Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Uneasily

“I hope this time no one bothers us yes, Dhis,” said Manggala. He kissed Gendo for a while. Ooh, his hand took off Gendhis's clothes leaving behind a pair of bone-white underwear. Manggala seemed impatient to wait until the ruler made a legitimate bond. He carried the semi-plain body of Gendhis and laid it carefully on the bed.

For a moment, Manggala fell silent as he looked at every inch of Gendhis's molecular body, from head to toe. Not satisfied with the condition of the lover, Manggala took off the rest of the clothes that cover the beautiful body of the girl, “Ngga, do not glare so. I'm shy.” Gendhis tried to cover the most private parts of his body.

However, Manggala's hands were sparingly preventing it. The handsome gondrong-haired man was holding Gendhis who looked helpless. He so enjoyed the beautiful body wrapped in smooth yellow skin that felt so smooth. “You are so beautiful, Dhis,” hiss accompanied by a warm and heavy breath. Not wanting to waste any time, Manggala immediately carried out the first attack. Gendhis lips are the target. Manggala melu.mat exhausted until satisfied, before lowering the face to the chest of the lover.

“Ngga,” sigh Gendhis. His voice sounded very weak, along with the growing passion when Manggala pampered him with touch and intoxicating kisses. However, all of that should end when a loud knock is heard at the door.

“Den, no guests!” exclaimed one of the housemaids in Manggala house.

However, the host ignored the call. He just keeps on making out for Gendhis.

“Den, there is Mr. Hery from the editorial board and Ms. Sinta said,” exclaimed the maid again.

“Ck, dammit!” manggala is upset. He had no choice but to end his hot activities with Gendhis.

Either luck, or misfortune for Gendhis, when Manggala put his clothes back on. “Sorry yes, Dear. Looks like this is urgent.” Manggala who can not hide the look of his disappointment, kissed Gendhis forehead gently while tidying the lover's hair using his fingers. “Down, yuk,” invite Manggala.

Gendhis who was still trembling and pounding, only responded with a slow nod. He also followed Manggala's dashing steps downstairs. Arriving in the living room, two guests whom Gendhis knew as his co-workers, stood up to greet Manggala.

“Mbak Sinta,” said Gendhis was wrong when Sinta looked at him with a look of disbelief.

“Dhis? You here?” Sinta forced her smile.

“Iya, invited him, Gendhis index” straight leads to Manggala who stands next to him.

“Why don't you just call, anyway?” manggala protests are slow.

“So I've tried the phone, sir. However, the father number is off,” reply Hery politely.

“Gosh. Yes, also.” Manggala grimaced while scratching his forehead when he remembered that he had deliberately turned off his mobile phone.

“Sorry if we interrupt. This is related to Nirwana Magazine which was nominated as a print media that produces the best content,”, said Hery.

“Oh, yes?” Gendhis was enthusiastic.

“Iya, Dhis. Nirwana Media is an annual award. Now it is the turn of the rising Nirwana Magazine. In fact, our magazine includes newcomers,” explained Hery. “Lucky we have Mr. Manggala as the general leader of Nirwana Media, as well as the editor-in-chief of Nirwana Magazine,” he continued.

“Wah, great,” Gendhis clapped his hands excitedly. His eyes glistened at Manggala.

“That's our goal here, sir. I would like to ask permission to coordinate the award party invitation. You will receive the trophy,” said Hery.

“Bby, just set it,” said Manggala after thinking for a while.

“Gendhis also came, yes,” invite Sinta while smiling knot. One hand gently touched Gendhis arm.

“Oh, sure. I booked an extra seat for Gendhis at the awards,” said Manggala.

“Siap, Sir. I will note,” Hery nodded obediently.

“Indeed, when is the show, Ms Sinta?” gendhis asked half a whisper.

“Next week, Dhis,” replied Sinta while whispering anyway.

“Oh,” Gendhis mangosteen.

“We have a week ahead to arrange everything,” sela Manggala before Gendhis had time to ask further.

