Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Revenge Offers

Gendhis and Chand split up in the parking lot. After getting out of the car belonging to the man whom Gendhis did not know his background at all, he did not look back. Time and time again, Gendhis cursed himself so foolishly that he still fell into the charm of the man who had obviously humiliated him and his family.

“Ah, I wish he would be interested in me,” grumbled Gendhis while beating his head slowly. He stopped at the entrance when a security guard checked his backpack. “From now on, just throw it all away. There is no time for love,” continued Gendhis again with a voice that is quite loud. Making the security guard beside him become confused.

“Remember yes, Sir. A spirited work. We can't buy a diamond with just love!” gendhis said in a fiery manner while patting the guard's shoulder which was increasingly astonished to see his attitude.

“Betul, Mom. Yesterday my wife also sold my RX King for seven million rupiah,” said the security guard who finally responded, although actually did not connect with Gendhis speech.

“Hah, very cheap! RX King is thirty million?” exclaims Genphis doesn't believe it.

“That's, Mom. Because I ngaku if buy a motorbike for five million,” replied the security guard lethargic.

“Oh, you lied, yes?” Gendhis moved his index finger in front of the security guard's face. “Why not be honest, anyway?”

“Wah, if until I speak honestly have bought a motorbike for tens of millions, I could have been kicked out of the house,” said the security guard. “Let me have a hard baton, but it is of no use in front of wife.”

“Kata Cinta also will not be able to save ya, sir,” chirped Gendhis.

“One stop, Mom. Didn't Mom herself say that diamonds can't be bought with love,” said the security guard whose name is still a secret. Gendhis had glanced at the pin of the small nameplate embedded on the front of the uniform. The pin says ‘Kasrin Gonzales’. A very strange and unconceived combination of names.

“What kind of name is that?” thought Gendhis. He muttered softly while scratching his head. This time, he was confused. Just as Gendhis was about to respond, suddenly came a mall visitor who immediately put his briefcase right on the security guard table. “Please check, Sir,” said the person.

Genphis took a deep breath. He knew very well the owner of the voice. Who else if not Chand. The man was standing gallantly beside Gendhis. Waiting for the bag to be checked.

“Have I finished yes, sir? Safe right, yes?” ask Gendo before it passes.

“Safe, Mom. Please.” The security guard reached out his hand politely, as a gesture that the examination of Gendhis's bag was over.

“OK. Thank you, Sir. I pray for the patient. Just let go of thirty million,” chirped Gendhis.

“I've tried to forget, Mom,” said the security guard.

“Forget the motor?” Genphis knitted an eyebrow.

“Not. Forgetting my wife,” replied the security guard without feeling sinful.

“Astaghfirullah, can't do that, sir. Careful, loh. Don't play with women! Watch out if you get the karma!” reprimand Gendhis with a tone of speech that he deliberately elevates, so that Chand hears and understands. “Before you harass a woman, then remember to your mother and younger sister,” asserted Gendhis with a fiery spirit. “That's it.” The tail of Gendhis's eyes glanced at Chand. However, the man seems to be just cute. He even acted as if Gendhis was nowhere near him.

“Handering, Mom. I may forget my beloved wife. Especially if every morning, he wakes me up while saying this; Aa’ wakes up. Time for work, work, work! Remember, the refrigerator installment is still not paid off,” chatter the security guard.

“Good, Sir. That means you're a good person. May you not be deceived again, because being deceived and given false hope is heavy,”, said Gendhis half insinuated. But again Chand doesn't care.

Finally the tomboy decided to pass from there. Moreover, the security guard also looks busy checking Chand's bag is quite large. Gendhis was determined that he would no longer think of the man. He should focus on his task today, which is to take photos of expo activities.

The only thing that makes Gendhis forget all the sadness and disappointment, is when he is busy capturing the beautiful moments around. Faces with various expressions and interesting events. All he took with his camera shots.

It did not feel like two hours had Gendhis take photos during the opening of the wedding exhibition. It felt enough, Gendhis immediately tidied the equipment into a backpack, then rushed towards Manggala's office.

Half an hour using an online motorcycle taxi, Gendhis arrives at a dozen-storey office building. After asking the receptionist, he was directed to the top floor. While carrying his bag, Genphis entered the elevator.

The elevator doors opened on the floor where Genphis was headed. It was not difficult for him to find the Manggala room, because the receptionist had given instructions. “Both the door of Mr. Manggala's room that there are many stickers, Mom,” so said the beautiful employee neatly tuned.

True, the door of the room that was intended was indeed full of permanent stickers. Most of the stickers are pictured with world-famous monuments, such as the Eiffel Tower in Paris. However, there are also other stickers whose shape is typical like belonging to the scooter motor community. Gendhis knew exactly, because in college, he had attended one of the largest Vespa groups in Jogja.

“Dhis?”

“Pak Manggala?”

They talk at the same time.

“Do not call Sir, ah. Angga only,” said the handsome gondrong-haired man. “Come, login.” Manggala undoes the intention to get out. He invited Gendish to sit in a chair facing his desk.

“Kok is done with the coverage? Kirain you want until night there,” joked Manggala.

“Some photos are enough ‘kan for interview material,” Gendhis said. There was a sweet smile on the lips of the twenty-seven-year-old girl. He then thrust his favorite DSLR camera at Manggala.

“Hm.” Manggala began to seriously pay attention to the results of Gendhis shots through the LCD located on the back of the camera. The man shifted slide by slide the image obtained during the time Genphis was at the expo.

“Dhis, your photos are cool. Viewing angle, background, and composition, all good. Aspects of the information can be very, but ..” The man was silent for a moment while observing the curious face of Gendhis. Manggala then chuckled softly.

“But what?” gendhis asked impatiently.

“But in most of your photos there is his Chand face,” Manggala replied while widened.

“Ah, time anyway?” With red cheeks in embarrassment, Gendhis snatched his camera and checked himself one after another of the photos he had obtained. “Yes too, yes,” his murmur confirmed Manggala's statement. Unknowingly, Gendhis included Chand's figure in his photographs. He patted his own forehead. “Aduh, how, nih!” exclaims Gendhis restrained.

“It looks like you have a heavy crush on Chand ya, Dhis,” seductive Manggala while stalling a smile.

“Ngak. Who said?” rebut Gendhis while looking away.

“I understand, kok. He was that handsome. Which women are not interested in handsome, established men and come from wealthy families,” said Manggala. “Although you have been hurt in such a way, but still, yes,”.

“Don't be wrong, Ngga. I'm not so crazy about him. I'm still sane, kok.” Gendhis remained.

“Didn't you have a grudge against him who humiliated you, Dhis?” ask Manggala later.

“Sudge?” birthday Genthis. “Ngak, coke. Ordinary aja. I just want to show you that I can look great and cool like her.”

“So, you don't have any grudges? Feelings of wanting to reply?” fishing rod Manggala again.

“Reply?” Gendhis repeated the words of the man with the man bun hairstyle.

“Iya, reply. I think it's only natural that you want to repay the heartache. If you want, then I can help for that,” said Manggala. The man grinned strangely, replacing the warm smile that had yesterday continued to adorn his face.

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Cooling down first, yuk. Stop by first in this cool work.guaranteed different, the plot is difficult to guess, will not make bosen