Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Special Man

Manggala did not say much when driving his car back to Susena's house. The man's attitude made Gendhis go awry. The girl also became silent. Gendhis turned more and more his eyes out the window. Still vividly remembered in his mind, what he had just done with Manggala. Something she has felt for a lifetime.

Genphis took a slow breath. Guilt as well as gratitude, mixed into one in the chest. Angels whisper in the right ear, while demons nag in the left ear.

“You anyway, Dhis. Put on papa's phone call. Diemin should. Though it is very awkward. When will there be another chance. Remember yes, do not let your boy be like buying a cat in a sack," whispered the horned devil.

“Other times, don't want to be invited again, Dhis. Sin inget. Ntar if the angel of death comes when you again maksiat how?” rebuke the winged angel with the white robe.

“Angala is angry, tuh. Let's see his face like someone else wants to defecate, but detained,” retaliates the devil does not want to lose.

Curious, Gendhis then turned to look towards Manggala who was seriously holding the wheel. “Yes too,” murmured Gendhis slowly.

“You said something, Dhis?” asked Manggala while looking.

“Ah. Uh, no.” Gendhis stuttered, then looked down. A few moments later, he looked up again and turned to his lover. “You're angry huh, Ngga?”

“Anged why?” Manggala turned back, then showed off her gentle and charming smile.

“That's why it was ..” Gendhis. His face was blushing, as he recalled the hot scene between himself and Manggala.

“Why be angry? There are still many opportunities in front,” said Manggala calm.

“Ih, how come? Would it not be better if we do that after being legal as husband and wife?” timpal Gendhis be careful.

“Not a problem. If I am strong,” said Manggala in a joking tone. He pulled the vehicle over, removed his seatbelt and kissed Gendhis on the lips warmly and emotionally. “After dinner later, I will ask Om Susena to speed up our wedding,” said Manggala confidently, shortly after releasing his kiss.

“Gosh.” Gendhis shook his head in amazement. “You're really kebelet ya, Ngga.”

“That's! Who is not kebelet see a prospective wife as beautiful and semolek this.” Anxious manggala, immediately pinched Gendhis two cheeks and played his beautiful face like in the villa earlier.

“I think I'm beautiful and beautiful? Feelings are just you who praise me like that,”, said Gendhis half in disbelief.

“That means, not everyone can see your hidden beauty, Dhis. Only the elect. I am proud to be one of those special people,” said Manggala. The look in his eyes was so deep that he looked at Gendhis, as if trying to dive into the heart of the tomboy girl who had turned into a beauty.

“Why the hell are you so good at making a fight." Instead of being happy at the beautiful words of Manggala, Gendhis even scowled. However, Manggala chose not to respond. He put on his seatbelt, then continued on until he arrived at Susena's front yard. On the terrace, the father of Gendhis was already standing up to welcome the arrival of his second daughter.

“Yes, geez. Where the hell have you guys been? What sick people go to hospital?” chirps Susena.

“All walks, Om,” replied Manggala politely. “I'm taking Gendhis to Sleman. To my villa,” he continued.

“Oo,” Susena mangosteen while stroking chin.

“The plan is that we will hold a wedding ceremony and reception there. That's also if Om Susena agrees,” added Manggala politely.

“Originally you two have been really steady, yes. No more cancellation tragedies like before,” Susena said. “If I do, want where the process is important legitimate.”

“Sgratitude.” Manggala can breathe a sigh of relief. One word agreed he got.

“Eat first, yuk. Hungry, nih.” Gendhis who started to fidget when his stomach was already singing, immediately pulled on Manggala's arm.

“Hanum cook the crab straight, Dhis,” Susena chirped as the three of them walked towards the dining room.

“Emang no crab straight path, Pa?” Gendhis frowned in disbelief.

“It is, if it is penitent must go to the straight path,” kelakar Susena. However, it sounded so crisp in Gendhis ears, making the girl snort angrily. Another case with Manggala which was suddenly broken.

