The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
Little Fairy - White horse

Anita's shadow, the figure of the woman who once filled Gavin's days, continues to spin messing with his concentration. The files seemed to turn into a picture of memories that had long been erased. The shadow cliches about the girl, chains filled her mind and heart.

"Aarrrghh...!! Why should I see her again?!" Gavin ruffled his hair in frustration.

Patchouli was glued to the doorway. The coffee tray in his handrail, looks vibrating. "Ga-gavin...."

Gavin, who had just noticed Nilam's presence, stepped over to the black-hooded girl. His hand stretched out to grab a tray of coffee in Nilam's grasp, then put it on a mini table located not far from its position. The door closed hard and then locked.

Gavin roughly pulled Nilam's arm, squeezing the frail body into his body, eroding the distance between them.

Patchouli on the verge of real shock. What will the man do to him?

Gavin stared at the beautiful face naturally without the pulses of the make up. Slowly her palm pulled the veil knot under the girl's chin.

After it opened, he gently flicked the cloth covering the head of Nilam, then threw it in any direction. "You're so beautiful, Nuri," she said.

The rumble hit hard on Nilam's chest. Fret has reached its highest level. If Inul Daratista heard, maybe he would reflex sway when he heard the rhythm of Nilam's heart pounding very fast. Fear is real. "Gav..a-what are you doing?" her question was stamped.

Without being distracted, Gavin is in a lulled rhythm. The shady face was like a vengeance that bewitched his sanity. He began to cross the smooth cheek with his right finger. While the other hand clasped the slender waist of the magician who lost his wand.

"Gaa-" A pair of supple pink objects belonging to Gavin first silenced the voice of protest that had just been about to be uttered Nilam. Lips of two different genders now meet each other.

The eyes that were previously wrapped in anger were now dimming slowly. Enjoying the touch he creates unilaterally. His palm had turned on the nape of the plain level without strands being broken.

But other than him, Nilam in a state of chaotic heart wrapped in fret. Consciousness is still full. Both of his palms were placed on Gavin's chest. Then with all his might he pushed the burly body, to restore that already eroded distance.

But ill-fated, it seemed like the man was still on standby with his strength. The waist was even in his arms getting stronger. The delicate touch of his lips turned into wild energy. The sense of taste began to pop out. Breaking into the mouth of Patchouli that still survives in his valve.

Forced!

Following his maleness instinct, Gavin lifted the girl's body into his lap, then slammed together onto the sofa that was ready to hold her.

Nilam continues to thrash. Asking Gavin to stop his lust-driven actions.

But Gavin, with his heart still covered in anger, created from a shadow about Anita who knows nothing, to make it so angry. Stupidly, he even vented his unrest at the innocent girl.

It keeps tasting and******* the little lips are mercilessly rough. But like a red light that stopped the speed of the vehicle, Gavin released his wild gait instantly. He sat up straightening his bowed body. And you know what the cause is...?

The tears!

Nilam pulled out his flagship weapon. She cried.

"You're evil, Gavin...!" the voice came out in between his sobs. He smacked the chest of the field full of anger.

"Lady...." Gavin looked at the face that had broken tears. Starting back from the return of his soul that floated in the cradle of the ego. "Sorry...." A look of regret began to appear.

Nilam shook his head. Her crying was getting unbearably broken. He got up and walked over to the black cloth covering his head that was lying on the floor. Wearing it carelessly. Then ran out of the room, leaving Gavin still in his place.

He continued to run, no matter the confused gazes of the people inside the office building who happened to see him. And....

Bugh!! Collisions between bodies are inevitable.

"Priest...!" Kenzie asked worriedly while holding both of the girl's shoulders. "Hey, what's up?!"

Nilam. His red eyes stared at Kenzie's brown netra. "Ken...." Without ABCD, he immediately rushed into the man's arms. Spilling all his sadness.

Kenzie returned the wounded full hug.

"Come, let's go to my room. You can tell me everything there." He led Nilam's steps towards his study.

Arriving at the destination, Kenzie sat the girl on a long sofa leaning against the wall of the room. And Nilam did not say.

"Here, drink it." Kenzie offered him a glass of water he had just taken. The already calmer looking Patchouli received and gulped it down half of its original volume. "Now tell me, what happened to you?" continued Kenzie curious.

He smothered his mouth with his palm. Minimizing the sound of her crying sobs that she actually wants to mengandungkannya loud.

"Hey, relax. Don't cry." Kenzie pulled the body into his arms. Swiping the head of the girl was soft.

"I'm scared, Ken." Nilam started to open his voice.

"What scares you? Tell me, Nilam."

"I want to go home, Ken. I miss Grandpa, I miss Hana and Didy, too. Take me to Tegal Mayang, Kenzie. I beg...."

Deg!!

A fistful of heart jolts amazingly.

A heart rippled to hold the pain.

The pair of neutrals hidden behind the door that had not been completely closed, swerved perfectly. "Nu-Nuri, Nilam.." murmured Gavin. "How is that possible?"

Without thinking again he barged into the room that had made him covered with feelings of jealousy that somehow since when he felt, when he saw the girl he knew so Nuri, Nuri, crying in the arms of his best friend. And even more painful, the cause of the crying was himself.

"Gavin...." Kenzie looked at his best friend who was now standing before him. He let go slowly his embrace to Nilam.

Nilam who was dissolving in his wrestling, gasped while Kenzie mentioned the name of the man who had made him so sad. He looked up to realize that there was a tall and sturdy figure in front of him standing looking at him. "Ga-Gavin...."

"Priest...." Gavin's voice sounded heavy and raucous.

"A-what?!"

"You Nilam.... Patchouli." Gavin with a hopeful twinkle.

"My nilam? Whatchu mean?" ask Nilam not understand. He no longer cared about his disguise.

Gavin approached her. Looking at the grim and sad face of his actions. Instantly he reduced his body, bowing before the girl. "Little girl." he said without letting go of his eyes.

Deg!!

Nilam gasped at the call Gavin said. A call she always wanted to hear from someone she missed so much. He looked at Gavin's face.

"Si-who are you? Why do you know that nickname?" tanyanya wants to know.

Gavin smiled at Haru. "Your White Horse."

The deggg!!

Nilam's heart raced at high speed. Surprised, flabbergasted, in disbelief. Do not ask about his eyeballs, of course both seem to want to be separated from his skull.

"W-you...?"

Gavin immediately nodded before Nilam continued his sentence. "Yes, little fairy. I'm your white horse."

"really?" Gavin nodded again, this time with a smile. Happy smile.

"White Horse...." Nilam stared at her for a moment, then splashed into the arms of the man he had long been waiting for. He no longer cared about his disappointment in the man created just a moment before.

The longing embrace made a body stare at them full of bitterness.

Kenzie was glued to his place. He knew for sure, that this situation, sooner or later, would happen. And this is the time, all happened faster before he managed to reach Nilam's heart to hold it. He got up and retreated slowly. Then leave the two people who let go of each other as soon as possible.

Her liver? I don't know....

Seriate....