"Morning tomorrow at eight o'clock, yes,” broke up Manggala while glancing mischievously at Gendhis.

Gendhis himself was about to reciprocate the treatment of the lover, when suddenly his phone rang. The name Hanum is there. Not usually the brother called Gendhis, because usually Hanum more often berkabar through the chat application only.

“Mbak?” gendhis greeted doubtfully. The feeling grew even more unpleasant when Hanum returned his greeting with a soft sigh. “Why, Ma'am?”

“Papa, Dhis ...” Hanum stammered to make Gendhis even more anxious.

“Papa why, Ma'am?” gendhis asked impatiently.

“Papa fell in the bathroom, Dhis. Papa was unconscious, but now he has been taken to the hospital,” said Hanum while crying.

“Yes, God, Papa,” Gendhis body feels weak. In the shadow of the father who was usually cheerful, now must lie helpless. He grew increasingly confused when he imagined all the bad possibilities that happened to Susena.

“Papa you why, Dhis?” Manggala who first caught the unnatural gelagat from the face of Gendhis, immediately grabbed the slender body of the lover and held it tightly.

“Papa fell in the bathroom, Ngga,” Gendhis started crying sobbing while immersing his face in the chest of the Manggala field.

“Gosh,” Sinta was surprised. He covered his open mouth with both hands.

“We go back to Jogja. Kuantar now,” break up Manggala.

However, Gendhis did not immediately agree. He seemed to think for a while before finally shaking his head strongly. “Do not, Ngga. You busy. Your presence is very important in the office. Remember, Ngga. There is a prestigious award that you must attend. Credibility and good name of the media at stake,” prevent Gendhis.

“But I can't let you go home alone to Jogja under these conditions, Dhis. Plus I was also worried about the condition of Om Susena,” Manggala refute.

“Papa's prayers are fine. I'm not as weak as you think, Ngga,” refused Gendhis stick to his stance.

“Then let me drive to the airport and buy a ticket there. This time you can't refuse!” manggala.

Looking at the fierce face that did not accept rejection, Gendhis finally nodded weakly. “Ya, already. We go home first to grandma's house,” break it up.

“Oke, I'm ready for a moment,” said Manggala with a gaze directed at Hery and Sinta. Even without words, the two people already understand the meaning of the boss.

“We're saying goodbye, too, sir. Can we continue tomorrow, yes,” Hery nodded half-bending, then turned his back and left the Manggala residence.

Not until half an hour, Manggala was ready to deliver Gendhis to Granny Sri's house. Unexpectedly, Grandma Sri's reaction was much more frenzied than Gendhis, so the second daughter of Susena decided to invite her grandmother back to Yogyakarta.

“Astagfirullah, why papa you can fall all the way. How did the story fall? How can?” Grandma Sri continued to babble like a football commentator.

“Where do I know, Grandma. I was in Bandung, papa fell in Yogya. How the hell, Grandma,” said Gendhis lightly. However, the look on his face still showed great anxiety.

“Not what Grandma meant, but papa you still walk normally. How can it fall?” Grandma Sri did not think.

“Come, Grandma. Maybe his ankle again brushed times,” replied Gendhis accordingly.

“You are, Grandma's people seriously even answer ngawur kayak that,” grumbled Granny Sri.

“Mranny's questions don't make sense either. Why Valentino Rossi fell from the bike, even though he was the world champion Moto GP,” said Gendhis.

“Who is Valentino Rossi? Which one are you again? Inget yes, Neng. You will soon be getting married. You must keep your distance from other men,” Granny Sri's message makes Gendhis exhale full of complaints. At that time, Gendhis only hoped that he could soon arrive at the destination city.

“Duh, where is the stopping plane anyway? Why not come down from earlier?” granny Sri said while standing up. He looked around at the other passengers who were there.

“If Grandma wants to go down first is okay. I'll tell the steward. Tell me to open the door,” chirped Gendhis without any guilt at all.