Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Escape

Chand's luxury car crossed a paved road that was not too wide. The street divides a wide courtyard that adds to the beauty of the Gunadhya family residence. On the right and left side of the road, overgrown with trees that make the atmosphere at the front of the magnificent building look more beautiful.

Chand stopped his vehicle, where he used to park the four-wheeled transport. Kalini came down first with a grim face. The smile and cheerful look that the widow of the two children used to show, had disappeared from her beautiful face.

“Ma,” call Chand. He felt guilty for the change in his attitude. “Ma,” call him again. He followed Kalini's quick steps. Trying to persuade the upset mother. “Come, Ma. Didn't Mama accept my decision?”

“Chand!” Kalini immediately stopped her steps and turned to face her son. “Originally you know, yes. My mother did not live in this world forever. If Mama dies, who will take care of you if you don't want to get married?” Kalini kept nagging her eldest son.

“Ma, who wouldn't want to get married, anyway? I just don't feel ready. Later also if it's time to meet a mate, I will definitely get married,” said Chand.

“Then when will you feel ready, Chand? How many times have you rejected a candidate from your mother? Everything doesn't fit you. Mama was confused. What kind of woman do you really like? If you want to find the perfect one, just go there to Thailand.” Kalini exhaled an upset breath. He immediately turned around leaving his eldest son who was still standing with an uncomfortable look. During this time, Chand was a submissive child. Just for the affairs of the escort only he defied the mother.

“Ma ..” Chand still tries to persuade Kalini.

“Already. Don't follow Mama. Mama wants a break!” sergeant Kalini without looking back.

Chand fell silent after getting a snatch from his mother. He chose to calm down for a moment. Unknowingly, his thoughts turned back to the past. The moments where a girl comes to color her life feel monotonous and lonely.

At that time, Chand had just divorced his ex-wife named Ghea. He who is in a condition of chronic heartbreak, met with a beautiful and innocent girl named Binar. Chand fell in love with her. Honey, the girl prefers to marry Chand's own best friend.

As a result, the more chronic the heartbreak that Chand felt. He chose to close himself. Chand even left his business in Jakarta. Deputize it to a confidant. While he himself decided to return to his hometown in Yogyakarta, and control his business remotely.

Chand spends more time in front of the laptop. From there he arranged for the men and made various important decisions, without having to meet many people. Chand also always holds meetings online. Only occasionally did he come out to check out his wedding organizer based in Jogja. Not far from my mother's house.

Chand then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It seemed, after this too he would still reject every matchmaking offer from Kalini. Perhaps she has decided to remain single, with or without the consent of her mother.

Meanwhile, at the residence of Gendhis, Susena's second daughter looks very busy. Wearing his great clothes, a t-shirt and jeans, Gendhis walked out of the house in a hurry. Seeing that, Hanum who was accompanying his two sons playing on the terrace, immediately called his sister. “Where to, Dhis?” yells.

“You to the house Bu Wiryo!” gendhis answered without looking.

“You what?” ask Hanum again.

“Of course to take the invitation that I already spread, Ma'am,” said Gendhis half exclaimed.

“You didn't lie, ‘kan?” chase Hanum.

“Long what?” Gendhis who was pushing the fence until it was half open, immediately turned to his brother.

“Who knows you said to Bu Wiryo's house, but it turned out to be somewhere else,” Hanum said.

“To where else is it going anyway, Ma'am?” Gendhis began to get upset over his brother's unclear attitude.

“You know yourself ‘kan if the broken hearted person likes various things. Some people take mosquito repellent. There are those who walk near the tracks while waiting for the train to pass, some are standing on the bridge. It was also the same as suicide,” Hanum brightly as she grimaced a little.

“Ih, amit-amit! Brother Chand Fawwaz Gunadhya isn't that valuable to the point that I'm willing to commit suicide for his sake!” gendhis. “No way! Nehi nehi acah acah!” Gendhis played his index finger left and right.

“Why should I introspect?” gendhis sewot protests while folding both hands on the chest.

“Yes, who knows the handsome guy refuses because you smell body. In fact, you shower only fit can wangsit doang or time again kambet. Try shadowin, what does your ketek smell like, Dhis,” Hanum said while glaring.

“Ta-but ‘kan, I used deodorant, Ma'am,” Denies Gendhis started to get upset. Immediately, he raised his arm and sniffed his armpits. “Wah yes. A wry smell,” he said while grimacing holding his breath.

“Tuh, ‘kan!” Hanum brandished his index finger.  “You are, yes. Pantesan guys on run. Lha, his room is not taking care of itself and keeping up appearances. Have a beautiful face mbok ya guarded,” reprimand Hanum with a difficult expression to interpret.

Genphis looked down deeply. It was sad and regretful that he felt at that moment. However, regret is no longer meaningful, because everything has happened. “Ya done it, Ma'am.  I went to Bu Wiryo's house first,” his farewell was lethargic. “I have to shut her mouth before she makes an announcement at the mosque.”

With a gontai step, Genphis walked down the street of the compound until she arrived at the house of the gang leader. Lazily, he knocked on the locked fence padlock, until there was movement on the front door.

The wahid complex spy agent raised his head. “Who? Oh, Sister Gendhis.” Bu Wiryo came out of his house, then opened the gate for Gendhis. “Come, log in first,” take her.

“Not necessary, Mom. I'm just a moment, really,” reject Gendhis smooth.

“Oh, what's wrong?” The gossip radar of the middle-aged woman instantly lit up. He could already feel the air of trouble emanating from Gendhis body language. At least, Bu Wiryo will definitely bring one important discussion for the RT event next week.

“I just want to let you know that I am .. I am not getting married, Mom,” replied Gendhis so softly.

“Lho, how can you?” Eyes decorated with eye shadow green color Bu Wiryo wide wide. He immediately pulled out the phone from the negligee's pocket. The middle-aged woman was intending to type something. Maybe he was going to record all the words of Gendhis.

“Iya, Mom. It's .. um, it's ..” Cold sweat drenched Gendhis's forehead. He racked his brain looking for the right reasons and not embarrassing, in order to cover up the cancellation of the match between him and Chand. “My future husband died, Mom!” gendhis said a moment later.

“Ha, died?” Bu Wiryo was surprised not to be a bitch. “Aduh, what a pity, Ma'am,” he said with a look of disbelief.

“That's it, Mom. Incidentally, my future husband would be serving at the border. His friends said he ate the wrong leaf. Whether what leaves she ate to make my future husband vomit heavily,” explained Gendhis. He felt so stupid after saying that.

“Hah? Vomiting to death?” Bu Wiryo knitted his brows.

“Iya, Mom. You see, he was vomiting in the face of his own commander.” After saying so, Gendhis immediately ran away from Bu Wiryo who looked even more astonished.

“Aduh gross! After this I have to escape from here!” restless Gendhis while continuing to run towards his house. He had to make a plan, roughly where he would hide himself for some time.

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