Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Magic Rubber Candy

Late in the evening, Gendhis arrived at the grandmother's house. The woman who was a little slouch, seemed to be busy arranging dishes on the dining table. During this time, Grandma Sri was only accompanied by a housekeeper named Ceu Imas Maesaroh. She was a native Sundanese woman, and was the widow of three children.

The savory aroma of Grandma Sri's cooking spread throughout the room, tickling the tiny nostrils of Gendhis who had just returned home. The excitement at Manggala's offer that made Gendhis think hard, had disappeared for a moment when he sat down and took two sweet sour fried shrimp.

“Wear the rice,” reprimand the Grandma patted gently the back of Gendhis hand, while scooping a barrel full of rice into the dish. Sri's grandmother then thrust it on Gendhis.

“I haven't washed my hands, but it's okay, deh.” Gendhis received the plate filled with rice cheerfully. He started eating. The girl always looks ravenous if she has met the food she likes. In fact, Gendhis had no restrictions with any kind of food. That means, he is included in the greedy group. But strangely, his body could not stretch. I don't know where all the fat he's been absorbing all this time.

While continuing to chew his food, Gendhis recalled his conversation with Manggala during the interview. “You can load your own articles. I'll set you free, Dhis. Write down everything you know about Chand Fawwaz Gunadhya. Be it bad-bad or vice versa. I think it's legitimate as long as it can attract readers. However, do not let you upload hoax news, yes. If you need to find out first everything about that person before summarizing it into the form of news,” said Manggala a few hours ago.

“But ‘kan tabloid you are not about gossip, Ngga,” said Gendhis fret.

“Still in when loading about Chand. Let's just say my business tabloid is peeling the profile of successful entrepreneurs like him,” reply Manggala who continues to try to convince Gendhis. “I guess, it's not hard to find information about Chand. Moreover, you were once going to be his future wife, although .. um .. yes so ...” Manggala had no intention of continuing his words.

“How can you be so sure? Chand is the strangest guy I've ever met. Characteristics winds. I'm confused how to react to it.” Gendhis took a piece of gum from his pocket. Without feeling any hesitation, the girl ate it in front of Manggala. “Sorry yes, I like to sleepy when chatting like this while eating gum,” he said indifferently.

“It's okay. As long as the rest you do not throw into my hair,” reply Manggala responded to the indifferent attitude of Gendhis casually. Although he only knew the girl from Yogyakarta in just a few days, but Manggala had guessed the real character of the beautiful but tomboyish girl. He watched Susena's second daughter for a while. “So, how?” Manggala back to make sure.

“What?” gendhis asked as he played his eyebrows.

“Gosh,” decak Manggala slowly. In addition to looking less sweet and not in accordance with the name, it turns out that Gendhis is also a bit slow. “That's what we discussed earlier,” said the handsome man reminded.

“Oh, about Chand?” Gendhis.

“Iya. What say?” Manggala seemed to be giving a challenge to Gendhis.

Meanwhile, the girl only shrugged both of her shoulders. “I'm a photographer. Not a news finder,” said Gendhis unsure of the challenge given by Manggala.

“Yes, I know that. However, you can bridge the news finder to get something they can write to fill the article column in my tabloid. That's how simple it is,” clearly Manggala with a calm smile.

“Ah! You're weird, Ngga. It's obvious Chand is allergic to me,” reject Gendhis. “Originally you know, yes. Chand's expression every time I see him, just like when a husband walks with his wife, continues to suddenly he meets an affair. You can shadow ‘kan? The expression of fear of interference,” explained Gendhis, which makes Manggala have to pry his lips to hold his laughter. While Gendhis was still preoccupied with chewing the gum that he occasionally took out, he looked at it for a moment, then put it in his mouth again.

“Ya, stop. It's okay if you're not ready. I am not forcing at all,” said Manggala. This time, he was the one who felt angry with the behavior of Gendhis who felt very dirty for the size of a girl as beautiful as him. “What I offered earlier was only a form of concern for you. My new friend,” he continued. “I feel we are frequency. There are many similarities between you and me. From starting from the fashion style, to our attitude in dealing with the surrounding environment. Yes, even though I never take and look at chewing gum.”

Gendhis only laughed crisply, after hearing Manggala's words that insinuated his absurd behavior. However, a moment later the girl's face turned serious. He leaned forward. “Have you also ever been left when you hoped to get married soon?” ask Gendhis just like that.

“Um .. not really,” replied Manggala shakes sure.

“Heart breaks a year?” ask Gendhis again more and more.

“But heart is not. I have only ever failed in a relationship,” replied Manggala casually.

“Yes, it's not the same. I don't feel heartbroken. I am even grateful to be free from traitors like my ex,” explained Manggala with a smile, although the look in his eyes showed pain

that's deep.

Look into the eyes that were felt by Gendhis, so that he did not dare to ask questions again. Gendhis preferred to continue chewing, until accidentally biting his own lips. Genphis also complained quietly.

“Why? Is that acting so I can add? How do empty plates keep on? You're not kesambet, ‘kan? Well, where now just want maghrib,” chattering Granny Sri with worried look, who

make a daydream of Gendhis instantly crumbles. “Usually this hour again on wandering nyari girls who have not taken a shower.” Grandma Sri's eye tails point to her grandson.

“Eh, i-yes. I'm already full. Thank you for serving such a delicious meal, Nek,” said Gendhis before rising from his chair, then kissing Grandma's hand. He then handed the empty plate to Ceu Imas who happened to pass by. “I go to the room first yes, Grandma. To hide. Fear of being kidnapped sandekala,” he said later, making Granny Sri gaped.

“Okay, this really is like. My grandson kesambet,” murmured Granny Sri slowly. Because, Gendhis always eat in porters. He often adds one or two more plates. Heran, the body of Gendhis is still slim and slim. It may be true what her late husband said first, that Gendhis had an apprenticeship. “Mandi first, Neng!” yells.

“Iya, Nek,” said Gendhis half exclaimed. He who had taken a few steps away from Grandma Sri, turned his head back. “Ceu Imas, please masakin hot water yes,” pinta Gendhis polite and meek.

“For what,Teh?” ask Ceu Imas.

“To brew the contents of my frozen head. Let's dilute a little,” chirped Genphis replied casually. He exhaled a rough breath. Gende turned around. “Please still on.” His grunt slowly while walking towards the room.

Grandma Sri who felt suspicious, followed her grandson to the room quietly. He then peeked out from behind the slightly open door. He saw that Gendhis was lying on his back with glaring eyes staring at the ceiling. “Gusti, kunaon? (Gusti, why?)” granny Sri muttered as she clucked slowly while shaking in disbelief. “Must be taken to Ajengan Mochtar like it,” Grandma Sri thought as she passed from the front of Gendhis room.

Shortly thereafter, a ringing of Gendhis's cell phone was heard. Immediately, the girl got up and answered the incoming call. “Halo,” sounds Gendhis greeting someone across there. “What's up, Ngga?” the question is a bit lazy.

“Dhis, I'd like to ask you a favor. Let's just say, this is a task on the first day you work,” said Manggala.

“What task, Ngga?” gendhis asked immediately with a serious look.

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