Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Ojol Baper

Chand and Gendhis were both stunned. They didn't think that the two would meet at that place. This was really a coincidence, even though Gendhis already knew that Chand was in Bandung.

“Oh, sorry. I thought my boyfriend!” said Gendhis with emphasis on the word ‘pacar’.

“Nothing,” sahut Chand cuek. He refocused looking at the book lined up neatly on a large table. “What are you doing here?” ask her a few moments later. Chand realizes that Gandhis is glancing at him secretly.

After Chand's mischievous actions are realized, Genphis immediately pretends to be indifferent. “As you can see. I'm here to attend the book fair,” replied Gendhis no less indifferent. He pretended to throw his face away, but when Chand did not see, Gendhis secretly returned to steal a glance with awe.

“Far-away come to Bandung to see the book fair? Though in Jogja also a lot,” said Chand slowly.

“Ih, want to know you. Kayak Bu Wiryo's. Kepo,” pout Gendhis. “What are you doing here?” Genphis asked back loudly.

“I have to check the preparations for Wedding Expo tomorrow. Usually, these kinds of tasks I leave to my assistant. But he is on permission. So, I had to do the job,” explained Chand. He said so while moving on the other side of the wide table with hundreds of books on it. However, Chand was stunned when another figure stood not far from him. The other person is Manggala. He looked at Chand with a difficult highlight. Same with Chand.

“Mas Angga!” exclaimed Gendhis sok centil, then ran over and wrestled spoiled in the arms of the long-haired man. “Where to from? Gendhis time is gone, anyway?”

“Oh, yes. Sorry, Ma'am. Uh, I mean, Dick. Anu ... I accidentally met my friend there,” Manggala misbehaved while pointing his index finger forward.

“Ya, already then. I know my friend.” Genphis is still playing. Like a leech that sticks tightly to the arm of Manggala and does not want to be released.

Manggala can only grimace. With his rigid body language, he follows the play of Gendhis. “Bby. All of us lunch, yes,” take him while scratching his nape. “Mari.” Manggala said goodbye and nodded at Chand before passing from there. Chand continued to watch the friendly-looking Gendhis with Manggala, until the two men were invisible from sight.

“That was Chand Gunadhya?” asked Manggala after being away from the exhibition area. They now choose a seat at a food stall in the mall.

“Iya,” replied Genphis while trying to neutralize her breath and feelings.

“What is he doing here? Are you guys making a deal?” ask Manggala. His journalist instincts are back on.

“He said he wanted to check the preparation for Wedding Expo tomorrow,” said Gendhis.

“Oh, yes. I just remembered. Tomorrow we will hold Wedding Expo in this mall.” Mangosteen mangosteen while thinking. “I so there's an idea,” the cetus later.

“What?”

“Tomorrow ‘kan Monday. Your schedule of interviews. What if the interview material for tomorrow is covering the exhibition event. I want to see the raw results of your shots directly. After that, you can come to my office and do a live interview. How?” tawang Manggala's.

If he could, Gendhis would never see Chand again. The shadow of being rejected and humiliated by the man still continued to fill his mind. But what to say. For the sake of professionalism, he should be able to put aside all personal matters.

“OK. I am ready, Mr. Manggala,” said Gendhis while taking a respectful attitude.

“Kok now so call ‘pak’?” Manggala chuckled, revealing dimples near the corners of his lips.

“Before ‘kan want to be my boss, Sir,” explained Gendhis.

“That's if accepted. If not?” the instantaneous Manggala Guts made Gendhis guts shrivel.

“Yes too, yes,” muttered that tomboy girl. “If not accepted, it looks like I want the list to be ajol. Than grandma nagging continues.”

Manggala laughed again in response to Gendhis ridiculous remark. “I'm just kidding, Dhis. Interviews are only a condition. I make sure you will work directly,” he said.

“Ah, which is real?” Gendhis eyeballs are round and beautiful, perfectly wide.

“Eat first, Dhis." The mangosteen directs its hands on the food that is already available.

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The next morning, when Sri's grandmother was about to knock on the door of the room that Gendhis occupied, the girl had already opened it with a big smile. “Good morning, Nek,” cheerful with a neat appearance.

“Tumben already perfumed. Usually if here, twelve o'clock in the afternoon still stinks,” chirp Granny Sri astonished.

“Today ‘kan Gendhis interview, Nek,” sahut Gendhis as he passed to the dinner table. There, a complete breakfast is available with a variety of side dishes.

However, Gendhis only took two pieces of fried chicken, then he wrapped them in tissue.

“Lho, where are the chickens going? Why don't you just eat it here, Dhis?” ask Grandma Sri.

“Gendhis eat while walking, Grandma. Afraid of being late,” said while kissing the back of the grandmother's hand.

In front of Grandma Sri's home page, already waiting for an online ojek that has been ordered by Gendhis before. After installing a helmet and sitting comfortably in the seat, the duck bike began to drive slowly to the mall where the wedding expo was held.

Actually, the event will start with the opening at ten in the morning. However, Gendhis had intended to arrive early. Who knows he can meet again with Chand and have a reason to chat under the pretext of ‘interview’. Gendhis also intends to take a photo of the man secretly.

In the middle of the road and on a motorbike that was still moving, Gendhis opened a package of tissues and began to devour the two chicken pieces without shame. Although several other riders had noticed her behavior, the girl did not care at all. Provided he can fill the stomach so as not to starve.

However, at the last bite, a luxury sedan stopped in line with the motorbike that Gendhis was riding at the red light. At first, Gendhis did not bother. However, after the car's glass window descended slowly and revealed Chand's face behind it, he reacted. “There is no other place to eat, huh?” reprimand the handsome man with a sneering tone.

Gendhis had glared and misbehaved. Especially when Chand laughed mockingly at him. Instantly, he hid the fried chicken that had remained bone, behind the pocket of the online motorcycle driver jacket that was piggybacking on him.

Sontak, the taxi driver protested because he felt uncomfortable. He pulled his bike over and hurriedly took off his jacket. “Teteh don't be insolent, yes! That's not polite!” the driver of the motorcycle taxi whose age does not seem to differ much from Gendhis.

“Sorry, Mom. I panic,” said Gendhis while repeatedly cupping his hands in front of his chest.

“Already. I don't want to drive Teteh anymore. Bodo also very willing to be given one star,” grumbled the motorcycle taxi driver while hurriedly leaving Gendhis at the intersection of red lights.

“Wow! Don't leave me here. I don't know the way here," pinta Gendhis half begged.

However, the driver of the online motorcycle does not care. He turned on his motorbike, then left the bewildered Gendhis just like that.

“Ih, baperan very. Time just mad,” grumbled Gendhis. Now he must figure out a way to arrive at the mall without getting lost. It was at this time that Gendhis heard a voice that sounded so familiar.

“Bareng me only, Dhis,” said a voice belonging to Chand that turned out to be standing behind him.

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