Shaman Main
Let's fight to the death

That night Arka sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, her hands cupped in front of her chest.

"Dear." call her slow, still with her eyes closed. A moment later, the man repeated his call.

"It's me Jasmine." he called her soft and gentle.

When he woke up from his sleep, his eyes looked for where the person who was calling him was. But saw no one but the darkness that enveloped as far as his eyes could see.

"I feel like I've been in this place." murmured Melati, faintly looking at the dark place of the old building that had been unused for a long time.

"Darken." the voice call made Melati stop observing where she was standing.

"Who?" tanya Melati sharpened her hearing, her clasped hands fumbled.

"I'm Mel." replied someone who stood straight back to him.

Melati also sharpened her eyes, trying to observe the man, faintly visible hair that looked smooth and in a neat trim. The moonlight above suddenly gave a brighter light when the young man was present with a perfectly gallant body. The face that turned sideways looked dazzling with firm but filled jaws, smooth cheeks with a pointed nose, Thick eyebrows and looked very fitting with her pure white skin.

"Mas Arka!" I never thought I would meet in a place like that.

Arka turned slowly, facing Melati and stepped slowly. Approaching her with a sweet smile never came off on Arka's thick lips. He's handsome and charming once tonight.

"Finally we can meet Melati" he said gently, his gaze very friendly.

"Why did Arka meet me?" tanya Melati looked at the face of Arka who was not bored in view, the longer the more handsome.

"Of course it's because Mas misses so much" he answered gently, grabbing Melati's hand and gripping the wiggly fingers tightly.

"But_"

"Nothing but, it's just a dream you don't have to fear dear. You're not cheating or hurting anyone. I miss you so much." Arka peeked at Melati's finger for so long, channeling warmth into the young woman's heart.

'Really, this is just an unreal dream, where maybe I sinned just because of a dream.' Melati thought again.

"Mas is so missed." Arka grabs the slender body Jasmine enters into her arms, enjoying a fragrance that has long been unflavored.

"Mas Arka." Jasmine pushed Arka's body away, she still had little memory of her husband currently sleeping in their room.

"Don't love, don't be afraid of anything." Arka starts locking Melati's body, hugging her and enjoying everything she can touch.

"Mas!" Melati tried to refuse but it was very difficult, already he had fallen into the arms of Arka.

Do not waste time the young man did the things they had once done to completion even in a very short duration.

Melati grimaced watching the same scene when they used to be together, but with a different appearance, softer, patient and handsome.

"Thank you, honey, you're so pretty when you're like that." Arka praised him, still stroking Melati's face.

"I have to go home" replied Melati with a misguided attitude for doing so with a man who was not her husband.

Arka nodded. "Don't forget tonight" he whispered, then let Melati go through the darkness without accompanying him.

The young woman was swept through a dark passageway and accidentally tripped on a rock and fell.

"Ohhhh.."

Jasmine screamed and held her painful forehead.

"Dear."

Iyan's handsome voice and face made Melati's eyes open even more.

"Mas." call her softly, massage and feel her forehead that was very painful or maybe bleeding.

"No Mas, I tripped and got hurt" he replied, still fumbling his own forehead.

Iyan chuckled. "You're dreaming, baby.

"But Mas!" Melati looked over her entire room, also the position they were sleeping in the bed together.

"What?" tanya Iyan kissed Melati's forehead and hugged her.

"So I dreamed of making love_"

Iya chuckled again, hugging the tighter Melati's body. "Perhaps because lately Mas hasn't touched you" replied Iyan affectionately. "Mas can't bear to see you who are getting weaker and weaker" continued Iyan again.

Melati so thought if what Iyan said there was a point, where maybe he met Arka. It's obvious that it was just a dream.

Iyan narrowed his eyes, slightly suspicious of the face of his wife who was still confused after waking up from a dream in the middle of the night.

Without wasting time Iyan did what his wife had just said, realizing a dream that would backfire if delayed just because Melati was weak.

"Mas." Jasmine was a little astonished by Iyan's treatment, remaining gentle but like she was in a hurry.

"Mas loves you so much" Iyan replied without giving Melati time to protest.

Until a while later their activities are completed, although short but powerful enough to make his wife sleep soundly.

Iyan breathed a sigh of relief, besides he was also venting a stifled desire these few days, he also managed to divert Melati's mind.

"Absolutely clever Arka, utilizing Melati's unfulfilled desire." muttered Iyan staring intently at the plain wall while hugging and stroking Melati's hair.

Iyan understands one thing tonight, the unfulfilled inner needs of the wife also provoke other beings to come and take advantage of her emotions and desires.

"Sneaky." murmured Iyan again.

But different in the house of Arka, the young man ended his meditation with a fluffy smile. His face looked satisfied, but there was cunning on one side.

"Often ignore your wife, I will take your place to touch her, to seize her in the real world." Arka chuckles happily.

Tomorrow night, he will repeat it.

Arka laughed a few times, he was really happy with the new knowledge obtained from the beautiful woman. He could play around with Melati at will, leaving Iyan terrified.

"I won't stop until I get Melati" he said slowly.

Arka lay relieved, she loved this beautiful night.

This time Arka awoke from her new sleep for a moment, she was in a dark place, a house that had no doors. Arka looked at the place. "I've been here." he muttered waiting for who was taking him there. Of course, those who visit him in a dream are not random people.

"Well remember this place Mas Arka?" ask someone who is approaching but not seen.

"Hemh, come out and we fight to the death!" furious Arka with a cruel grin.

"Prophette Mas Arka, I am not like you who are cowards, dare only in a dream." said Iyan getting closer to Arka, but as if his voice revolved around the young man.

"Get out!" ruka started to get angry.

"I'm behind you."

Arka hit with all her might, but there was no one.

"Brahendra Iyan!" Arka shouted furiously.