Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Membara Determination

Gendhis continued to watch the scene until Chand waved his hand, as the super-beautiful woman walked out of the cafe.

While Sinta followed the direction of Gendhis eyes. He also noticed what his new partner saw. “Wah, Mr. Chand's taste is very high, yes. Pantesan ...” Sinta hurriedly closed her mouth tightly. He was afraid of speaking wrongly. Especially when he saw the increasingly moody expression of Gendhis.

The tomboyish girl seemed to be comparing the beautiful and graceful lady earlier with her. Gendhis pulled the side of the oversize shirt he was wearing while observing his own body to the toe.

“Dhis? You're okay, right?” sinta asked in alarm, when she saw a drop of tears falling on Gendish's cheek.

“Eh, yes. I'm fine, Ma'am,” replied Gendhis forcing himself to smile widely. “Turn, yuk,” take him while acting as if nothing happened before.

Without saying much, Gendhis walked quickly towards the parking area. He hid his face while crossing Chand's desk. Though the distance is quite far. Chand doesn't necessarily see it either, as he's engrossed in choosing a menu. However, Gendhis still blocked his face with both hands.

So focused on hiding his face, he did not realize that the exit from the glass material was still tightly closed. Sinta herself tried to remind me. However, Gendhis steps were far ahead of him, so Sinta was unable to do anything when Gendhis hit the glass door earlier.

“Dhis! Oh, geez. Careful, dong,” exclaimed Sinta stuck.

Now, the pain of Gendhis is piling up. In addition to the heartache, the body is also sick. Not to mention the embarrassment he had to endure, had Chand seen the silliness. However, fortunately the handsome man was still busy choosing the menu in the book.

“Let me only bring the motor, yes,”, said Sinta while seizing the key of the two-wheeled vehicle from the hands of Gendhis who was running gontai. He was standing next to the bike. His eyes looked straight ahead.

“Udah, Dhis. Don't think too much,” entertain Sinta. He felt sorry to see the heartbreaking situation of Gendhis. “Ayo, up,” take her.

Genphis nodded. Without saying much, he climbed up the seat lethargic. Gendhis had no spirit of life. He broke down until they got to the office.

“Dhis, where to go to work?” tanya Sinta tried to melt the atmosphere.

“Return. Go straight to sleep, Ma'am,” replied Gendhis lazily while plucking his slender body into a chair.

“Lho, how to sleep? Not taking a shower?” jest Sinta who was taken seriously by Gendhis.

He who was originally in a position to lean on the back of the chair, immediately got up and leaned towards Sinta.

“I ngak can if spontaneous shower, Ma'am. Usually it has to go through deep contemplation and thinking,” explained Gendhis with a serious look.

“Gosh!” Sinta clucked, between amazement and half disbelief. “Usually, how long is the contemplation?”

“Depends. Sometimes one day, sometimes two days, sometimes ..” explained Gendhis while leaning his back again.

“So during that time span, you didn't shower?” ask Sinta while grimacing small.

“Yes, no,” said Gendhis relaxed, although his face still looks sad.

“Yes, God. Genthis.” Sinta shook her head many times. “Rarely shower it can make a dull face, you know. Not to mention make the skin itch and smell sweat.”

“But, I diligently wear deodorant and perfume, Ma'am,” said Gendhis.

“Times, Dhis. If the smell comes from the body, what? Want to be used deodorant seliter also will not mempan,” said Sinta.

“Oh, so I stink huh, Ma'am? Ma'am can yell at me, can't you?” Gendhis raised his hand high, then tried to point it at Sinta.

“Eh, uh. Wait, wait!” because of Sinta's panic, she stood up from her seat. “That's not what it means, Dhis. I just want to tell you, who diligently cleans up, dong. Dear beautiful face if not treated,” he said carefully.

“Dhis,” Sinta sitting in her chair again. His two hands stretched out and touched both of Gendhis arms. “Basically, we clean ourselves and dress up it is not for anyone, but for ourselves.”

“For me, dressing up and beautifying yourself is a form of appreciation for your own body. If we don't respect ourselves, then who else, Dhis? Before you are respected by others. The main first step is that you have to respect yourself first, Dhis,” Sinta's advice at length.

Gendhis was stunned to hear the soothing advice of Sinta, as if he had fasted all day and met Maghrib. But that was not the month of fasting. However, the words of Sinta were so in the heart of Gendhis.

“You don't need to change your already okay self, Dhis. You are beautiful, have a distinctive style and really cool in my opinion. It's just that, you have to give more portions to your physical and beauty,” added Sinta who made Gendhis teary-eyed.

For a long time, the same advice from his family went into Gendhis ears and yawned before his heart and brain weighed and accepted. But this time it feels different. It may have been a factor of heartbreak that was too severe that caused Gendhis to think.

“Alright, Ma'am. From this moment on, I am determined. I will change, not for anyone's sake, but for me,” he said in a trembling voice.

“Well, so dong,” Sinta smiled widely, then hugged each other.

“Wah, what's up, huh? Why is it mellowing the atmosphere?” suddenly a voice came from behind Sinta's body. The two girls of different styles simultaneously turned to the origin of the voice.

“Pak Manggala?” sinta and Gendhis shouted at the same time. Worth the room that was full of staff and employees, immediately silent as if at a flag ceremony on Monday.

“I'm interrupting, huh?” tanyakanya.

“Oh, not at all, sir. We just finished venting,” replied Gendhis wrong manner.

“Thank God then. I again need to be the same Sinta related coverage to the island of Batam next week,” said Manggala with his distinctive style.

“Why don't you call me to the room, sir?” Sinta got up from the chair while tucking some beautiful long hair behind her ears.

“I happen to run out from the outside, keep passing in front of your room,” replied Manggala while smiling meaningfully.

“Cie,” chirps Gendhis. He hurriedly gave a lip when Sinta glared at him.

“Eh, sorry, Sir. Please continue, I want to go home first,” said Gendhis.

“There is no work for today, Dhis?” manggala's eye tail follows every move of his new employees who are busy putting the camera into a backpack.

“Nothing, Sir. Today my shooting schedule is only until last afternoon,” replied Gendhis confidently.

“Oh, okay. Be careful, Dhis,” Manggala's view cannot be separated from the figure of Gendhis who stepped excitedly, out of the room.

In that instant, Gendhis began to find his spirit again. Said Sinta still ringing in the head. He who should have to book a taxi online immediately, chose to walk to the nearest mall from the office. The goal is to shop for soap and beauty scrubs, aromatherapy candles, and various skincare packages for the face and body.

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