“Wah, laugh at him. It's like Papa's humor.” Susena stared at Manggala. “May you two be a match,” he concluded before starting a dinner together.

“Tomorrow we return to Bandung, Om. We decided to hire a wedding organizer. Those who will manage everything, given the busyness of me and Gendhis that can not be left,” said Manggala.

“If I am up to you to use what services. The important thing is that everything can be smoothly implemented,” Susena said.

“Iya, Om. I will make sure everything goes smoothly until Gendhis is my legal wife,” Manggala said. He doesn't seem to be messing with that phrase.

Evidently after Manggala from Yogyakarta, he really carried out his speech.

Although using the services of a wedding organizer, Manggala still make sure everything is perfect.

Gendhis became more familiar with the Manggala family. He often communicates with Mother Royani, the mother of the lover.

Not infrequently, Gendhis stopped by Manggala's house every time he came home from work. He would spend quite a long time just chatting with Royani, Mahendra, and even Diwan, Manggala's younger brother.

Like that evening, when the family of her future husband was gathering in the gazebo garden behind the Manggala house. Mahendra suddenly asked about the development of the reception preparations. “It's almost eighty percent, Pa,” replied Manggala proudly.

“Wah, fast too, yes. I can't stand it, like,” Mahendra's goda.

“Iya, Om. Proof ...” Not finished Gendhis talk, Manggala had already silenced his lover's mouth.

“Dhis, I show you the koiku pool in the back, yuk,” invite Manggala to try to divert the conversation.

“Wah, remember the koi pond, so remember that we have an invitation to eat at the house of Miss Literature, Ma,” Mahendra said while poking the wife's arm.

“I'm coming, Pa!” diwan exclaimed with excitement.

“Tumben you want to come?” Royani scrunched her forehead.

“Ah, Mama masa does not understand,” said Mahendra. He then brought his lips closer to the wife's ear. “The youngest child of Ma Literature is beautiful. Udah abege too,” he said loud enough, so that all who were there could hear clearly.

“Aduh, Papa. Kirain whispered slowly,” protested Royani while gently hitting her husband's arm.

“Yes, Papa. Make my self-esteem plummet,” Diwan timpal nonchalantly.

Royani clucked slowly. He turned his attention to Manggala and Gendhis. “You are coming too, yes,” invite him with a face full of hope.

“Aduh, how ya, Ma. Another hour we have an online meeting with friends,” Manggala pretext for subtly refusing the mother's request. Gendhis who did not feel he had the agenda as mentioned by his future husband, immediately frowned in confusion.

“Yah,” Mahendra and Royani said simultaneously.

“Nothing, Pa. Next time we have a special meal for Brother Gendhis,” interrupted Diwan. “Yuk, get ready,” he said later. “Lah, even diem. Come!” Seeing that both his parents were still in a sitting position, Diwan immediately pulled both arms of Mahendra and Royani to enter the house.

It doesn't take long until they're done getting ready. “Let's go out, don't forget to close the garage door,” Mahendra's message before the car he drove drove slowly, leaving the beautiful residence.

Meanwhile, Gendhis continued to wave until his future-in-law's vehicle was invisible from sight. The girl then turned her eyes to Manggala who was also staring at him. “Meeting what the hell, Ngga? How do I not know, yes?” gendhis asked confusedly.

“Just a reason let us not have to come,” Manggala likes a meaningful smile. He took Gendhis hand gently, and took him up the stairs to the second floor. “I'm the most lazy if there is an event like that. The chat is not connected.”

“Where are we going?” ask Genthis. His heart began to pound unruffled as Manggala led him to arrive in front of a room whose door was filled with stickers typical of the motor community.

“I want to show my room to you,” replied Manggala while opening the door wide, then lock it when Gendhis has entered.

“Ngga,” Gendhis voice trembled as the mischievous Manggala hand roared his entire body.