Shaman Main
Ritualized

"Ki!" call Arka slowly, his eyes do not stop staring at the back of the woman who is now in the kitchen simple.

"What's wrong?" aki Juno asked sitting casually on the wooden chair.

"Say, mother, why are you so young?" tanya Arka was very curious about the beautiful woman in the house.

"Yes it's his flagship science, he's ageless and getting older and more beautiful. It even makes men hard to blink." said Aki insinuating Arka.

"She's pretty much the same as Melati" replied Arka scratching her head.

"Yes, of course, your liking for Melati makes you see her look like Melati. Try you like the older one, he will look like the old one." explained Aki Juno again.

"If I had his knowledge, I could make Melati fall in love with me again, he would see me more handsome than Iyan." Arka smiled meaningfully.

"Yes that's the condition. Are you ready or not?" ask Aki Juno again.

"I want Ki." he said no more thinking.

"Soknya most loyal to one love, turn to see the clear you embrace as well. Don't blame me if one day you see her like your mother." Ki Juno reminded.

"Just keep having fun with Iyan Ki, what's wrong with me looking for a little distraction. About her like my mom or whatever it's gonna be." Arka leaned back with a sinister smile adorning her face.

"Your feelings are not Arka's love, but her obsession with beauty. I doubt one day you'll meet a prettier girl you'll be chasing after her, too." Aki was still interested in talking to the student.

"But as far as I'm concerned only Melati is the most beautiful and I can't forget her. He is gentle and submissive, everything is very fitting and perfect." replied Arka slightly imagining Melati.

Then their conversation stopped when Rahayu came with a drink.

"Please drink" said the woman named Rahayu.

"Thank you." replied Arka without hesitation taking one cup of coffee and drinking it a little.

"Is it not hot?" aki asked a little astonished by Arka's hasty attitude.

"It's hot" he answered putting the coffee down again.

While the woman who was also called Mak Ra only blushed in embarrassment, she knew exactly that the young man was admiring her beauty.

That night, according to the wishes of the Arka, the woman named Rahayu was preparing a bathing ritual to get the knowledge of youth and love that is famous for its efficacy.

"Should you take a shower?" tanya Arka seemed hesitant to see the water setaman in the water barrel is quite large.

"It must be, that the aura of your good looks will come out" said the woman again softly and seductively.

"All right." Arka according to, sitting in front of Rahayu with bare chest, even at the bottom of the Arka only use sarong.

The ritual of the bath begins with watering the Arka's dashing body, then wetting her hair and then the whole body of the Arka.

"It's cold" said Arka closed her eyes, slightly shaking her body to withstand the cold air and water united to flutter her body. But it felt different in the end when the woman's clasped hands rubbed Arka's body along with the flowers that fell from the dipper filled with water.

"You can't retreat anymore Arka, but still have time to stop before the next ritual we do." The woman again reminded while covering Arka's back with a towel.

Arka opened her eyes and stood up from her seat, turning to face Rahayu. "I won't back down, I can't wait to put our sweat together, and get your knowledge."

Arka gets closer to Mak Rahayu with the gaze of a man who wants to prey. His handsome face looks savage with passionate desire and high ambition.

"I like you" said the woman, deliberately letting Arka undress her wet upper part because it bathed Arka.

Under the dim moonlight, both of them started forbidden things but felt good for both of them. It was just a warm-up now has moved to the warm bed Mak Rahayu, the wedding bed without marriage for the umpteenth time.

...***...

One month later

In a beautiful modest house, Iyan was worried about his wife who was suddenly sick and limp. Lucky it's the last day running a motorcycle dealership. In accordance with the wishes of her husband Iyan, she will stop and only at home.

"Mas between treatment yes" said Iyan worried about holding Melati's hand and brushing his wife's hair that leaned limp in the bed.

"No Mas, Melati wants to sleep" he answered pulling the blanket and set his sleeping position.

"But you're limp, honey." Iyan hugged and stroked Melati's face, of course she was very worried.

"Mas here, don't work." he looked at Iyan's face full of cravings.

Iyan smiled warmly, either because he was sick Jasmine became more and more spoiled. But Iyan liked it, really liked it because her love was so great for Melati.

"Mas isn't going anywhere" replied Iyan rubbing his wife's head which began to close her eyes.

A moment later Melati actually went to sleep.

"Yan." call mom from the outside.

"Yes Ma'am." replied Iyan, arranging Melati's blanket and moving out.

"You don't work?" ask Mom carrying a basket of various vegetables from the garden.

"No ma'am, Melati does not want to be left behind, nor does she want to be taken to the doctor." explained Iyan worried.

Mother even smiled. "Mom don't think your wife is sick."

Iyan was a little confused, but then smiled.

"Mom's going to the market, and you're buying a test kit for your wife" said Mother, putting a vegetable basket on the kitchen table.

"Let's just Mom. Just record what you want to buy." Iyan became excited, already impatient to know the result later.

"Yes, I wrote it first." Mother went to the living room to pick up the paper, while Iyan went back into the room to change clothes.

Got the girl of his dream first, now sleeping soundly in their room. It felt like Iyan had just married her yesterday, and was now gaining new happiness.

Iyan approached Melati, peeling her forehead for so long that she opened her eyes.

"Where are you going?" whining Melati realized her husband had dressed a little neatly.

"Mas wants to go to the market for a while, I want to buy something." explained Iyan hugged Melati.

"Just for a moment, ma'am." she was still reluctant to move.

"Yes, just for a second. All buy fruits, how do you know you like." said Iyan fishing desire Jasmine.

"I tipped a spicy hodgepodge yes Mas." the door was very spoiled.

"There again?" tanya Iyan clasped Melati's hand.

Melati shook her head, it just felt like she did not want to go far from Iyan even if just a little.