Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Sacred Gay

“Who is he, Ngga? How come I never saw him in this community?” ghea asked full of probing, making Manggala and Gendhis who had been away, turned back and walked over. Ghea's beautiful eyes scanned Gendhis from head to toe.

“She's my girlfriend,” Manggala replied further tightening her circular hand on Gendhis shoulder.

“Wah, beautiful too, yes,” reply Ghea smiled. However, that smile seemed forced. “Eh, briefly. I think I've seen your boyfriend, huh. Where, yes?” Ghea tapped her index finger on her pointy chin. He seemed to be thinking of something.

“If you often go to Jogja, yes there is a possibility that you have met him,” said Manggala kalem. While Gendhis only grimaced. He had no idea what to respond to.

“Oh, she domiciled in Jogja?” ask Ghea again.

“Iya. I stayed there before deciding to move to Bandung,” replied Gendhis while trying to be as comfortable as possible.

“Oh, why move?” Ghea was constantly poking Gendhis with questions. Had he been a journalist, Ghea would have gotten rid of Sinta.

“Dhis, you said you were hungry, right?” sela Manggala diverted the conversation. “Eat, yuk. All I know my friends,” invited him as he passed leaving Ghea just like that.

“Eh, ta-but ...” Genphis felt wrong.

“Udah, just cuekin him,” said Manggala a little pushy.

“Let's he be offended how?” whispered Gendhis while intending to turn towards Ghea.

“Eh, do not look,” prevent Manggala who immediately held the head of Gendhis so as not to look back. “Ngapain do you care, Dhis? It's none of our business if he's offended. He used to do a lot more painful.”

“Yes too, yes,” murmured Gendhis, “But ...” The long-haired girl almost said something, when several men of Manggala's age came closer together.

“Bro! Tumben coming?” greet one of the fat-haired men while greeting and patting warm Manggala shoulder.

“Mumpung no longer busy,” reply Manggala friendly. His charming smile did not disappear from the handsome face of the long-haired man.

“Wah! Who, here?” ask the other man who is taller than the dirty man.

“My girlfriend,” Manggala replied while looking gently at Gendhis.

“Serious, lo?” The tall man half in disbelief heard Manggala's reply.

“Lo can move on?” interject the man's colleagues.

Gendhis was more confused, when Manggala was the center of attention. Moreover, all of his friends came shrouding. Luckily, Manggala did not let go of his grip from the hands of Gendhis. The editor-in-chief of Nirwana Media even pulled him to get closer. “Precaution all!” exclaim Manggala to relieve the excitement caused by his community friends. “Sorry that I just got to come on a community birthday that coincides with Dion's birthday today.”

“Ah, do not need to be explained. I already know your reason,” chirps one of Manggala's friends. “You just showed up now because you've been holding a girlfriend. Years ago, you were single. So, nothing is showing off. Yes, ‘kan?” kelakarnyya.

“Friends, introduce. It's Gendhis. Gendhis, meet. This is Dion,” pointing Manggala at a pure white man with an oriental look.

“This is Andra and Zidan, the index” Manggala switched on the fat-haired man and the tall man next to him.

“This, Dedy, Bian, Santo, Alvin, Juna, Fery and Son,” appoint Manggala non-stop.

While Gendhis only grimaced wrongly. The slow-processing brain like itself has to memorize so many new faces and names. Whether Gendhis can remember it or not. The important thing is that he shows a friendly attitude and a non-stop smile.

“Halo, all!” Gendhis waved shyly. “It's nice to meet you guys. When I was in college, I also joined the motor community, you know,” he said without asking.

“Oh, yes? What motor community?” ask Dion.

“Motor vespa. I have also toured to Bali,” replied Gendhis proudly.

“Oh, yes? Excited, tuh!” sahut Andra's.

Without feeling, time has shown ten o'clock at night. Manggala glanced at his watch, then touched Gendhis shoulder slowly. “Home home, yuk,” whispers right in Gendhis ears.

