GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

A fight at night

In desolation, as if your shadow came to give strength to my empty soul, awakening the desire of a love that rests only, it has never slept since knowing love with you. That beautiful world always looms and makes me try to take you back.

I can't lie anymore, about the feelings that make me stupid, survive the loneliness and compulsion to live a life that does not also get happy even though it has tried to be perfect like the family you have.

Raka got up from her dreamy seat, closed the door of her house after the Goddess fell asleep and stepped for sure.

He believed he would give back his good name in the village.

Believing that he is already greater than anyone including Gibran.

Believe in yourself that someday it will be able to get her and Flowers back together.

Raka's last belief that needs to be watched out, of course it does not escape the vigilance of Gibran who every night restless after the return of Raka Wijaya. They think the same thing, with a different purpose.

Raka had just arrived around Yanto's house. Her eyes stared hard at the sturdy blue walled house, in which there was a flower that was curled warmly in the arms of her husband.

"This chest is always boiling to see the scene." pointed Raka at the closed window, but the knowledge that has become more powerful is able to penetrate the wall even though, he can see into it.

"We came too soon." the ghastly creature beside Raka replied, of course only Raka could see it.

"You're right, if it were faster than this then all I see is the plain body of the Flower that the man is enjoying." Raka said.

"Haha... You're right Raka." replied the creature laughed at Raka's annoyance.

A few moments of waiting made the two just stand still in the corner of the house of people.

"I felt the strength of someone approaching." said Raka sharpened her ears.

"He came from the right side of Yanto's house" said the new friend.

"And come on the left as a lookout" replied Raka having the same thoughts and visions.

"He's not alone, that's why they're hard to catch" the creature explained.

"I'm curious about the science they have. Why can it disappear like the wind, also enter like a snake without a big gap." Raka turned to a creature that preferred to be called Joko.

"I don't know, I've never met the person" replied Joko still leaning back, reluctant to discuss the science against Raka.

Raka was still watching over the house of the Flower's mother-in-law, she really wanted to know how the thief had gotten into people's houses.

"He came, entered through the left side" Joko told Raka.

"We are on the right." annoyed Raka but could not do anything, moreover one person from the same direction while Raka was lurking near Gibran's house.

"Where?" joko asked waiting for Raka's order.

"You Jin, why ask me how!" raka's annoyance to his smooth creature friend.

"Yes, you're the leader, if I move alone you'll get angry." Joko looked annoyedly at Raka.

"Well, you wake the Yanto. I'll wait for him outside." Raka ordered.

"Lha that's you know." Joko steps up to leave Raka.

"Joko." call Raka whispering. "When you're done, get out!"

"Yes." Joko stepped up but did not make a move, as if he disappeared he was already inside Yanto's house.

Inside, the thief was busy opening cabinets and drawers. Joko just observed and began to judge Pak Yanto and his wife.

"Wake up Mom." whispered Joko in her ear, so that between waking up and not the mother wanted to wake up, trying to open her eyes, feeling being awakened Flowers.

"Wake up Mr. Bu, there is a maling." whispered Joko again among the heavy eyelids, Joko still holding and whispering in the ear of Yanto's wife.

"Sir, Wake up" said the mother with one hand shaking her husband's body.

"Maling Ma'am, Maling Pak" said Joko again this time a little hard so that the two people woke up and saw the thief was rummaging through his closet.

"Most Sir!" yanti's wife Yanti also Yanto was no less surprised.

"Astaghfirullah." Yanto held his chest in surprise.

Along with the boisterous sound of cans being hit many times by Raka, thus making many people wake up including Gibran.

The thief passed through an unlocked window. As fast as lightning he disappeared without seeing how he got out.

Na'as this time, the thief jumps but stumbles upon something invisible and falls at Raka's feet.

"We meet again" said Raka smiling meaningfully, moreover many people who have stood around them, making the man feel the most powerful before fighting.

The thief looked up at Raka's face, got up and stood on standby. His eyes saw left and right were many people, his eyes seemed confused he wanted to run away but hardly had a gap while his scout friend was outside the crowd of people.

Raka punched many times and the thief was quite good at fighting. Succeeded and managed to avoid Raka's blow again, But in the end he lost too, Raka really showed his cleverness tonight, he said, the nimble movement as well as the near-perfect inner power attack amazed everyone and exclaimed as Raka managed to hit the male thief who had been known for some time slippery and high-science.

"You're not gonna get away with it." Raka smiled victoriously with one leg stepping on the helpless man's shoulder.

And no one noticed outside the crowd of Gibran's men fighting with a scout who wanted to help the thief who was being beaten by Raka.

"Bad!" he said furious, for the first time Gibran heard the voice of a masked thief.

Of course Gibran did not care and continued to prevent it, so as not to help his partner who had been drowning in the ravages of Raka, Gibran continued to duel until the thief was overwhelmed.

And unexpectedly the defeated man in Raka's hands stood up quickly and attacked back with a sharp weapon stored inside his black clothes.

Raka managed to dodge and bend his hand, until his weapon hit the left hand of the thief himself.

His black clothes were scratched through his skin that was shedding blood. But the unexpected thing again, came someone grabbing the thief's body forcibly and then disappeared amidst the smoke that appeared out of nowhere.

"Please..."

The sound of an unfamiliar cry was heard making everyone turn their head, turning towards the Flower house.

"Bak Flowers." The veil approaching the bewildered Flower helped Gibran's body stand up.

"Let me help her." Raka steps past Dudung and immediately helps Gibran into his house.

"Thank you." Gibran said after sitting in the living room, and Bunga was a bit away until Raka also sat in a different chair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were fighting either" Raka said.

"No problem, you're fighting" Gibran said, holding his ankle.

"You just sprained" said Raka, looking at Gibran's leg.

"Yes, sorry Flowers are so worried that they make people worry." Gibran smiled then looked at his wife who just looked down.

"Oh." Raka nodded her head, she did not particularly like the atmosphere, much less remembered how the Flower slept in Gibran's arms just a moment ago.