Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Cracks of Love

The eyes of Chand and Gendhis clashed with each other. It must be admitted that the girl he ridiculed silly and strange yesterday, turned out to have a beautiful face. However, it must be viewed carefully of course. The beauty of Gendhis, has been covered by his unique appearance and attitude.

At first glance, Chand is like seeing the shade of Binar's face there. However, immediately the man brushed it off. He had to throw away his miserable past.

Even Genphis was unable to say anything, when she was able to stare at the handsome man from a very close distance. His body seemed to freeze. Only his lips seemed to move slowly. “Then this, Sarong Khan mah passed,” murmured softly.

The scene ends when the photographer's assistant stumbles over a cable, then drops the studio's black umbrella. Suddenly, everyone was shocked. Including Chand and Gendhis. In fact, there is one costume stylist who is talkative and screams uncharacteristically. “Eh, dislodged, dislodged. Shrimp dash. Shrimp running, uh,” ragasunya.

Gendhis reflex pushes Chand's body until the man staggers.

“Okay, what the hell is this?” chand protest.

“Eh, yes. Excuse me. I'm shocked,” to Genphis. He tried to go back to being professional. In a serious pretentious style, Gendhis held Chand's hand and directed it as he wished. The girl looked like a puppeteer who was playing a puppet.

“Ah, you.” Chand clucked in annoyance. “Surely you are looking for an opportunity in narrowness. Yeah, right?” hatchlings.

“Eh, don't be super cute, yes!” reply Gendhis sewot. “Pose you are so stiff! That's why I'm arahin!” Genphis doesn't want to lose. He pointed Chand's palm at the waist, “Well, I see! This is just right. Fuck up! Not nothing already ge-er,” his lips as he turned his back to Chand. Genphis wants to get back into position.

However, without Chand's knowledge, Gendhis sniffed and kissed his own palm. The hand he had used to touch the man's cheek and wrist. “Lumayan,” he said slowly while giggling amusedly.

“OK, continue!” Gendhis again gave a warning, as a sign that shooting would begin again. He is so serious and total in his work. Gendhis looks very comfortable and likes what he does. Secretly, Chand noticed that. The handsome man only smiled a faint smile.

Two hours have passed. The cover photo shoot is over. Chand left the studio after changing into a dress. Unlike yesterday, the Indian crossbred man was quite friendly to Gendhis when he said goodbye. Even if only a little. It may be about two percent, but it has managed to make Gendhis flower.

With ease, Gendhis forgot the swearing he made while he was in Chand's villa yesterday. Is that the influence and charm of her former husband-to-be against her?

“Dhis, meet me, yuk,” take Sinta suddenly.

“Where, Mbak?” ask Genthis.

“There is coverage in one of the modern luxury cafes on Jalan Coklat. Just ask for help you take photos of their food and beverage products in an aesthetic style, yes,” replied Sinta while pulling the arm of Gendhis.

“OK, again. How about lunch, huh?” gendhis Tawal.

“Bby. Later I will treat,” reply Sinta with his attitude that is always sweet.

Hearing the word 'tracture' that Sinta said, Gendhis immediately nodded without a second thought. The two girls of different characters immediately headed for the parking area. They borrowed one of the staff's motorcycles. Gendhis hugged Sinta at moderate speed until he arrived at the intended cafe.

Arriving there, Sinta immediately invited Gendhis to meet and interview the owner of the cafe. The interview itself was quite brief. Not one hour, including the photo show. The owner of the cafe looked very satisfied with the work of Gendhis.

“You've had lunch, not yet?” ask the owner of the cafe named Roy.

“Not yet,” replied Gendhis hastily and loudly.

“You can have lunch here. It's free! Any message you like,” said Roy, making Gendhis almost soaring with excitement.

“Eat on rooftop only, Dhis. Mumpung atmosphere is not too hot,” whispered Sinta. “So I saw the view above is very beautiful,” he said again.

“OK, deh.” Gendhis didn't have to think for long. Eat wherever he is willing, as long as he is full and does not drain the bag. As the owner of the cafe said, they can order anything. Everything's free.

“Wah, right said Mbak Sinta. Very good here,” said Gendhis while circulating his gaze around. A panoramic view of the mountains is the background of the scenery in the rooftop.

“Sit first, Dhis,” invite Sinta. He directed Genphis to a wooden table chair and was equipped with a wide, artistically shaped umbrella. Gendhis also said. He pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Sinta.

They talked for a long time while having lunch. Free of charge, Gendhis even ordered an additional one more serving. Only then did he feel completely full. “Now where are we going?” tanyanya while rubbing the mouth using a tissue.

“Back, dong. It is still what time,” replied Sinta.

Just now the two people were about to move, heard the ringing of a mobile phone coming from Sinta's mobile phone. “Eh, wait. There's a phone.” Sinta hurriedly reached into the sling bag. Her sweet face immediately sparkled cheerfully while reading the name on her screen.

“Who? Mbak's girlfriend, huh?” Gendhis lowered his eyebrows to tempt Sinta.

“Not. This is from Mr. Manggala,” said Sinta before picking up the phone. He talked long enough with the boss. Sinta laughed occasionally, then nodded. All of Sinta's expressions were recorded clearly in Gendhis's brain, as he had been watching his new partner ever since.

Gendhis gave a smile, as Sinta ended the call. “Cie, Sister Sinta. Just found out I,” chirps while covering my mouth with my hands.

“What, anyway? Not clear,” reply Sinta, then laugh wide. He could not hide the pleasure of receiving a phone call which was something very special.

“Indeed, Mr Manggala said what?” gendhis asked half a whisper.

“Just a job problem. Tomorrow I was told to meet with the editors,” replied Sinta with a shy smile. He then placed his hands on Gendhis shoulders.

“Since when did Mbak Sinta have a crush on Mr Manggala?” search Gendhis.

“Yes, geez, Gendhis. I don't have any feelings,” refutes Sinta, even though the hue of her face implies something else.

“Lying sins, you know. Don't cover. Ntar is acne. Come on, just tell me the same story. Guaranteed to be safe,” sedu Gendhis pointed two thumbs in front of Sinta's face.

“Ih, what, anyway? None!” Sinta desperately confirmed with an increasingly reddened face.

“Yes, if you don't want to talk. I will not maksa.” Gendhis put on a silly face while playing an eyebrow. Sinta laughed too. Sinta's laughter was so crunchy and contagious that Gendhis laughed.

But that joy did not last long. When they arrived downstairs and were about to cross the base room, the tail of Gendhis's eyes caught the figure of the man he had just taken his pictures of. The man looked so familiar chatting with an extraordinarily beautiful woman in Gendhis eyes.

That man is none other than Chand. He looks very cheerful. Chand laughed a lot with the woman. What a very different expression when compared to when Chand faced Gendhis. The highlight is when Chand kisses the woman's left and right cheeks, then hugs her warmly.

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