Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Manggala charm

Gendo was standing in front of the mirror. There is a sense of disbelief, when he saw himself in a vintage floral dress belonging to the grandmother. Yes, for the meeting this time, Gendhis returned wearing his grandmother's clothes. Just like when Chand's proposal was. However, the difference this time he does not look ridiculous with old-fashioned gamis.

The gray long-sleeved floral dress looked extremely beautiful. It is three-quarters upholstered with ruffle accents on some parts, which makes it look attractive. The dress is a historical dress Grandma Sri in the Baheula period (formerly).

“Grandmother wear this shirt when applied to your late grandfather,” said Granny Sri. His intention to go to school, must be hampered because it helps Gendhis to find clothes for the date of the grandson. “Where? You like that one?” ask Grandma Sri to make sure.

“Like, Grandma. Her clothes are pretty, but I feel weird huh?” Gendhis again felt insecure.

“Why? What's so weird?” ask Grandma Sri curiously.

Genphis did not answer immediately. She still had not taken her eyes off the makeup mirror before her. The girl was in disbelief, that she could wear clothes like the one she was wearing this time. “Do you think Grandma ... I don't look weird?”

“What's weird?” Grandma Sri scrunched her forehead. He approached the grandson. Grandma Sri sat Gendhis on a foam bench, facing directly into the makeup mirror. The old woman with the special uniform of the assembly of the taklim tidbits was tidying up Gendhis long hair. He brushed it slowly.

“Grandmother's granddaughter is so beautiful. See this.” Grandma Sri lifted the long hair of Gendhis that she was holding. “You have good hair, Neng. Why are they tied up? Once in a while, let your hair fall out like gini.” Grandma Sri again smoothed the long hair of Gendhis black and thick. “Most men like women whose hair is long,” said Granny Sri again.

“Why is that so, Grandma?” ask Genthis.

“He said so it would fit caressed while saying dear, then say it can be long. All hair. If the hair is short, it will not be long say unfortunately,” replied Granny Sri. Whether it was a benchmark from where, he could explain the thing that sounded ridiculous to Gendhis.

“Then, how are the fate of the girls whose hair is flabby huh, Nek?” Gendhis.

“Ya, you think to yourself,” reply Granny Sri. He ended what he had done, after feeling that Gendhis hair had already looked neat. “Grandmother should go to the mosque. Tonight, there is a famous speaker who will give tausiah. So, the plan is same Grandma the Imas want to congregate maghrib first. Let the front seat. So, if you want clear photos, not blocked people's heads,” said Grandma Sri while fixing the location of bracelets and necklaces limited to the chest that is deliberately installed outside the clothes.

“Grandma kayak gold shop walk,” thought Gendhis.

“Ish, shut up. This is an appearance support if you want to study. Nice clothes with jewelry. Same bag of course.” Grandma Sri corrected the position of her veil. “You have received the spare key, right?”

“Already, Nek,” replied Gendhis as he moved from his seat. Just now that he was about to check the phone, Ceu Imas' voice had already been heard first. The widow of three children stood in the doorway.

“Mbak, there's a handsome guy tuh nyariin. He's waiting in the living room,” reports Ceu Imas.

Instantly, Gendhis became nervous. He seems misbehaved and confused about what to do. The girl went back like that.

“Why else, Neng? It's there. You are beautiful like this. It was like Grandma when she was young. Just so you know yes, Grandma's your age ..” Not yet able to Grandma Sri continue her words, Gendhis had already reached for his beloved small backpack first. He doesn't have another bag, so it fits or not. Comfort is the main thing.

With a step wrapped in white flat shoes pollet black, Gendhis headed to the living room where Manggala had been waiting for him. However, after being in the room, the girl with the vintage floral dress was immediately stunned. Gendhis was fixated on seeing the figure of the man sitting not far from where he was standing.

