The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
A Flower Gerbera

"Edrick! Please ... don't .. don't hurt them. Put all those bombs back up. I beg you, Edrick." Kneeling begging under Edrick's feet, Nilam continued to roar, hoping that the man could change all the settings. "You're gonna hurt a lot of people, Edrick!"

"Rise." Raising Nilam's shoulders. "I don't like you like this. I want you to be my companion, not my slave!"

"No! Before you grant what I ask. I'll do whatever you want, as long as you release them and lift all the bombs you've put down."

Lowering the body, equalizing its position with Nilam. The lift of the sweet chin was a little looked up. "Promise, will you do anything?" ask Edrick to make sure.

No more time to argue with his own mind, Nilam nodded quickly. "I promise."

It would be more painful if one day he heard the news of the death of his loved ones, because of the explosion of the bomb. So let it be like this. Sacrificing what you should be!

Like a flower coming to its bloom, hearing the verse of Nilam's words, Edrick's smile expanded instantly. On his trunk the delicate cheeks were soft, then began to advance his face.

Swearing by anything, Edrick's breath drew nearer, making Nilam even more disgusted than the man's demon soul.

And finally, the kiss turned floating, after Nilam first turned his face.

"Why? Aren't you ready to do anything as long as I pull back those bombs?"

Too stupid!

Nilam turned his face back to look at Edrick. "Married me!"

JRENGGS!

Surprised? Don't ask again. With a slightly gaping mouth, squinted eyes, and a tilted head. "Whatdidyou say? Can you do it again, Nilam?" ask again to make sure.

With the wound water still faithfully drained his face, herded increasingly uncontrollable pounding deep in his chest. Really, this is a very heavy choice. "Married me!" Then the louder the cry.

"really? You want me to marry you?" With a smile. Nilam's tears were just an invisible look in Edrick's view. Don't care! "You are so awesome! I haven't even thought of such an option in my plans."

That's the only way!

Marry that man. Shackling himself so that there is no feeling of wanting to return. Being his wife would probably be better than being touched without a bond. And most of all, for the safety of those he loves.

A scrap of wound and pain will it endure.

As bitter as the round story will he swallow.

Destroyed life he will live.

Let it!

Gavin .. forgive me ....

Mom, Dad, Brother Ken, everyone forgive me....

...••••...

Daytime in the main house.

Gavin's BMW i8 has just entered the courtyard, the home where Kenzie grew up. And now Nilam is also a Young Miss in that classic style house.

Casual suit plain white t-sirt, wrapped in denim shirt that is not buttoned outside, combined slim fit jeans, and white kets cover the soles of his feet, making it look like a model class Serge Rigvava.

Eagerly he stepped foot towards the main door leaf that towered 50 centi past his height. A bouquet of Gerbera flowers with four different color variants tucked sweetly fills the palm of his left hand, which he occasionally kisses.

The door blushed after twice he pressed down on the bell.

"Gavin's." Looking at the handsome young man who was his son-in-law, Dalia's forehead was furrowed thickly with both eyebrows almost meeting each other. Turning his head to the left, to the right and back of Gavin's body, as if searching. "Where's Nilam?"

"Nilam?" Got contracted! Gavin also frowned in amazement, following the view of Dalia who was still shrill looking here and there. "I mean Mom?"

"Isn't Nilam with you?"

The more you don't understand. "My company?" Repeating questions. "Mom don't joke, I just came. And of course to meet Nilam" Gavin said.

DEG

"Where is Nilam? He left early this morning. And he said he'd meet you."

"What?!" Gavin in his shock.

"Yes, Gav. You even sent a driver to pick her up."

"Bu .. I didn't send anyone." Anxious immediately struck.

"Yes, God. Then who picked her up this morning?" Biting the tip of her nails, with her other hand folded under her stomach, Dalia began to be crawled fretfully.

Dalia. "No! I also know Nilam picked up the driver from Bik Ningsih."

Gavin pulled out his phone, then dialed Nilam's number. But unfortunately, the number is out of reach and can clearly not be contacted. Repeatedly tried, but the result remains the same, nil !

Without any more babibu, he darted into the house to the kitchen to meet Bik Ningsih, the housekeeper who accompanied Nilam this morning to open the mail.

Got it!

After not finding it in the kitchen, the middle-aged woman finally saw Gavin behind the house with a wet cloth and a clothesline in front of him.

"Bi ... Auntie," he called hasty.

The owner of the name looks over. "Young Master Gavin."

"Daughter knows who picked up Nilam this morning?!"

For a moment, I thought, then shook my head later. "No, Young Master."

"Yes, God.... Where the hell is he?"

"But, Miss said, Young Master sent the driver to pick him up."

"No, Bik. Not me!"

"Then the letter?"

"Letter? What letter, Bik?" With a clearly astonished face.

Dalia was standing right next to Gavin.

"The letter you sent this morning was through a woman in a hat. Miss said it was a letter from Young Master Gavin, "that woman.

Gavin and Dalia exchanged glances.

"We're checking the cctv" Dalia suggested.

"Good idea, Mom. Come on."

A few moments later. The screen was in front of them. The slide began to roll. Shows the activity of Nilam this morning, until his body was swallowed by the door of the car which then took him away.

"That's not my car, ma'am. And that woman, I don't know her at all."

Is it possible Dahlan? Gavin's heart. But it feels impossible. While he was cut off with all his connections.

Dalia closed her mouth in disbelief. Plunge his body into the back of the sofa with a sob that starts to crackle. "My daughter. No. whoa...." Shaking his head. "No way!"

Gavin appears to be struggling with his cell phone, then putting it in his ear. He contacted someone. "Ken.. hello, Ken."

"Yes, what's wrong?" Across the line, Kenzie responded with a lazy tone.

"Nilam was kidnapped, Ken!" Without the base and the stale.

"Whatdidyou say? Kidnapped?!" Looks like Kenzie's aghast.

"Yes, Ken. Someone used my name to frame him."

"Where are you now?!"

"Your house!"

Connection closed Kenzie.

"Gav. please find Nilam, Gav. I beg you." Dalia continued to roar while shaking Gavin's shoulder.

Pulling the old body into his arms. Swiping at the back that shook was soft. "Silence, Mom. We'll find him. Kenzie's on his way here. We wait for him, and we think about it."

Really am....

The heartwarming story of each other was just about to trace the sacredness of marriage. Making a union before God. But why, the test back to hamper him? Could it be that he and Nilam were not meant to be together?

He stared at the bouquet of gerbera flowers lying on his side, as if mocking and laughing at him.

Love and bitterness ..may always be side by side, seductive or maybe ....

Destroy it!

Can't it be this cruel?