GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Buku

"Mas." call Flowers when Angga is about to leave for work.

"Yes" answered Angga, breathing heavily, knowing what his wife would talk about.

"I'm worried, I can't refuse. What say?" tanya Bunga hugged Angga's arm tightly, at times like this she remembered her husband Gibran.

"He's grown up, yeah, that's right." Angga sat on a wooden chair near the door, facing the Flower that always looked beautiful, but was a little anxious this morning. "We leave it to God, we can only try to prevent it."

"When we go back to the village how? Does Mas Angga not mind?" said the Flower who seemed to have thought about it for a long time.

Angga stared clear at the eyes of Flowers, his lips shriveled, maybe he was afraid Angga would disagree.

A firm and bold figure, in contrast to the gentler and more compassionate Gibran. Although the matter of affection Angga is not inferior to the late Gibran, but maybe because it is accustomed to the way Gibran treats it so that there is a certain awkwardness when wanting something big.

"If you want to go home? Can it be what?" the answer is to understand what the flower feels.

"Mas don't mind, do you?" ask the flowers again.

The man smiled, then hugged the Flower to get closer.

"Absolutely not. It's heavy if it's far from you" he said a little seduce.

"It's not upside down Mas, I'm afraid far from you. What's more our status when we got married, it made me not confident until now" he replied smiling but erroneously.

Angga so laughs to hear it, there is pride in hearing the expression of the heart of the wife, but actually not like that, Angga even more afraid of Flowers taken people.

"I'm a bachelor, but you're beautiful, prettier than the girls who like to glance at Mas." Angga explained.

"No, someone glanced at me!" Flowers pursed her lips.

"Past sweetheart, now where is there. My wife is prettier, it's hard to get you." she told Bunga again.

"It wasn't me who said we were married." replied the more spoiled Flower hugged Angga.

"Yes, because I want to be your husband. If it wasn't like that, how could you be here with me now."

"Mas Angga can most." The flower rests its head on the chest of the field of Angga, enjoying a happy whole, although sometimes there is a block if you remember Gibran, there is guilt for happiness.

"Mas didn't leave this." Angga reminded the increasingly comfortable Flower in the arms of Angga.

"Eh, sorry Mas." Flowers blushed in shame.

"No apologies, I love it." Angga kissed his wife's forehead. "Later tonight we continue." he whispered, making the flower more misbehavior. "On that matter, later in the afternoon we will talk again, yes, with Tiara as well."

"Yes, it's." Bunga just nodded obediently, as she ushered in the departure of her husband Angga.

While Tiara is at school.

The teenage girl was sitting alone under an ornamental tree in her school yard. Not too shady but comfortable.

It was fun to look at the blue sky, there was a beautiful shadow engraved there, although all that was seen in his eyes was a cluster of clouds that then broke apart.

Recalling her childhood in the hometown, she loved the atmosphere there. Samar reflected the beautiful days there with the atmosphere always feels happy. Even the solitude in the village felt very comfortable, much different from where he currently was.

Feeling that he had a close friend, who imagined how he was holding his hand. Although there was actually nothing, he became confused himself over this unwarranted longing.

Thinking about all that, then turning around the bag that was on his back, opened it and picked up something inside.

His finger began to open the pages of the book he always carried. Then the index and middle fingers are outstretched, rubbing the writing that is still bright even though the paper is no longer clean.

"Joko & Andini."

Then he looked back at the sky.

"How are you, Joko Arya Wardana?"

He smiled faintly, enjoying the gust of wind that suddenly swept across his hair child.

"Huh." He breathed a breath that was always heavy.

Occasionally looking left and right, he saw many of his friends were joking, selfie ria with male friends. Somehow he was reluctant to establish a serious relationship with anyone, feeling they would not be able to make him happy, not in accordance with his wishes.

"The beautiful Andini, we took a photo together." classmates approached, then pointed the camera at their faces, it turns out that behind them there were many people who took selfies together.

"Congratulations, you got a scholarship, it's one of the best campuses in Jakarta." one of the young men approached Tiara.

"Yes, there's a plan." he answered with a young man named Sholeh.

"Why not just here, I'm sad you know we're leaving" said the young man again.

"There are still many other friends" replied Tiara turned her best friend.

"But not you." he smiled but there was sadness. "I like it with you. Not just like it, but love." obviously do not want to lose the opportunity to express the contents of the heart that has been repeatedly.

"We're not adults yet, don't talk about love." Tiara chuckles.

"Hem, you've always been like that." Sholeh was disappointed, but could do nothing.

Tiara smiled again, shaking her head with expressions of love that she never took seriously.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" ask sholeh again.

"No Sholeh, I want to focus on learning." replied Tiara gently.

"Then who's Joko's name?" the young man pointed to the book that Tiara had always been carrying everywhere.

"Well!"

"He's your childhood friend yeah, fell in love since childhood rich in movies." guess again.

Tiara was smiling again.

Honestly, he himself was curious about the book in his hand. Aryan's shadow is always passing by, but not so special. Who is that frequent annoyance for?

Even in the nights that sometimes make him wake up suddenly. There is a melodious voice that is often disturbing, reminding words of promise not to forget each other. And there is a happy shadow even though no one is with whom.

Strange, but then not strange when used to it, even strange if not felt in his dreams. Deep longing, excessive love, even feel like being pampered, and it all makes him feel at home to fall asleep longer. No one knows that it's the thing that often makes him wake up.

Added to that is his father's story, about a Jin who fell in love with him while still in the village. Instead of being afraid, it invited curiosity in his heart.

"I want to see, what kind of face does Jin dare to love me?"