GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Come meet

Like a confused person, he looked around looking for the figure of the man who gave the bag containing the clothes.

"Who are you looking for?" tanya Tari also took a look around the woman's toilet.

"There was a Tar guy, he gave me this." Tiara lifted the grocery bag in her hand.

"Seriously? Where's he going?" Dance is curious.

Tiara shakes.

Until after the five people studied together, Tiara came home feeling left behind in the cafe. It felt like I wanted to stay there, looking for the whereabouts of the man who had given her clothes. Tiara held onto the clothes she was wearing.

The night will be long gone when the grown virgin is in love.

"His handsome." she smiled to herself as she threw her slender body on the bed.

Elsewhere, a man was smiling alone. Staring at his reluctant right hand moved and just kept it that way from an hour ago.

"Andini" he said smiling again, his eyes slightly glazed, with a sense of blooming happy at once haru because after a long time, finally able to hold the delicate hand again.

Taking a deeper breath, closing his eyes and remembering how the girl also liked him, shook his hand. I want Joko to hold her tight.

"I have to see him." said Joko then looked at one point, the eyeball showed how the beautiful Tiara was currently lying agitated at the thought of her.

His lips were interested, seeing where the boy was currently fast asleep in the other room.

"Andini." call her to walk in a gallant step, approaching the beautiful girl somewhere that feels ordinary even though foreign to the eye.

"Mas Jo." call her look happy.

Joko smiled happily, then looked at Tiara very closely. "Joko" he said slowly, sounding romantic and making the soul tremble.

"Joko?" tiara asked incessantly the two looked at each other.

"Yes, Joko Arya Wardana. Your lover." Joko raises her hand, touching the obstructing hairdresser on one side of Tiara's face. Of course everything he did always created an unusual feeling, even the barely touching treatment of the skin made Tiara float.

"You are so beautiful" said Joko again getting closer, breathing Tiara who was getting nervous.

"Mas is also handsome, Tiara likes it." he replied feeling the wind was hitting his face.

Joko grabs Tiara's slender body to lean back in her arms, sucking up the fragrant scent of Tiara's hair that she had always longed for.

The long position of reassurance lasts, the silence of each other enjoy the beauty of falling in love. The longing that had been ten years pent up finally fused together as well.

The sky is so beautiful tonight, the stars scattered and blinking beautifully join in happily over the meeting that somehow happened because of what, where and why. The restless heart is over.

"Mas." call Tiara subconsciously reaching out at Joko's waist.

"What?" tanya Joko then sees Tiara's face getting Ayu hit by the moonlight.

"It seems we've met before. But where?" tanya Tiara looked up at Joko's handsome face.

"Yes, I'm not always with you, but it's always in your heart." Joko paused her speech. "She hugged you, too, like this." Joko asks Tiara to turn her back, then hugs from behind and rests her head on Tiara's soft back.

"I never forgot it." Joko closed her eyes with that half-bending position.

Similarly, Tiara who was drifting with an unusual taste, for a lifetime she just felt it all.

"I don't want this night to go by." said Tiara really liked the beautiful atmosphere with Joko.

"We will always be like this, I will always be in your heart, filling in every stream of your breath, grabbing your love, making you happy" said Joko then dyed Tiara's hair and tightened her arms.

But there is sadness in Joko's last words, she is not sure forever can make Tiara happy.

I don't know, in the midst of the happy called both, there is still sadness, worry about the future that separates them.

'What the hell, I'm ready to get hurt just to love you in a little time.' Joko closed her eyes, letting Tiara recline to sleep again after waking up a little from the beautiful dreamland, a dream Joko created to let go of longing.

Limply...

Back to sleep close your eyes, try to regulate your breath and gather energy.

"Surprisingly, I'm not usually like this." Tiara murmured again.

"Mbak." the door was knocked from the outside, it was certainly Adit who invited congregational prayers.

"Yes." Yeah." Tiara moved, slowly holding her head, she immediately opened the door.

"Mbak why?" Adit saw Tiara's face a little pale.

"I don't know, it's rich because last night it's hard to sleep." replied Tiara then went back in and sat leaning on her bed.

Adit came in to see Tiara's situation, closer and his gaze probed.

"Bak in Jin's influence seems to." Adit noticed her sister's ayu face was dark, pale and not shining as usual.

"Jin what Dit, Ma'am again this sick." Tiara went back to sleep, moreover, her stomach ached.

"Sholat Ma'am, sleep again." Adit pulls Tiara's pillow so she wakes up.

"Yes." Yeah."

Tiara headed towards the bathroom, while Adit looked at the rest of the room.

"There's nothing strange at all" he said as he sat in bed, waiting for Tiara to finish her ablution.

"Down!" tiara's shout made the boy turn his head.

"Yes." Yeah."

"No longer can I pray!" again from the bathroom.

"Ish, again precarious even can not pray. The daughter of God's daughter." Adit passed out of his sister's room.

Lucky holiday, Tiara just stayed in the room reluctant to go anywhere. In addition to his head that feels heavy, a wrapped stomach does not miss being a reason to pull the blanket until noon.

The pink bed becomes the most comfortable place, feels smooth on the touch especially if you imagine how beautiful the dream was last night.

"Gara met at the cafe, so carried away the dream" he said still thinking of the face of the man who gave clothes to him.

Tiara grabbed the bag again, she remembered that the clothes inside were not just one.

Sure enough, inside were two more tops.

"The mother has really met."

Adit stood looking from between the doors that were not tightly closed.

While in the village, Angga and Bunga re-organized the shop owned by the late Gibran. Since Yanto died two years ago, the store has been closed because no one has taken care of it.

"Alhamdulillah Mas Angga and Mbak Bunga are back, we have a job again." Rozak who helped organize the items felt happy.

"You should have continued yesterday it was Jak." said Angga.

"Ah, Rozak doesn't dare Mas." he replied while busy.

Angga's phone rang.

"Assalamualaikum Dit." Angga picked up the call from his son.

"Wa'alaikum greetings Father" he replied from across the phone.

"What's up, son?" ask Angga while feeling something bad.

"She's been seeing Ma'am Tiara, Dad."