God has called." answered Angga, looking worriedly at the flower.

"Yes, but..."

Flowers think a lot. He had wanted Raka dead and hurt because he married Angga. But after the news was heard, he felt sinful.

"Don't you say yesterday that you want to see Raka tormented and die like your husband Gibran?" tanya Angga holds the hand of Flowers that are still not separated from the arm of Angga because of fear.

"Yes" he replied shuddering in horror at Raka's passing.

"Ajal has already picked you up, not because of what you said or because we were married. But it was his fate that he would die at the time he had signed before he was born into the world. We are too." explained Angga again.

"That's an opportunity in narrowness, calming and seducing" said Joko quipped Angga.

Of course only Angga heard and saw it.

"Why did he die?" tanya Angga spoke inwardly.

"He's not dead, but he was brought by his girlfriend last night" replied Joko.

"What are you really?" Angga was in disbelief but then nodded, it was fitting that Joko looked calm when her best friend died.

"Eh, last night I asked for your help?" Angga stared intently at the genie who was sitting casually in the house.

"Hehe.." Joko smiled sweetly.

"Don't expect." Angga snorted in annoyance, embracing the Flower into the front room.

"Mas Angga does not serve?" asked Bunga slowly, did not refuse the warm treatment of the very adult man.

"No." she shut the door.

"But someone died?" The flowers seem curious.

"Tomorrow, all to the funeral." Angga invited Bunga to sit on the bed together.

Flowers just nodded, though curious about the state of Raka who died suddenly, she could not possibly force Angga to leave tonight.

"Rest, tomorrow we go together." Angga patted the pillow on the bed.

"Yes" he answered slowly and according to.

'For example, why am I the one who doesn't dare to sleep.' Orchid scratched his head. He just sat back to the flower.

"Mas."

Hearing the subtle call made Angga have a chance to turn his head and get closer. "What?" tanya Angga facing his wife.

"When Mas Angga returned to Kalimantan, isn't Mas Raka now dead?" tanya Bunga looked at the ceiling of her late husband's house.

"Yes, a few days. We will still go with Tiara." she replied looking at the face that looked worried.

Flowers were silent for a moment.

"Why?" ask Angga and lie down to face the flower.

"It's okay, Mom. Just feel alien there. Not to mention I can't help anything, instead Mas Angga would bother having to take care of me and Tiara." The flowers smiled a little.

"And I want to. I want you to come and always be close to me. Of course I'll take care of everything, you and Tiara. Nephew at once.., child, ..., we." he said a little doubtfully.

The flower smiled again, then lowered its head with all sorts of thoughts and feelings.

"Sleep." Ordered Angga again, not wanting Bunga to think much.

"Mas Angga sleepy?" tanya Flowers sound plain.

"No, just let you be more calm. It's too soon." he explained again, which then the Flower nodded.

Raka is gone...

That is what is in the mind of the flower when it closes its eyes. But unlike the Angga who are still worried about Flowers and Tiara. Not only about Raka who could have returned, but the Goddess who hated him could have repeated his actions again. Especially if Raka died after they got married.

Smooth breath regularly decorate the room of his sister's house, he smiled looking at the innocent face of the former sister-in-law who is now the soul mate of Angga. "You are beautiful" he said, pulling the hair that dangled blocking the face of the flower.

Let him sleep well until morning. Making Flowers feel comfortable is more important nowadays. Angga understood very well with the heart of his wife who still loved his sister very much.

'Maybe immediately go to Kalimantan, in order to start all from the beginning, a new life with a new atmosphere. New bride.' Angga chuckled to himself

Of course a man will find it difficult to resist the desire to have, moreover he is already a legitimate wife.

In a distant foreign place. Joko was sneaking into the cave that looked crowded people inside. His human body walked slowly through the wall, looking for the whereabouts of his best friend Raka.