“But, the show is not finished yet,” reply Gendhis shrieked with a tone of objection.

“I promised your grandmother to take you home hours before ten in the evening. See what time it is.” Manggala pointed his watch directly in front of Gendhis face.

“Yeah, whereas again exciting,” gerutu Gendhis.

“When I invite you to gather again,” persuade Manggala while holding back anxiety. Want it feels like he melu.mat lips of his lover at that time. However, Gendish must have refused. The girl turned out to be too innocent and innocent, far different from her tomboyish attitude and style.

“Appointment, yes!” said Gendhis who was immediately greeted by the crisp laughter of Manggala.

“Appointment!” bangkala.

A moment later, Manggala invited Gendhis to say goodbye to all who were there, including Ghea.

“Not expecting, yes. Your ex is also a member of the motor club. In fact, when viewed from the style, not the types of girls who like to ride the motorbike,” said Gendhis when they were already in the Manggala car.

“Indeed. He could not even bring a motor,” said Manggala while laughing.

“Well, how can he be there?” Gendhis knitted brows inexplicably.

“Yes, first ‘kan I joined the motorcycle club when still dating Ghea. He also frequently attended our events. For a long time, Ghea became a regular donor in the community, so we feel we have an obligation to invite him every club event,” explained Manggala.

“Oh, so it seems.” Gendhis. He did not speak again, until Manggala had driven the four-wheeled vehicle they were riding back to the highway. Every now and then, Gendhis glanced at the man behind the wheel. Manggala face looks very masculine, when exposed to the reflection of street light. Manggala doesn't talk much either. He focused on the traffic they were going through.

Gendhis also seemed to feel hesitant to invite the man to talk. Although all this time Gendhis did not know what it was like to have an ex (because dating alone never), but he could understand what Manggala felt after meeting Ghea.

No conversation was too meaningful, even until they arrived in front of Grandma Sri's residence. Before removing the seat belt, Gendhis who was uncomfortable with the situation had looked at Manggala for a while. “You're okay, right?” tanyakanya.

Manggala who had intended to get out of the car, undo his intentions. He looked at Genghis, then smiled. “You think I'm why?” The man with the man bun hairstyle asked.

“Finally, you were only from earlier,” said Gendhis.

“Gosh,” Manggala laughs crisply. He stroked Gendhis cheek gently. His desire to kiss the girl again, he immediately finished before returning the lover to Grandma Sri. For a few moments, the two lovebirds were busy combining love in the car. Manggala even had time to make Gendhis so lulled with all the treatment given by the man. After all, Manggala was a man who already had high flying hours.

“Already,” prevent Gendhis slowly. “Do not delay,” reprimand.

Manggala laughed softly while distancing himself from Gendhis who immediately tidied up his clothes and hair. “Take it easy, Dhis. My brakes are still on,” candles. He knew that Gendhis was very different from Ghea. The girl needs a long process, to do more than just kiss.

“Don't ask for a macem-macem, yes,” Sendhis message with a sweet smile.

“No going to macem-macem. One macem aja,” replied Manggala while opening the door. He walked around the car, to open the door for Gendhis. After that, Manggala grasped Gendhis wrist and led him into the courtyard to the front door.

“See you tomorrow at the office.” He kissed Gendhis forehead feelingly. “Remember yes. Even though we are already dating, but when in the office must still prioritize the professionalism of work.”

“Ready, Boss,” reply Gendhis back sweet smile.

“Gosh.” Feeling unable to bear the sweet smile of the lover, Manggala again intends to kiss the girl. However, Manggala had to undo the intention, when suddenly someone hit his shoulder using a blunt object. “Aw!” The man screamed stifled while looking over. Instantly, he and Gendhis widened their eyes.

Behind Manggala, already standing Grandma Sri accompanied by Ceu Imas. Grandma Sri carried a broom handle, while Ceu Imas held a dipper made of coconut shells.

“Just want to kiss my grandson. Where to go home late again!” Grandma Sri looked very angry.