Pursuing the Love of the Widower

The Oath of Gendhis

“What are you doing here?” ask Chand ketus.

“He was my colleague, sir,” sela Sinta before Gendhis had time to answer questions addressed to him. “He was in charge of taking photos during the interview. Also your photo for later profile. In addition, we will wear your face for the cover as well. So, it will be continued with a shooting session in the studio yes, sir,” explained Sinta.

“Oh. So, she works at Nirwana Media now?” ask Chand again. Now the tone is not as fast as it was.

“Iya, Sir. So, how? Can we start the interview?” ask Sinta politely.

“Bby.” Chand nodded, then invited the two girls to sit in the chair that was in front of him.

Sinta had already prepared with the note, while Gendhis prepared the beloved camera. He was about to aim at the handsome face with his camera when Chand suddenly raised his hand. “Let's go to the photos session, after I finish the interview,” reject the handsome man.

“Oh, okay.” Gendhis doesn't talk much. He also refused to reply to Chand's stoicism. Gendhis just kept quiet and listened to the question after question posed by Sinta.

“Since when did you decide to open a business in the field of wedding organizer?” ask Sinta while pressing the button on the recorder.

“Kira six years ago. A few months after my father died,” replied Chand with eyes glaring. It was clearly a glare radiating from his brown eyes. “For a long time I helped papa grow his retail business, until at one point I was bored and wanted something different.”.

“You get bored easily apparently,” chirped Gendhis accidentally, making Sinta and Chand simultaneously turn to him. They both glared at the tomboy girl. “Eh, sorry,” said Gendhis who realized his mistake. He covered his lips, then looked down deeply.

“But ... my colleague's sentence was quite interesting, Sir,” said Sinta suddenly.

“Do you think?” Chand smiled cynically. “Any work, if done repeatedly every day, it will definitely reach saturation point. Try to answer me honestly, how long have you been working as a journalist?”

“Ehm.” Sinta did not answer immediately. He tapped the tip of his index finger on his chin. “Since graduating from college, I have interned at Mr. Manggala's office. After that was recruited into a permanent employee a few months later,” he explained.

“Then, how do you feel after years of working and doing the same activity every day?” chase Chand.

“Well, who was interviewed back?” chirp Gendhis again in astonishment.

“Jawab just go. This also applies to you, Gendhis,”, Chand said as he pointed his index finger at Susena's second daughter.

“In my opinion, everything that is done with the heart, will feel light and pleasant. Moreover, something that is indeed the thing that we really like,” replied Sinta diplomatically.

“Oh, yes? Do you never feel tired of working an uncertain hour? Should you feel ready whenever and wherever the leader assigns you? Not to mention, if your writing gets a lot of pressure and attention from editors and the public. Don't forget, the many demands on the profession of journalists and jobs that do not know the weekend,” cerocos Chand without pause, making Gendhis and Sinta just gawking.

Honestly, Chand's words just now, enough to hit Sinta's deepest recesses. Tired and tired it must be there. However, Sinta persisted, because she loved her job.

Unlike Sinta who tends to accept Chand's opinion. Gendhis was about to chimed in the words of her former husband-to-be. He was so anxious when he saw Chand acting so hot, as if he already felt victorious. “Okay, ribet very. Say easily bored. What a hard,” furious Gendhis.

“What did you say?” Chand's tone is rising.

“Everywhere, if the person really loves someone or something, no matter what it is makes him tired and saturated. He will still survive what he loves,” said Gendhis with a slightly upturned face.

“This is getting stuck everywhere, anyway?” Chand clucked in annoyance.

“Oh, this is not bouncing, Mr. Chand. I just straighten it out. There is no way we get bored of something or someone we really love, unless you do it by force,” Gendhis replied.

“Yes, indeed I was forced. I actually love the automotive world. I wanted to be a racing driver and get into the world of professional racing. However, I had to face the fact that I was the only and oldest boy anyway. Inevitably, I have to give up the dream for the sake of doing what I should do in order to maintain and maintain the family business,” explained Chand at length.

Gendhis and Sinta were again stupefied by the expression of Chand's heart.

“I used to have no interest in jumping into the business world at all. However, papa kept pressing and galvanizing me. Over time, I began to find a rhythm. There is something new and I learn every day,” Chand said.

“Until the end, I experienced high levels of boredom and stress. That's when I glanced at the wedding organizer. Designing and realizing the dream of a beautiful and ideal wedding, a little bit of entertainment for me,” continued the beautiful man.

Sinta who heard the bold and brazen sentence from her new partner, immediately let out a cold sweat.

Moreover, Chand at that time showed an unfriendly look. Sinta also kicked the foot of Gendhis as a signal to be silent.

“Dragon talks, Gendhis,” growls Chand. “You know absolutely nothing about me. No need to be pretentious and act as if you are the most understanding.”

“Didih, who knows? That's the truth, ‘kan? How are you angry? I should have been the one who was angry that you had done me and my family a favor!” gendhis doesn't want to lose.

Now only Sinta was agape while watching two people nearby who were conducting a war of nerves. “Ehm, Dhis, Mr Chand, can we continue the interview session?” tanya Sinta hesitated.

“Try asking him, Ma'am. What is Chand Gunadhya? How could he behave as he pleases?” gendhis Pinta on Sinta.

“What does it look like, Dhis? I don't understand, deh,” whispered Sinta while occasionally glancing towards Chand. The man was about to swallow Gendhis alive.

“Only direct with him. What underlies him severed the relationship unilaterally, even though the wedding invitation has been spread. Ma'am kebelayang ‘kan, how shameful am I?” gendhis said with teary eyes.

Ja-so .. ka-kalian ..” Sinta. He pointed the tip of his index finger at Gendhis and Chand in turn.

“Yes, he's my ex!” gendhis firmly without hesitation.

“Cih, ex. Cibir Chand” who made Gendhis immediately glared does not accept.

“Indeed Yes. We were betrothed and almost married!” sahut Gendhis.

“From the beginning, a passionate mama. I'm not,” refute Chand. “I am very against matchmaking. Moreover, after knowing that the one I was betrothed to was a strange girl like you.”

“Any?” birthday Genthis. Of the many spicy words of Chand, one word that ignites the anger of Gendhis to the crown.

“Absolutely you didn't realize you were weird?” sahut Chand's. “It's natural that you never date anyone, because I'm sure no guy wants to get close to you who are not as clear and silly as that.”

Chand's last sentence had torn away Gendhis's pride. Because of her emotions, the girl was speechless. Really he regretted, how could he be captivated by the scorching-mouthed man.

“Don't get cocky huh, Chand Gunadhya. Remember, that Malin Kundang alone is cursed to be a stone!” gendhis growled that made Sinta's forehead wrinkled.

“What is the relationship with Malin Kundang?” sinta thought in her heart.

“Your words are a weapon that could have turned towards you!” gendhis voice boomed. “You may insult and vilify me now! But remember well. The world is spinning!”

“If it stops yes doomsday,” muttered Sinta.

“Maybe you are now on top of the world, so you can just as casually hurt the feelings of others with your scathing words. But I will not remain silent. I will turn your world around until you are completely under my feet and I can trample your pride to the fullest! Just like you did to me now!” exclaims Gendhis with his index finger straight to Chand's face.

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