Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Prahara Invitation Card

Today, Chand and Ghendis plan to visit the printing office to make an invitation card. Again, Chand's head throbbed, as he finished parking the vehicle in the front yard of Susena's residence. Chand chose not to get out of the car immediately. He wanted to relax first. Close your eyes while breathing a lot of air. A moment later, the handsome man then exhaled slowly and regularly several times, until he felt much calmer.

However, the calm that Chand felt was not able to last long. His head again throbbed, when he heard a knock on the car window. Chand who was then in a leaning position while closed, then opened his eyes. He glanced towards the voice earlier.

From behind the window of the car, there stood a beautiful girl who was none other than Gendhis. This time, the girl's appearance seemed much more normal. He was wearing torn jeans combined with koas oblong oversize. Gendhis tied his hair carelessly and did not look neat, until some fell just covering the neck. One small backpack strap that has always been his loyal friend was slung on the right shoulder. Gendhis keeps tapping on the window glass, until Chand unlocks it and lets it in.

“Hai. Good afternoon,” greet Gendhis warm and cheerful. A wide smile was beautifully painted on her face, as she sat down and put on her seatbelt.

“Siang,” reply Chand as necessary. Without further ado, he started the engine again.

“Papa send greetings to you with Aunt Kalini,” said Gendhis mince words.

“Thank you. Later I say,” sahut Chand without turning to Gendhis. He drove his vehicle out of the yard.

When Chand's car is on the highway, Genphis appears to be pulling out a cell phone. He then took some pictures of himself with Chand focusing on driving. The handsome man did not care at all what Gendhis was doing. Chand is too lazy to get along with a girl who looks strange to him.

“Oh yes, Chand.” Gendhis put his phone back in the bag. He looked at the handsome man behind the wheel. “Where the hell are we going?” ask Gendo to make sure.

“Not my mom told you yesterday?” Chand asked back. However, he was still not interested in showing his good looks to Gendhis. He even hid his shady gaze behind his sunglasses.

While Gendhis exhaled softly. He leaned his head, then glanced back at Chand. “Iya, I know that. I mean, are we really going to the printing press to make invitation cards. The problem is I have not compiled at all anyone and how many guests will be invited.” Genphis touched the base of his nose.

“Then you are about it,” sahut Chand lightly. “I don't want any problems with mama.”

“What does it count? Where can it be like that,” reject Gendhis.

“Terasu. Don't forget. We only have two weeks until good day.” Chand is still focusing on the steering.

“Then the invitation card is how?”

“Formality only,” replied Chand lightly.

“How's formalities? I mean ... we will make invitation card how much?”

“Order only as necessary,” replied Chand lazily.

“Then?” gendhis asked, not understanding.

“You share. Easy right?” answer Chand lightly.

“To whom?”

“Ke all over Indonesia if you feel as an important person.” Chand braked the vehicle he was driving. At that moment the red light seemed to light up. The handsome man no longer spoke.

Gendhis watched the man in a black long-sleeved t-shirt who kept putting on a serious look. The girl looked at the pair of shoes that Chand was wearing, then switched to jeans. Everything looks very normal when compared to its appearance that tends to be indifferent. A moment later, Gendhis again noticed the handsome man next to him. The sleeves that Chand wore, deliberately raised up to three-quarters. Showing hands with clean skin groomed and decorated with fine feathers that are quite a lot. Likewise with the veins protruding on the back of the hand that is holding the steering wheel.

“Do you have a secret boyfriend, so you don't approve of this matchmaking too much? The reason it will be much better than because you are not interested in women,” chirped Gendhis, making Chand more lazy to respond to it. The eldest son of Kalini just turned his head for a while, then refocused on the traffic, because the green light was already on. During the trip until arriving at the printing press in question, Chand still did not talk much. The handsome man even walked out of the vehicle without making any small talk.

“Yes, geez. Turn can mate this model,” said Gendhis slowly. He took off his seatbelt and got out of the car. He approached Chand who was waiting for him. Gendhis had seen a large banner that read Chand's chosen printing name. Hasan’s Printing.

“Ayo,” invite Chand. Unlike other couples who are going to have a wedding. Chand had no desire at all to simply guide the hand of Gendhis. He just passed by, and let the girl follow him. Inside, Chand meets a busy man behind a computer screen. “Siang, Mas,” greet Chand.

“Siang too, Mas. Can anyone help?” reply to the man. He paused for a moment his work, then approached Chand and Gendhis.

“We want to print invitation card here. What can?” ask Chand without much ado.

“For when yes, Mas?” ask the man again.

“One more week. Sorry for this sudden wedding,” replied Chand reasoned.

The man did not answer immediately. He turned his gaze to Gendhis who was wearing an oversize t-shirt. The man was a beard. “What is the amount, Mas?”

Chand immediately turned to Gendhis. The girl just shrugged her shoulders. “About it,” said Gendhis.

“Try you about,” reply Chand.

“Gosh.” Gendhis clucked slowly. “Where do I know how many families, friends, and colleagues, you will invite.”

“Ya. Now calculate the estimate from your side. Later we unite with mine,” said Chand while kneading his temple.

“Sabar, Mass. Better to talk carefully,” the advice of the man in the printing press. “If talking to a pregnant woman should be slow, Mas. They're much more sensitive. My wife was like that too, his chatter” made Chand and Gendhis look at each other for a moment.

“Hey, Mas Hasan! Don't be so careless! Who is pregnant?” show Gendhis won't take it.

“Sorry, Ma'am. I thought, Ma'am is pregnant.” The man smiled shyly. “Again, Hasan is the name of the printing owner. My name is Dedi. I'm just an employee here,” error.

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