Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Curhatan Blank

From Husein Sastranegara International Airport, Gendhis walked out alone. The girl looked around her. Ah, it turns out the grandmother didn't tell anyone to pick her up. By force, Genphis had to call a taxi that used to run around the airport.

Just as Genphis was about to open the waiting car door, a voice called out his name was heard. Genphis also looked.

“Mbak Gendhis, where is the destination?” Manggala approached the girl with a warm smile.

“Oh ... anu ... it .. to Dago,” replied Gendhis misbehaved.

“Dago? Then, our goal is the same. Instead of taking a taxi, it is better to take my pickup car,” said Manggala offers services to deliver Gendhis.

“Ah, no need. Necessary troublesome. Anyway ...” Gendhis seemed hesitant to continue his words. He looked hesitant, worried if Manggala was offended by what he was about to say.

“Again why, Ma'am?” Manggala raised his eyebrows. However, a moment later the man seemed to be able to capture, to where the girl's speech with an oversize t-shirt before him. Manggala reached into the back pocket of his pants. He took out his wallet. The handsome man handed the driving SIM to Gendhis.

“Create what is this?” ask Gendhis astonished.

“Make a handle, if I do evil with Mbak,” replied Manggala kalem.

“Well, if I was kidnapped, raped, dianiyaya to death, then my body was thrown into the ravine .. still this SIM you will take again. What's the point?” chirping Gendhis. The words he had been holding back from earlier, suddenly shot out with no brakes at all. While Manggala just silently gawked.

Another case with taxi drivers who are already hot. He rang the claskon a few times. However, Gendhis did not bother him. He continued to speak in front of Manggala.

“Your thoughts are extreme, Ma'am. Of course I'm not that bad,” Manggala rebut still looks calm. He did not show that he was offended by Gendhis.

“I'm just being careful. In this day and age. We are forbidden to believe in strangers. When we are too trusting then thrown away arbitrarily .. pain .. pain is everywhere.” Gendhis seemed so emotional when he said that. He really is a hero. The taxi driver rang the horn in annoyance.

“Yes, but it's two different things" replied Manggala who seemed to understand Gendhis intent, "not all men are guilty of you. For example I ...” Manggala was silent for a moment. He showed off his calm smile again. “Good. Then keep this. Who knows someday you will need.” Manggala offered a business card to Gendhis.

The girl immediately accepted, then read it carefully. He instantly stumbled. How not? The business card is exactly the same as the business card on behalf of Manggala that was once given by Mr. Bagus, the former editor-in-chief. He continued to research every alphabet in the card. Who knows if there are letters that are reversed. However, it turned out to be exactly the same, even after Gendhis flipped through it. While the claskon sign of annoyance the taxi driver again sounded.

Gendhis again did not make the sound of the horn that he thought came from another vehicle. “Good. I will keep this business card well,” said the girl with a smile, trying to hide her surprise. He then put the card into his pocket.

“I say yes first," said Gendhis waving confidently. However, just as he was about to open the door, the taxi car that had been waiting for him suddenly passed by.

Genphis stood up while gawking. And also Manggala. The handsome man frowned, as Gendhis turned to him. “Hehehe ... the taxi is blurred,” said Gendhis withstood embarrassment. While Manggala was forced to reply with a calm smile.

“Bareng me only, Mbak,” invite Manggala back to offer services. “Rather than having to find a taxi again,” persuade him.

Gendris thought again. He watched the tall, handsome man from head to toe. The girl did not think. How could, a man with a thug-like appearance, turn out to be the editor-in-chief as well as the owner of a fairly large print and electronic media. Manggala even got on an economy class plane and sat next to him.

“How? That's my pickup car already coming,” pointed Manggala, making Gendhis immediately aware. The direction of his eyes followed Manggala's index finger which moved towards a black SUV car which stopped in front of them.

“OK, again. I'm coming along,” break up Gendhis confidently. A rich man like Manggala, it is impossible to do anything, unless he is a psychopath. But it seems that it is impossible. As far as Gendhis had observed from earlier, Manggala was behaving very normally.

The girl finally got into the car. He chose to sit in the middle seat. Manggala sat next to the driver.

“Mbak original Bandung huh?” the handsome man asked as he looked towards Gendhis.

“I was born in Jogja. My mom's there. My real papa Bandung,” explained Gendhis.

“Oh, so.” Manggala.

“What is the purpose of Mbak here to find work?” ask the man again.

“Arun from what?” Manggala smiled amusedly.

“Ah, how is it good? I told you no, huh? I actually want to tell you a story, but this is a humiliating experience,” raved Gendhis while scratching his head.

“News, Ma'am. Let's just say Mas Ganta, our driver, heard nothing. Yes ‘kan, Mas?” Manggala patted the driver on the shoulder, then laughed.

“Beres, Boss! I didn't hear anything. Wait a minute, I'm wearing earphones first.” The driver named Ganta, immediately put on the earphones, then refocused driving.

“Well, it's done. Safe, Mbak.” Manggala held out one of his thumbs.

Gendhis. He was getting doubtful. However, in his mind Manggala was a stranger who could not possibly tell his complaints to Bu Wiryo. Unless she's that woman's family. However, it seems that it is also impossible, because if Bu Wiryo has a family as good and as cool as Manggala, he must have exhibited it to all residential residents.

“So like this. I fled because of shame,” said Gendhis began to tell the beginning of the encounter with Kalini, until Chand who canceled the match when the invitation was already spread.

“Oh, so so. Very sorry for you, Mother. What does your ex-husband do?” Manggala returned to extract information. He is a true journalist.

“I don't know,” replied Gendhis.

“Then age?” ask Manggala again.

“I don't know either,” said Gendhis grimaced small.

“Hah! How can you not know anything about your candidate?” Manggala clucked slowly.

“I also don't know where he works. Even though his house is big. May his wealth not be the result of corruption,” said Gendhis.

“Lantas, what dong do you know from Mbak's ex-husband?”

“I just know he's handsome. Similar Indian movie star,” replied Gendhis immediately.

“If name? Don't let Mama also don't know his name, yes. I could be snapped even though we just know,” threatened Manggala.

“Wah, if the name really stuck in the brain. Chand Fawwaz Gunadhya,” said Gendhis as he exhaled slowly.

Hearing the name mentioned by Gendhis, Manggala suddenly put on a surprised look. “Chand Fawwaz?” reworked.

“Iya, you know?” Gendhis asked back.

“Ehm, not so familiar. Just know and often hear his name,” replied Manggala while sharing a meaningful smile.

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