Manggala tied his hair neatly. The man was wearing a black short-sleeved T-Shirt, which was paired with jeans. Manggala immediately stood up when he saw the presence of Gendhis there. He hardly recognized the girl, if Genthis did not show his distinctive smile.

“Dhis?” sapa Manggala doesn't believe it. The man smiled calmly.

“Hai. Excuse me. Wait a long time?” Genphis looks clumsy.

“Not really. I just got here a few minutes ago,” said Manggala. He continued to look at Gendhis with his meaningful gaze, making the long-haired girl even more misbehaved.

“Nek,” greet Manggala. He immediately approached Grandma Sri. The man kissed the back of Gendhis grandmother's hand politely. “I want to take Genthis out. I will drive him home before ten p.m.,” Manggala said asking for permission.

“Oh, please. Don't forget to eat. Let him not need to eat dinner again at home,” order Grandma Sri, who makes the beauty of the plenary Gendhis fade instantly.

“Oh, don't worry, Nek,” reply Manggala. He looked at Genphis. Manggala nodded slowly, as a gesture that they were about to depart. Gendhis replied with a nod.

After saying goodbye to the grandmother, the two lovebirds walked out of the house to the parked Manggala car. The man with the man bun hairstyle, opened the door for Gendhis. After making sure the girl who had become his lover was sitting comfortably, Manggala entered and sat behind the wheel. After putting on the seat belt, the man looked back at Gendhis.

“What the hell, Ngga?” Gendhis was misbehaved with the attitude of Manggala.

“You are so beautiful, Dhis,” flatter Manggala.

Gendhis blushed in shame. He doesn't know what to say. The girl just played the strap of the backpack that was placed on her lap. “So where do you want to take me?” asked Gendhis to try to distract Manggala, so as not to keep looking at him and make him uncomfortable.

“There are many good places here. In essence, tonight we will date,” said Manggala while smiling calmly. He then runs his car. However, only about a few meters away, Manggala stopped the vehicle and pulled over.

“What's up, Ngga?” asked Genphis curiously. He looked at the man behind the wheel.

“There is one thing that is missing,” Manggala replied while removing the seat belt.

“What?” ask Genthis. However, Manggala did not reply with words. He grabbed Gendhis hand, then kissed him friendly. What the man had done, had managed to make the blood in Gendhis's body rustle with much more force.

“Ngga ...” Gendhis did not know what to say, as Manggala drew nearer. But again, the girl had no power to refuse. Gendhis was transfixed, as Manggala again touched his lips gently. This time, the kiss the man gave her was even deeper than yesterday.

Manggala knew that Gendhis had no experience. She did it slowly, as if she was leading the girl to follow what she was doing.

Slowly but surely, Gendhis began to be able to follow the kiss scene. He can even enjoy it. Unlike yesterday who just fell silent, this time Gendhis retaliated and did as Manggala did.

“It's getting smart now,” whispered Manggala when pausing the kiss scene earlier.

While Genphis just smiled. He did not refuse, when Manggala returned to melu.mat friendly lips. Manggala had even dared to touch Gendhis thigh. To prevent the handsome man's hand from moving more freely, Gendhis immediately held and held it only up to the thigh.

Manggala also seemed to realize, that Gendhis was not used to what they were doing at the moment. He is not pushy, despite his maleness instincts hoping to touch something else that is much more challenging and fun.

“Thank you,” said Manggala while wiping the surface of Gendhis lips with his thumb.

“Thank you for what?” ask Genthis.

“Because it has accepted me as your girlfriend,” replied Manggala while smiling calmly. He then kissed Gendhis gently. After that, the man with the man bun hairstyle returned to his position behind the wheel. Manggala put again the seat belt that was removed.

Gendhis smiled as he looked out the window. “This is what it's like to date?” thought the girl. The fear began to fly in an uncertain direction. However, he regained his senses, when the car he was riding was already traveling at medium speed. Gendhis did not understand what he was feeling, other than the warm grip of Manggala's hand on his lap.