Shaman Main
Past times

"Son, take Melati to your house. As my mother promised, after my father came home, you could take Melati." said Mother that night, they sat together in the living room..

Iyan turned to Melati, asking her beloved wife's opinion. Then think for a moment.

"Please, she's your wife now. You can't ban it any more it's all good unless you bring Melati into disrepute, you'll forbid it and get in the way."

"All right, Mum. I'll take Melati home. Along with Father and Mother as well, so that you may know how we live there."

"Of course, Father and Mother will take you. Cook it off like that." Melati's father laughed widely.

That afternoon they immediately went together to the house of Iyan and visited their besan house, Iyan's parents who were also not so far from the house that would be occupied by Iyan and Melati.

Until the night later, both parents Melati and Iyan's parents all went home.

"Why don't you just stay over, sir?" Iyan escorted the two on the ojek that had been ordered.

"Other times, I have an appointment with your uncle." Melati's father refused because there was an appointment with Aryo.

The new house was not so big, it had two rooms and the living room was not so spacious, but it was quite comfortable to live in even if their parents were to visit, there would be no shortage of places to rest.

On the right left there are several units that are almost the same, namely the house that Iyan contracted to project workers or also teachers of nomads. From there Iyan has a decent income even though it does not work.

Even income that has long been used for Iyan education, everything is sourced from there. Iyan's parents never took advantage of income derived from assets belonging to Iyan Rahendra's biological father.

"Buy on the Bride." Melati said she looked ahead, but there were people on their left right.

"Yes, the land ahead is still empty, no one has built it yet." Obviously Iyan looked ahead there which looked like the house building was still a distance away.

Jasmine rested her head on Iyan's shoulder, enjoying the new atmosphere in the new house. He feels alien, but is happy to stay with Iyan.

"Eat ya?"

Iyan persuaded Melati again, sometimes it took persuasion a few times and then Melati complied and ate a little, although only a few spoons and ended with a hot romance to forget the nausea that strikes suddenly when rice fills his stomach.

The night crept in their new home, Melati was asleep as usual. Feeling safe, comfortable, tired but happy makes the girl reluctant to think about anything including the future, for her Iyan is everything.

The clock shows at 23:00, quiet and dark out there can still be seen Iyan through the window curtains are slightly open. No one passed by or spoke, only twinkling lights in the homes of residents who were away from Iyan's house.

'True Adi said, if you seize the person's life is not calm.' murmured Iyan in the heart.

Not even able to sleep well, but how else, Iyan's only desire is to have Melati, where it might give up after making her his wife.

"She should have come." Iyan said softly, still staring at the window and trying to feel the presence of Arka, but it seemed like the ambitious young man did not come.

"Your feet must touch that wooden branch Arka!" Aki pointed at the banyan tree branch whose height was different above the head.

Arka nodded, then again aimed at the wooden branch and kicked higher until his body was seen floating.

"Good Arka!" Aki Juno approached Arka who was already pouring sweat all over her body. His white face now looks red.

The young man was downcast with a sudden chaotic feeling, imagining how they had always been together on a daily basis.

"Arka, if you lose this time. I hope you go and stop." Aki sat back to Arka who still could not take her mind off Melati.

"I don't want to have mine taken by Ki's people." replied Arka still won't give up.

"Yes, only I don't want you to be reduced to ashes because of your excessive love is Arka."

"Isn't your love for the woman who gave birth to Iyan also excessive Ki?" Arka followed Aki sitting on a wooden bench.

"You were right, but then it became a regret for me. And now, inevitably I have to get in your way with them, I don't want you to be reduced to ashes, or win to charcoal because there's nothing left after your fight."

Arka looked at the old face of Aki Juno who clearly had regrets there.

"It seems like fate is calling me to pay my debt to Dimas Mahendra." Aki Juno looked down miserably.

"Why didn't you marry Ki?" asked Arka only the first time he realized the solitude of his teacher Aki.

Aki chuckled a little, "You finally realized also with this loneliness of mine." He chuckles back. "That is how guilt and love become one. Finally make your heart frozen, not thinking about the future, and always remembering the past."

This time Arka chuckled. "That's me Ki." she obviously laughed again but there was a bit of bitterness on her face. "Had I obeyed your words, I wouldn't have had to fight this hard to take Melati."

"Do you want to give up? And everything's done there's no need for any more fights." Aki Arjuna persuaded a little.

"Unfortunately not Ki." replied Arka smiling but staring intently.

Aki breathed so deeply, she could not possibly avoid the fights that had been destined for her. Arka is just because of who knows what the cause is so that it follows a complicated story as if repeating the past.

A story that shouldn't be as complicated as it is right now. In the past Dimas Mahendra was an ordinary young man who worked as a farmer in his village. But it has a beautiful appearance, as well as the current Iyan, young, dashing, kind and polite.

Arjuna was the son of a merchant who was as good as Arka. One village and friends make the two often sit together and chat about the future. Pematang rice fields so witness when they talk about fun things, not least if it is about women.

Until finally met a girl who had just moved to the village, a very beautiful girl the son of a noble.

The beautiful girl was so horrendous to the village youth because of her beauty. Just like Melati who became the lips of young men.