Pursuing the Love of the Widower

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“Know how it means?” asked Genphis curiously. He even went forward and held on to the front seat occupied by the driver and Manggala.

“Ya just heard his name. If not mistaken, he is the owner of the famous WO in the capital. It also exists in several other major cities. I think, in Bandung it seems there is.” Manggala seemed to remember.

“Oh yes. If that's me, too. My future mother-in-law said,” replied that Gendhis was back in his place.

“In addition, Chand Fawwaz is the owner of one of the modeling agencies. Supposedly, you can fit, Mbak,” said Manggala again. “Mbak said photographer.”

“Ya. However, fate says another,” regrets Gendhis.

“Father of Chand Fawwaz, namely the late Pak Gunadhya is the owner of one of the largest retail companies whose network is spread throughout Indonesia, Mbak,” continued Manggala enthusiastically. “Rich one time he. Honey, actually, if Chand's steering wheel candidate has to come off the hook."

“Ah. My stomach feels heartburn when I have discussed the problem.” Gendhis exhaled softly while leaning on the body. He turned his gaze outside the car glass window, on the streets of Bandung City with trees along it that were so shady. No matter how hard he dismissed Chand's shadow, somehow the handsome face was always present in his eyes. If so, Gendhis hopes to become amnesiac only.

Just then, right next to the car that Gendhis was riding in, looked like a motorcycle. On top of the two-wheeled vehicle, there were two lovers who were chatting with each other affectionately.

Suddenly, a ridiculous delusion appeared in Gendhis mind. He imagined that the one riding the bike was Chand. She sits sweet in the back. Hugged the handsome man with affection. How beautiful, traveling around the city of Bandung under the drizzle of rain together while blending love, like in a famous film.

“Mbak plan will be how long in Bandung?” asked Manggala who immediately scattered all the beautiful daydreams of Gendhis.

“Eh .. anu .. I don't know. Maybe until my grandmother feels bored,” said Gendhis who does not know, and has not made plans at all for the continuation of his future. “Can you not call ‘mbak’? I really feel old,” protest Gendhis slowly.

“Oh alright. Then I call Desi?” manggala.

“Hah? How's Desi?” Gendhis. He wanted to protest further, if Manggala did not immediately turn his head with a charming smile. Genphis immediately abandoned her intentions. He sat back quietly. That's the pain of a single timless. Can only enjoy a smile, without being able to have. Especially tasting until satisfied.

“The cat's name is my mother's pet at home. Persian Cat. She is cute and also very soft ..” Manggala was silent for a while. He thought, It seems that the character of the Persian cat is not suitable if likened to Gendhis who is more similar to a lioness. However, before Manggala could recite his words, the vehicle they were riding in had stopped first.

For no more than thirty minutes, they had arrived at the address that Gendhis had been aiming for. The car even stopped right in front of the girl's grandmother's house. Gendhis came out and was followed by Manggala who helped him drop off the suitcase. The handsome man placed the suitcase in front of the entrance gate which happened to be without a fence.

“Dhis, have you arrived?” An old woman with gray hair came over. He had time to correct the location of the glasses perched on the trunk of his minimalist nose. “Udah paid yet taxi fare?” ask the woman who is none other than the grandmother of Gendhis.

“Eh, he's not an online taxi driver. She's Manggala, Nek.” Gendhis immediately kissed the back of his grandmother's hand that had not yet taken his eyes off the handsome figure who had come with the grandson.

“Ah, how the hell? He said you are not married. Kok come here bring your future husband,” said grandmother Gendhis lightly.

“Well, who said she was my future husband, Nek?” gendhis. “This Manggala.”

“Whose name?” asked the grandmother again making the head of Gendhis suddenly puyeng. “Papa you told me, he said you are now unemployed. Therefore, let Grandma pay the cost of this taxi,” chirped the grandmother again while reaching into the pocket of the negligee she was wearing.

“Gosh.” Gendhis patted his forehead while shaking slowly.

“Oh, his friend Gendhis. Naha or teu nyarios ti just now, Jang? (Kok didn't say from earlier, Jang?).” Grandma Gendhis patted Manggala's arm quite hard. “I Sri Lestari Rahayuningtyas. I am Gendhis grandmother. I am retired from PNS. Widowed since the kids were kids. I also ...”

“It looks like Manggala is in a hurry, Grandma. Next time just connected,” interrupted Gendhis who felt that the grandmother had been excessive. Gendhis also felt worried, because in the end the woman named Sri Lestari was always grazing on the absurd behavior of Gendhis as a child to grow up.

“Eh, Genphis! That's called disrespectful. People are tired of getting rid of you, even immediately told to go home. Bring in first,” scold Grandma Sri. “Come, come in first, Jang. It just so happens that grandma cooks a lot. Grandma also made cookies. Anyway if Gendhis comes, grandma must provide a lot of food,” cerocos old woman while pulling the arm Manggala by force and without any cue at all.

“Not bother, Grandma. Thank ye. I have also been awaited by ...” Manggala pointed the index finger at the car. He tried to resist, but also felt bad.

“Oh, just bring your friends!” Grandma Sri's age may have been seven-headed. However, his body movements are still agile and deft. Evidently, now he banged on the car door until it was opened from the inside.

“Good afternoon, Mom,” greet the driver named Ganta earlier. He who was listening to music from earphones while shaking his head, immediately turn off his favorite again.

“Come, get off first,” take Granny Sri a little pushy. Sri's grandmother did not seem to accept rejection, so Ganta resigned from the car and followed the grandmother's steps with Manggala. They also sit comfortably in the living room is quite spacious and neat.

Meanwhile, Gendhis had been dragged first by his grandmother to help him prepare drinks and various snacks.

Not long after, the tomboy girl in the torn jeans came out while carrying a tray containing several cups of tea and the teapot. “I'm sorry my grandmother, yes. He is too extroverted,” said Gendhis feel embarrassed and not good.

“It's okay, Ma'am .. uh, Dhis. After all, we are not in a hurry, kok,” said Manggala while smiling warmly.

“Come. Please sample!” The granny's voice sounded again. This time, he came out while carrying a few jars of snacks. Grandma Sri, put the open jars on the table.

“This is Gendhis's favorite kicimpring. Anyway this is a mandatory snack every Gendhis comes. He can run out his own setoples,” pointed at Granny Sri endlessly while thrusting the mouth of the jar towards Manggala and Ganta. Kicimpring is a preparation of grated cassava that is formed round, then dried, then fried.

“Gendhis once eat like not using breath. Ludes sekilo direct. Sometimes Grandma was worried that she spent a long time here, afraid of rice rations and spending money a month out of the week. Grandma did not stop thinking, where did all the food that went into her stomach. The body is still skinny.” Grandma Sri continues to express her granddaughter's disgrace. Although Gendhis had repeatedly nudged the grandmother's arm as a gesture. However, Grandma Sri did not care.

“Moreover if Gendhis becomes unemployed like this. Ouch, make Grandma more dizzy thinking,” said the grandmother while kneeling her temple.

“If Mbak Gendhis wants to, Mbak can work at my place. Rather than idle,” said Manggala without hesitation.

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