Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Family Introduction

"Sorry, Grandma. I was wrong. I was too happy to walk with Gendhis until I forgot the time," said Manggala while rubbing his shoulders that hurt. Grandma Sri hit him using a broom handle with all her might.

"Awas, yeah. If you dare to kiss my grandson again! I'll report you to the police!" threaten Grandma Sri, "or I tell Imas nyium you're back!" he said again lightly.

"Well, how am I?" imas Protest. But after he noticed Manggala's face which he thought was very handsome, Imas immediately nodded in excitement. "Yes, I've, Mom. It's okay, I'm willing. After all, I have been a widow for a long time. It's been droughts for years" he said, smiling to himself.

"Yes, geez," declares Gendhis, patting him on the forehead. Unexpectedly, the grandmother turned out to have a very colossal mind. "That kiss didn't make you pregnant, Grandma. Just calm. Lagian Gendhis already knows the limits, kok,” he said. Every now and then, he glanced at Manggala who was smiling calmly at him.

"A kiss doesn't make you pregnant, Dhis. But, that kiss could be the door!" suhut Granny Sri sewot.

"Where's the door?" ask Genthis. The girl scowled, while listening to the reason of the grandmother who thought it was very unreasonable.

"Yes, Mom. Door to where? Does the door like Doraemon have?" timpal Ceu Imas was curious.

"Ah, stop! You guys are." Granny Sri's anger is mounting. He had to catch his breath before he continued to grumble. After closing her eyes for a while, Grandma Sri approached Manggala who was still calm.

"Listen yes, young man. My granddaughter is not a careless woman," Granny Sri growled while pointing the handle of the broom in front of Manggala's face, so that the man had to rewind it to avoid things that were not desirable.

"Yes, Grandma. I know that very well" said Manggala nodding with a smile.

"Well, if you already know, why nyosor?" granny Sri Protest. “If there's more like this, it's not just the broom handle I'll use to hit you!” threaten Grandma Sri again.

“Then, would you like to use what, Mak?” whispered Ceu Imas.

Grandma Sri was silent for a moment. “What's in the kitchen. Gas tubes can also,” replied Granny Sri in a whisper as well.

“The question is, Mommy strong do not lift gas cylinders? Usually I also buy to warung.” Ceu Imas sounded in doubt.

“Yes, it's you who is lifting. I just watch,” replied Granny Sri again while continuing to whisper.

“Well, if I was in prison for a charge of violence, would you please me? I am sorry if I have to go to jail. I have plans to marry my husband again because,” said Ceu Imas.

“Ah, you are this. Cannot be takenelin!” Grandma Sri clucked in annoyance.

Seeing the behavior of the two women earlier, Manggala could not help but laugh. Finally, he laughed softly as he glanced at the uncomfortable-looking Gendhis. "Just calm down, Grandma. I will not dare to mess around. Although, Grandma's granddaughter is very beautiful,” said Manggala while trying to hold her laugh so as not to break.

"Yee, it's even bigger. You if you want to touch-touch my granddaughter, it should be a little capital, dong. Halalin first, cake!" granny Sri said in a high tone.

"Miss!" exclaims Gendhis restrained. According to him, the grandmother had gone too far. He could not imagine Manggala's next response. What is clear, the new lover in less than two days will certainly run away that second, due to the threat of Grandma Sri who told the man to marry her immediately.

However, it turns out that the shadow of Gendhis did not occur at all. Manggala even laughed softly with a face that did not look at all objection to the words of the grandmother. "What's right, Grandma? Does that mean I can propose to Gendhis as soon as possible?" asked Manggala who immediately made Gendhis glare.

"Well, that's better. Rather than wiri wara is not clear," replied Granny Sri ketus. “Have it, before you were visited by the devil. You know, if the girls are both men, then the third one is ...”

“Setan,” continued Ceu Imas while straightening the index finger on Granny Sri.

“Cock shows me?” granny Sri protested while brushing Ceu Imas' index finger.

“So Mbak Gendhis was just the same handsome mas before Mum came. That means, the third mother,” chirped the widow of three children lightly.

“Ish, we are now four!” granny Sri protest did not accept.

