Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Love Interview

Manggala's words just now, suddenly made Gendhis glare. “My pocket?” tanyanya could not believe it. “I ‘kan only photographers.”

“Ya, you can take photos of Mr. Gunadhya during his interview,” Manggala replied with a smile.

“Yes, geez.” Between the sad and happy feelings of Genphis at that time. Why when he wants to forget the beautiful figure of Chand, there are events that even make him have to meet the man. However, what to say. Gendhis was just a subordinate who had to obey the superiors.

Until the morning meeting was over, Gendhis was still moping. A cup of milk coffee and biscuits offered by his new friend, Sinta, can not even eliminate the sour look on the beautiful face.

“Already, don't think too much, Dhis. I've contacted his WO office here. One of his employees gave Chand a business phone number. He confirmed the schedule of the interview tomorrow morning at his private villa. We have to hurry, before Chand Gunadhya returns to Jogja,” said Sinta kalem.

“Hah, can you get her phone number?” Gendhis beautiful eyes perfectly rounded.

“His employee's word is a special phone number for business purposes,” replied Sinta who was busy biting biscuits, then sipping hot milk coffee. It is a perfect combination in the afternoon that is not hot at all, because they are in a room full of AC.

Gendhis became intrigued by the scent emanating from the porcelain cup. He secretly took out a piece of biscuit, then dipped it in Sinta's hot drink. “So, when do we leave?” tanyakanya.

“Kan told you earlier. Tomorrow morning,” Sinta.

“Oh, yes. Okay, deh. I'm ready.” A little nervous, Gendhis combed his long, tangled hair with his fingers. Deep down in his heart, deeper than the Mariana Trench, Gendhis cheered happily. Tomorrow, he wants to be perfect in front of Chand. That means, later tonight he has to perform some rituals that are expected to make Chand ‘tersat’.

The day passed quickly. At least, that was what Gendhis felt. Especially when he received a message from Sinta at night before going to bed, containing information about Chand's phone number and the full address of his village.

Don't late. Tomorrow we make an appointment in front of the villa gate at eight o'clock.

That was the closing message Sinta sent that night. His intention to perform the ritual, failed already. In reality, Gendhis was already too sleepy.

Okay fine!

Just one word from Gendhis. After that, he placed his mobile phone on the nightstand. Gendo tried to close his eyes. However, after a while, the girl did not fall asleep.

He has repeatedly turned his body. On his back, on his stomach, tilted to the right, then to the left, until he was riding lakoni. Gendhis had even flipped through pillows in hopes of finding the scent of a dream that would make him sleep.

However, the shadow of Chand's face and the enthusiasm he felt made his stomach seem tickled from within by hundreds of invisible fingers. Not wanting to be tormented any longer, Genphis finally got up and grabbed her phone back.

I saw Chand's phone number. He then put it into contact. His prank hit that number, and it turned out to be connected.

“Call no, yes,” thought doubtful. “If phone, use what reason?” Genghis asked himself. “This is ‘kan number for business purposes?”

Genphis breaks down. This time, she was in a recumbent position while tightly holding the phone over her chest. “Do I pretend to be a sales sheet, yes? It fits well, the nights nawarin bed linen,” murmur again.

Long ago, Gendhis thought and weighed. Until the final stage of his decision, he fell asleep unconsciously. As soon as Gendhis fell asleep, he did not even realize that the clock continued to move towards the number six.

Until the digital alarm he brought from Yogyakarta, it sounded loud and made the girl surprised. Gendhis woke up and rubbed his eyes. “Ouch! Six o'clock! I have to take a shower!” he shouted while holding the blanket.

Finished cleaning himself, Gendhis applied deodorant in three times more than usual. She also sprayed perfume on her neck, hair and the entire front body surface. After that, Gendhis wore a favorite large-sized shirt combined with slightly tight material pants in black.

Feeling that he had appeared perfect, Gendhis grabbed a backpack containing a favorite camera. He then rushed to the dining table and opened the hood. However, he must be disappointed, because there is nothing in there. “Nek? Tumben?” gendhis cried a little loud. “Normally from dawn the cooking is ripe?”

“Gas out,” said Grandma Sri who walked from the back of the house. “The shop next door ran out of tubes, so grandma told Imas to go to Pak Haji Zaki grocery store near the market. Uh, not even going home.”

“You guys to market time, Nek?” timpal Gendhis calmed the granny who was starting to get angry.

“Cirebon?” Not yet had his curiosity answered, a loud scream was heard from the front of the house.

“Assalamualaikum!” the distinctive sound of a crisp nan that is none other than Ceu Imas. He entered with a sinless face. Imas grinned as his hands each lifted the green colored tube.

"Where did you come from, Mom? The compass is dead, isn't it?" sindir Granny Sri with a bad tone.

"Yes, Mom. The needle was taken Yayat Tea,” replied Ceu Imas origin, making Granny Sri more anxious and seemed to want to hit the bongsor woman.

“Teh Yayat who?” Gendhis still stood in astonishment between the two men.

“Neighbor's seamstress Grandma,” replied Granny Sri Ketus.

“Mak, angry, yes?” Ceu Imas began to worry about seeing the face of his master. “Sorry, Mom. That was Pak Haji Zaki showing video on youtube,” he said full of regret.

“What video?” ask Genthis.

“It, Neng. Video raids. There are other fathers indehoy the same as his mistress. Uh, his legal wife's nyamperin with a reporter. Exciting, loh,” answered enthusiastically.

“Shadows so watched. No quality at all. I'm looking for gas. On starving all this!” tell Grandma Sri to be upset.

“Siap, Mom. Wait a minute, yes.” Ceu Imas moved to the kitchen.

“Aduh. If you have to wait to cook first, I can be late, Nek,” said Gendhis while glancing at the watch on his wrist that has shown at seven exactly. “I ate on the road aja deh,” break. He kissed the back of her hand before rushing out of the house and ordering an ojek online.

Luckily, the morning traffic was not too heavy, so it was half an hour until Genphis arrived in front of a luxurious villa that she believed belonged to Chand. Not far from the gate, stood Sinta who was chatting with a man in a security uniform.

“Mbak Sinta,” greet Gendhis after paying the fare plus give five stars on the application.

Sinta immediately turned her head and waved her hand at Gendhis. “Come, Dhis. Mr. security guard has allowed us to enter,” take him.

“Mari.” The guard nodded with a friendly smile. He also opened the gate and directed Gendhis and Sinta towards the side of the villa. There is a medium-sized terrace and overlooks the swimming pool.

There is a table of rattan chairs on the terrace. One of his chairs was occupied by a man who was looking down. The man who was none other than Chand was apparently busy operating a laptop on his lap. A moment of Gendhis. Angan unlucky imagine if he swapped places with a laptop.

“Good morning, Mr. Chand. We from the tabloid New Vision who had made an interview yesterday,” greet Sinta politely who immediately disperse the daydreams of Gendhis.

Chand looked up and was about to return the greeting. However, the look in his eyes was locked on the figure of Gendhis standing beside Sinta. “You? How are you here?” ask her in a dislike tone.

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