Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Pineapple Pie Makes Hot

Gendhis was struck by an extraordinary turmoil. He doesn't eat or lie down. In fact, these two things become the activities he likes the most during his life in this world. “What Yes Angga equals Mbak Sinta ..” Gendhis round eyes glared, piercing the ceiling of the room.

“Will I fail to marry again?” he thought again with glass.

Lucky because the unsettling question was immediately answered, when a knock was heard quite tight on the door of the room. Gendhis immediately got up and rushed to open the door. Utari's face greeted him when the door was wide open.

“Mbak, wanted tuh,” Utari said with a smile expanded.

“Who?” Gendhis furrowed his brows while looking suspiciously at his youngest brother.

“His features are high, long, handsome,” Utari replied accompanied by a cheerful laugh.

“Manggala?” guess Gendhis.

“Yes! Congratulations you are right. Get a beautiful umbrella gift. Gifts can be taken at the nearest store, just by handing over some money,” Utari chirped while clapping. He then pulled his brother's hand. Utari took Gendhis down to the living room.

“Ah, habit. You are not important" said Gendhis. "Did Manggala come here?" Gendhis shook his head in disbelief. “Not possible. He was busy preparing for big events. Besides, Manggala didn't say anything to me either. How about to say, contacted he can't. Angga tuh ..”

The ravings of Gendhis stopped instantly, when he was already in the living room. Manggala who smiled sweetly towards him while lifting a large paperbag. “Surprise,” said the handsome man.

“Angga?” Gendhis. She walked closer, then circled the body of her future husband. “This is really you?” Gendhis rubbed the wide back of Manggala, then switched on his arm. “If palpated and felt the muscles this way anyway ..emang you, Ngga,” murmurnya.

"Dih, who already knows his girlfriend's muscles," seduced Utari half quipped.

"Don't be jealous" said Gendhis. "You've got soft bone wire muscles," he said.

"Did, Ma'am! Amit-amit! My husband is a real man. Sturdy and unrivalled!" utari Protest. Not wanting to respond again to the brother's words, Utari chose to move from the living room.

“Why, Dhis? This is me.” Manggala laughs amusedly. “The plan is to go straight to the hospital, but I don't know which hospital Om Susena is in. So, I stopped by here first,”.

“Why not tell me if you want to come here, Mas? ‘Kan so I can squander something. Menyan, for example,” chirps Utari who returns to the living room. He stood beside Gendhis while looking at the figure of Manggala full of admiration.

“That's why he's a shaman.” Gendhis pinched slowly on Utari's cheek. “Udah there, make a drink,” tell him.

“Kok me,” protest Utari.

“You ‘kan again nganggur. Just now,” drive Gendhis out in a slow voice.

“Ih, basic! It was as if they were whole people. Though I also want to join chat.” Utari grumbled as she left Gendhis and Manggala both in the living room.

“Sit, Ngga.” Gendhis paid no heed to his brother's ravings. He grabbed Manggala's hand, then took her to sit on the sofa. “I was thinking about all sorts of things,” he said spoiled while leaning his head on Manggala's shoulder.

“Thinking about what?” suhut Soft manggala.

“Know, no? Before lunch I couldn't contact you. Mr. Hery also hinted at you, but did not meet. The phone is also off,” said Gendhis. “Moreover, Mr. Hery had said that you both came out the same Mbak Sinta,”.

“Oh, that." Manggala laughs slowly, until it looks dimples that increase the level of good looks. “I asked for help Sinta to choose a parcel for your papa, in addition to fruit of course,” explained Manggala.

“Yes, geez. Repot-repot anyway, Ngga,” said Gendhis spoiled while struggling on the arm of Manggala, just like a cat who is being sensual.

“Ngak ngerepotin, kok,” Manggala objected while touching Gendhis chin and slightly raised it. “I kangen.” Finished saying so, the handsome man touched the lips of his lover and kissed her gently. It was a pity that the sweet scene had to come to a halt, when Utari re-entered the living room carrying a tray containing two cups of tea and snacks.

“Gosh, still this maghrib,” chirps Susena's youngest daughter while putting a tray on the table. “Come. Please, Mas.”

“Still,” sahut Manggala accompanied by a smile. He nodded and looked misbehaved, as Utari continued to stand before him.

Meanwhile, Gendhis gave the code to his brother to leave immediately. However, Utari did not pay attention to the sign language of her brother. “Mas, departing from Bandung what time?” Utari even invited to chat Manggala.

“Um, about three hours. After lunch,” replied Manggala who began to look ordinary.

“Diantar Sinta,” replied Manggala, still with his style that is cute and relaxed.

“Who Sinta?”

“Sama Mbak Sinta?”

The brothers asked simultaneously.

“Iya, Dhis. After he helped select souvenirs, Sinta found me the fastest flight ticket to Jogja,” explained Manggala. “You don't have any thoughts, ‘kan?”

“At first I thought about it. Lots of macems. Moreover, when Mr. Hery nyariin you but did not meet,” replied Gendhis doubtful.

“Indeed, fill in the souvenirs of what?” sela Utari who still survives in her place. He ignored Gendhis conversation with Manggala.

“Towels and toiletries,” replied Manggala lightly.

“Hah?” Gendhis and Utari, simultaneously gawking.

“There is aromatherapy too,” Manggala bright while opening the paperbag, then removing all the contents.

“Ta-but, in the hospital already provided it's all,” Utari said while scratching his head.

“Iya, but the hospital certainly does not provide aromatherapy candles,” denied Manggala. “There is a koala doll also for Gendhis.” Manggala rode again into the large paperbag. He took out a small, gray koala doll, then handed it to Gendhis.

“Wah, you guys will definitely be a good match. Equally error,” chirps Utari while exhaling slowly. He also looked at Manggala with a disappointed look. “Ganteng doang ...” Utari did not continue his words. He chose to pass to the inside of the house while babbling in a language that was not clearly understood by the two lovebirds.

“We look at your papa, yuk,” invite Manggala.

“Tomorrow only, yes. The clock is over. After all, you must be tired of long trips,” reject Gendhis.

“Nothing, Dhis. Don't doubt my stamina.” Manggala grinned mischievously while trying to kiss Gendhis lips again. The sweet scene continues. This time, no one interfered until the bell rang.

“Jeez, who else is visiting maghrib-maghrib like this,” complained Gendhis. He took his face away from Manggala, then got up from his seat.

Lazily, Gendhis opened the door of the house. However, his body language instantly stiffened upon noticing the guest who had just arrived.

“Chand?” his hisses can't believe it. “Ngapain you here?” gendhis asked half a whisper.

“From mama.” Instead of answering, Chand instead offered a transparent plastic box containing pineapple pie.

“Who, Dhis?” Manggala felt the sound of Chand. The man stood up and approached the door. He stood dashingly beside Gendhis, wrapping his hands around his waist.

“My mom made this cake. He wanted to give it to Gendhis,” Chand said.

“For Genphis?” reload Manggala astonishment.

“That hurts Om Susena, not Gendhis.” Manggala's tone was cold. His face also showed dislike.

"I know, but this cake's for Gendhis." Chand smiled calmly as he thrust out the transparent box earlier. "Mama forgetfulness. He should have loved this just as you came to the house," said the handsome widower again, regardless of the look on Manggala's face that immediately changed.

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