“Lah, did I come later. My guy was looking for flip-flops first. Taunya, sandals have me dipake the same Mother,” said Ceu Imas.

Meanwhile, Manggala increasingly powerless to hold laughter. This was a very pleasant spectacle, after which he felt somewhat disturbed due to his meeting with Ghea earlier ."Alright. If grandma allows, I will tell my parents as soon as possible" said Manggala confidently.

Gendhis is getting bigger. He felt astonished when he saw the attitude of Manggala. "Don't mess around, Ngga," he whispered softly. "Your intentions may be joking, but my grandmother must be taking things seriously" Gendhis said fretfully.

"Tomorrow, I ask permission to take Gendhis home. I will introduce him to my parents and brother before formally proposing to Gendish. Can you, Grandma?" pinta Manggala's.

"Yes, can. Afternoon, yes! Before seven o'clock at night should get here" said Granny Sri.

"Gosh, Grandma. Seven o'clock it's just coming home from work" protested Gendhis.

"Then, seven o'clock more than five minutes," Grandma Sri's errata gave lightness.

"Five minutes is just up to the front page of the office, Grandma. Ah, come on," grumbled Gendhis.

"OK, okay! What time is it up, hp neng origin must continue to stand by! Grandma wants your video call at any time!" breaking Grandma Sri.

"Yes, yes!" sahut Gendhis was upset. Living with Grandma Sri, much more dizzying when compared to the roof with the father who installments.

After getting a word of agreement, Manggala immediately said goodbye. He winked at Gendhis before passing from Grandma Sri's house.

The next day, Manggala really kept his promise last night. After office activities, the handsome man approached Gendhis who had just finished shooting.

Regardless of the few employees who were still in the studio, Manggala walked up to Gendhis. "It's over?" tanyanya gently.

Suddenly it came to the attention of the fellow Gendhis.

"Udah, stay in order," replied Gendhis with a clumsy attitude. Especially when he felt that all eyes were looking towards him.

"Let's just clean up, sister," interrupted the photographer's assistant.

"Yes, we're all," chimps makeup artists and costumes.

"So really, is it okay?" gendhis asked hesitantly.

"Yes!" answer them simultaneously with a full power voice.

"Yes, then. I'll go home first, yeah. I still have work with Mr. Manggala" Gendhis said, waving his hands and leaving the studio.

Since Manggala had previously spoken to his parents that he would invite someone, Gendhis also received a very warm welcome from Manggala's father and mother. Likewise with the owner's sister Nirwana Media who is still in the third grade of High School.

“This is how our family, Neng,” said Ms. Royani, mother of Manggala. The woman was the same age as Kalini. The hospitality is not much different. However, Royani looks much simpler.

“It's been a long time my sister didn't bring girls home, Tea. Usually, he carries a guy,” chirped Manggala's sister named Diwan. The ledge immediately reciprocated throw a sofa pillow from the brother. However, Diwan instead laughed crisply.

“Astaghfirullah. You guys are,” scold Royani. “Diwan, you should enter the room there. Instead of making a rowdy here.”

“What is this?” ask Mahendra, father of Manggala. The man had only just returned, after some business in his neighbor's house. “Sorry, Dad had a business for a while,” he said while sitting next to his wife. The appearance of Manggala's father was equally simple. The man was wearing short cargo pants with a short-sleeved polo shirt anyway. Mahendra's gaze was immediately drawn to Gendhis who was sitting near the child.

“This is Genthis, Dad. He is from Yogya, but his father is native to Bandung,” Manggala bright before the father asked.

“Gendhis?” mahendra's. The man's face looks very friendly.

“Iya, Sir,” replied Gendhis timidly.

Mahendra smiled meaningfully while looking at his wife. A very deep gesture, clearly visible in the gaze of the couple.

Their body language is both very understandable. The man with the man bun hairstyle smiled as well. The hand of Gendhis was taken, and he held it tightly. A warm touch that made Gendhis feel different. The girl was flattered by it.

“After this, we will leave for Yogya. I also want to get acquainted with your family,” said Manggala, while on the way to take Gendhis home.