GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Man's wife

Gibran walks past the backyard, deliberately twisting and going to his mother's house.

Raka's presence makes him not calm if only peeking from his home, he chose to come to his mother's house to accompany and guard Flowers. He was jealous, afraid of losing his beloved wife.

Up ahead, Raka was still faithfully waiting at the house of Dudung all drinking coffee and chatting, then occasionally turned to the house of Bunga's mother-in-law, waiting for the wife of the person out of the house.

And in the house, even Bunga did not dare to come out even though his daughter Tiara had whined to go home.

"Mom, I want to go for a walk with Dad" she hugged Bunga and looked up to go home soon.

"Yes, for a second, honey, I'm at work." Flowers make excuses.

Gibran had just entered from the back door smiling at the reason his wife had made him. Her heart flowered to hear the clear goal that Bunga had avoided meeting Raka again.

"What's Dad's son?" gibran asked smilingly as he approached his wife and son.

"Mass?" The smiling flower was also astonished to see her husband coming from behind.

"What, hem?" Gibran crouched down hugging Tiara, but looked at his wife's smiling face delighted at Iyan's arrival.

"Tumben through the back?" ask the flower to know. Just guessing if actually Gibran knew Raka's arrival ahead there.

"It's okay, I saw the chickens in the back. There is one who is sick, continues to be cut as Mang Tarmo." replied Gibran is all right, but his wife's guess is even more true.

"Tiara wants to go for a walk." whined the little girl again, this time hugging her Father's neck spoiled.

"Where to go, baby?" ask Gibran still biding time.

"To Dad's mini market, Tiara wants to buy a toothbrush that has a car" replied the girl innocently.

"Car?" ask Gibran to tease his daughter.

"Yes" she answered, nodding her head.

"Well, with Mom too?" Gibran glanced at the Flower.

"Yes, it's." Flowers rose from her seat, rewrapped her hair and bid farewell to her mother-in-law.

"Dad take the money first." Gibran asked Tiara to wait, sitting on his mother's living room couch.

Out of his mother's house, Gibran still saw Raka sitting in front of Dudung's house and turned to Gibran, of course he meant waiting for Bunga to come out, but instead saw her husband.

"Mas Raka." said Gibran, smiling, also to his neighbor's hood.

Raka just smiled a little, yes it was already better considering she was not a friendly person.

"Popi used to be Mas." bargain the hood to Gibran.

"Thank you, next time you want to go to Mom's house, Tiara asks for a walk." replied Gibran.

"Oh want to go to Mas" said Dudung again just a pleasant talk so as not to be too awkward the two people.

"Yes, let's go." Gibran slightly nodded his eyes.

Gibran turned his car towards Mother's house, and soon his son and wife came out with laughter and happiness that envy anyone, including Raka.

The man looked at the three people who looked friendly and harmonious, especially the treatment of Iyan who always privileged his children and his wife. Raka wasn't happy to see that.

"I'm going home." said Raka suddenly left Dudung without needing an answer.

"Why go straight home?" tanya Dudung saw his friend had gone far to his car.

"She is very happy to have Flowers, she must be happy and proud to be the husband of Flowers. And me?" Raka rubbed her face many times, but the tightness and jealousy was still not reduced.

"I should be the fun and pampering Flower at this time, it should be me who already has a child from Bunga. Not him." Raka grew more and more riled up, clenching her hands.

"Raka!"

The voice of Dudung was heard calling out in the back of the car.

Raka turned her head, and it turned out that it was true that the old friend had caught up with the motorcycle.

Raka got out of his car approaching Dudung who had stopped locking his Honda motorcycle, sitting on the motorcycle.

"Other times, do not witness the happiness of people, it would be better to keep your own happiness. Do you also have a wife, why see someone's wife?" advice Dudung see the sad face of Raka.

The man was silent, of course he knew what Dudung said had a point. But really longing and jealousy is still so big, that it feels like wanting to reclaim his ex-lover.

"She's someone's wife." continued Dudung again.

"I still love him Dung." answered Raka, not keeping anything secret.

"I know, but it's Raka's sin, we're old. It's been thirty! If we die in the sixties, it means we're already two."

Raka looked at her innocent friend. "If in the thirties it is still Dung's bachelor" replied Raka smiling slightly.

"Yes... Tau. Just a reminder to try to live happily with each other's way." added Dudung again.

"I've tried it, not even my wife is inferior to Bunga, but this love of mine can never die. The more I tried to love the Goddess, the higher the beautiful delusion took over my head." explained Raka a little about her confusion.

"That's because you've been courting too far with Flowers, you're used to happiness that is not true, aka not yet halal. And when you get halal then it will taste bland!"

Raka stared intently at Dudung. "You're good at lectures now."

"No, I'm just a little old man's chat" replied Dudung a little horrified to see Raka's gaze.

Raka shook her head, then took a heavy breath and then smiled faintly.

"You're right, Dung, it's just the most pleasant flower."

"Lah!" The hood shook this time.

It is difficult to compare the Goddess with Flowers, even in every love with her the image of Flowers that accompany Raka to reach the peak.

If you think, pity the Goddess. The young woman so enjoyed their togetherness because she did not know the contents of Raka's head when making love to her, or maybe pretended not to know. Raka doesn't care that much.

"Go home, Dung, I want to see my old friend's house at the end of there." ask his best friend.

"Well?" ask Dudung again.

"Just look around, miss when he was always loyal to accompany me." explained Raka again.

"Yo wes is. My wife was also bothered by this." the man got on his motorcycle after Raka got out of the way. "Don't forget to go home." reminded Raka.

"My wife doesn't get dizzy!" pissed Raka.

"She's dizzy, just scared of you" explained Dudung immediately drove away leaving Raka who stared intently at him.

While Raka also drove back towards the lonely road, he would visit the home of his friend or teacher who had died seven years ago while fighting with Gibran at that time.