GRUDGE the Love of Two Worlds

Worrying

"Mother." the voice of the little girl called out to Bunga, it seemed like she had just woken up because her house was crowded with many citizens outside.

"Darling, you wake up, son." Flowers grabbed the little girl sitting with him.

The eyeball with its sinister white circle looked at Gibran's daughter. The mixed face between Flower and Gibran looked adorable in his eyes. Raka so imagine how the face of his son if to marry the flower.

But then remember when he did all that first, where Bunga complained of his worries if it happened to conceive his child.

Again his own heart aches peeking used to dislike the words and concerns of Flowers. He even said not to let the Flower contain because it would make him embarrassed. Raka is really sorry.

"Then I go home first" said Raka did not want to dissolve in annoying regrets.

"Ngopi used to be Mas Raka, Bibi is making coffee for all of us" said Bunga not only to Raka but to everyone.

"Thank you, but I have to go home because my wife is home alone" Raka said, bragging about her new life in front of Bunga.

"Oh, then thank you" said Bunga again but avoided Raka's gaze.

Raka nodded, looked at Gibran, then walked out the door of the house.

"Thank you Mas Raka, we think the thief will rest for some time after being injured by his own weapon" said one resident in front of Gibran's house.

"I hope also like that, the intention of the heart wants to summarize and dismantle who they really are, but unfortunately it has not succeeded" Raka replied to many residents who gathered.

"Ah, at least tonight they already know that in our village we also have great people, one of them is Mas Raka," a young man said very amazed to Raka.

Raka laughed happily, but remembered that he had to go home.

Raka steps away from the crowd, but momentarily realizes something, if anyone is left behind at Gibran's house.

"Joko!" Raka calls Jin who usually follows him suddenly does not come home after entering Gibran's house.

Raka went back into Gibran's house and saw his friend who now resembles a very handsome man was staring straight with his mouth slightly open.

"Joko!" call Raka but it doesn't seem to hear the creature. Many times until the more upset Raka made the creature.

Raka enters among the citizens and drags the creature by force.

"Then I still want to be here" he said, still not letting go of his eyes through Gibran's window.

"It's a people's house." - furious Raka half-whispered afraid people say crazy talking to herself in the middle of the night like this.

"She's beautiful" said Joko still standing in front of Gibran's house. Do not want to be forced and can not be pulled body like embedded in front of the house.

"Of course she's beautiful, I've slept with her" replied Raka arrogantly.

"No, he's still untouched" Joko said, not even blinking.

"Who do you mean?" irked Raka followed the straight view of the creature.

And the gazes of the two were fixed on the little girl named Tiara.

"Joko, she's still a baby" said Raka, closing Joko's eyes with her palm.

"No Raka, you said you were a baby because you didn't see how she was when she grew up" replied Joko, not even closing her eyes despite being blocked by Raka.

Raka frowned, looking at the boy behind the window of the Flower House.

Joko extended her hand rubbing Raka's eyes and face. "Look good."

Like looking at the towering pile of gold, Raka opened her eyes very wide and her mouth opened unable to speak.

"How's it?" joko asked without turning his face.

Joko smiled happily Raka could see it. Really Tiara will grow up to be the most beautiful girl in a few years.

Raka then took a breath after her vision returned to normal. "Still have to go home Ko." he pulled Joko who is now very handsome defeat Raka or Gibran.

"Tomorrow we will come again." he asked Raka pleading.

"Make what?" raka asked staring intently at the refined creature that was now more irritating than a child.

"I want to meet him, he's my lover from now on" he said pointing to where they stood.

"Well!" Raka is getting in no way out of thought with the creature.

"If you don't want to, you better go home." Joko threatens Raka.

"Yes, Yes!"

Raka had no choice but to agree to the creature's request, otherwise she would become a statue in front of people's houses.

"There are you" said Raka in the middle of the road.

"She's really pretty Raka for the first time I fell in love with a human child" she said with a gloomy face.

"But he's only seven years old, and you're 150." Raka reminded.

"That's not a problem, I still have a lot of age to accompany Tiara, and be what she wants to be. I would do anything to get her to repay my love." she replied like a child craving expensive toys.

Raka chuckles amusedly at the creature, inexhaustible thinking she will fall in love with the daughter of Bunga, the woman who still fills her heart.

That night Raka came home with a sense of relief, at least he had attracted the sympathy of the citizens and also met Bunga.

Her lips smiled remembering tonight could look at the face of Flowers up close.

"Remember your boom." said Joko suddenly already beside Raka.

"You." upset surprised by the sudden presence.

"I'm sorry, I can't sleep" Joko said with her face bent.

Raka shook her head with the behavior of his friend Jin, bucin and could not sleep all night.

"I'm Jin, not sleeping also remains handsome." upset to hear the words of Raka's heart.

"Whatever." Raka closed her eyes unwilling to accompany Joko who looked agitated at the thought of Tiara.

While at Gibran's house, Yanto and his wife were staying at Gibran's house. The excitement over the theft is also an exciting fight between Raka and the mysterious thief makes many residents stay up until dawn.

"Where are your legs still hurting?" jasmine asked after her legs were sorted by one of the residents.

"It's light, you don't have to worry." replied Gibran holding the Flower's hand.

"Of course I'm worried Mas, Mas's fighting bad guys." Flowers hugging Gibran's arms.

"Mas was also worried about Mel" Gibran replied looking at his wife's face.

"Worry how Mas?" ask flowers slowly, always gently pleasing.

"Mas worried about Raka's presence, Mas sure she still loves you" said Gibran, clasping the hand of Flowers tighter.

"But he's married, Mas heard himself he came to this village with his wife." Bunga does not want Iyan to worry more, although Bunga is also afraid to meet Raka.