Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Travel Buddies

Manggala stayed at the house of Gendhis for one night. The next morning, he asked the lover to accompany him to visit Susena to the hospital. It was done before he returned to Bandung that afternoon.

“Good morning, Om Susena. Good morning, Nek,” greet Manggala with his polite attitude. However, Gendhis father who was not sick was actually welcoming his future son-in-law with a cold attitude, not as usual. So did Grandma Sri who immediately threw away her face.

“Again,” reply Susena briefly. This made Gendia suspicious. He watched Grandma Sri and Susena in turn. The mother and son behaved strangely, which made Gendhis curious.

Gendhis then inched to the side of his father. He whispered something in the middle-aged man's ear. “Pa, how come? A nice welcome dong,” pinta Gendhis slowly.

“Create what? Tell us about everything,” Susena said.

“Yes, geez, Pa,” Gendhis patted his forehead slowly, then switched on the puzzled looking Manggala.

“Eh, Om,” that handsome gondrong-haired man is trying to melt the atmosphere. “I brought something to Om,”. Manggala forward while carrying a paper bag, then take out the contents on the nightstand. “Aromatherapy candle and ... this,” Manggala reached the last object from inside the paperbag, in the form of a small-sized electric massage pillow.

“Wah,” Susena slightly interested. However, he remembered Utari's complaint. In the end, Susena bent her face again. “Put it there,” said the middle-aged man was cold.

“Yes, geez, Pa,” Gendhis complained softly. He also did not feel good with Manggala who came all the way to Yogyakarta, but did not get the right reception. “Origin papa knows, yes. Gendhis is still holy, clean and untarnished. Genthis dare swear!” gendhis.

Manggala was surprised by the words of his lover. He looked at Gendhis as if asking for an explanation. Gendhis responded with a hand signal.

Hearing Gendhis words, Susena's countenance changed immediately. “What's right, Dhis? So what did Utari say last night?” passionate enthusiastic.

“Utari just misunderstood, Pa. Gendhis hasn't spoken yet, he's been told the same story by Papa,” gerutu Gendhis.

“Oh, thank goodness then. Papa's son can still take care of himself,” Susena laughed wide. He also waved at Manggala to get closer. Come on, teach papa how to wear this massage pillow,” tell him.

“Good, Om,” Manggala smile wide. He can now breathe freely. But that didn't last long. When Manggala attached a massage pillow to the nape of Susena, the man who was half a century old again stared intently at his future son-in-law.

“Listen yes, Young Man. You can judge that I am a fool. However, for me a man who is responsible is someone who is obliged to keep his woman until it is completely legal in the eyes of religion and state law,” stressed Susena.

“I understand completely, Om. I will maintain the trust that Om has given,” timpal Manggala with a calm and calm attitude.

“Well, good,” Susena chuckles while patting Manggala's stocky arm. “Now incandescent my neck and shoulders,” Susena's word at will.

The atmosphere back then was warm and cheerful. Manggala was unceasingly laughing at Susena's joke that was actually crisp. All looked so happy until the time came when Manggala had to catch a plane to Bandung. He hurriedly said goodbye to Susena and immediately ordered a taxi to the airport. Gendhis himself said goodbye to his father to deliver Manggala.

During the trip to the airport, there was not much talked about by the two lovebirds. Manggala more silent and daydreaming.

“What do you think, Ngga?” gendhis asked gently as he rubbed the lover's shoulder. “Are you burdened with Papa's words?”

“Oh, no, Dhis. That is not a problem for me,” Manggala turned his head and smiled gently at Gendhis. He even kissed Gendhis on the lips without caring that there was another creature there, the taxi driver.

“I'm serious with you. Whatever the conditions to get you, I will always fill with all my heart,” said Manggala.

“So ... You don't mind Papa's request? Because that means you can no longer touch me until we are legal husband and wife,” said Gendhis doubt.

“Sama is not a problem, as long as I can still do this,” Manggala close the face, then kiss the lips of Gendhis for the umpteenth time. It continued until the taxi they were riding, arrived at Adisutjipto airport.

“When do you return to Bandung?” manggala asked as she stroked Gendhis smooth cheeks, just after they got off the taxi.

“Quickly, Ngga. Patience, yes,” replied Gendhis.

“Oke, I will always wait patiently,” Manggala stretched out his arms before hugging Gendhis tightly. “Remember yes, Dhis. Mutual trust,” he said later.

“Siap, Ngga. Mutual trust,” Gendhis while taking a respectful attitude. He continued to stand there until the figure of Manggala entered the check-in area and disappeared from sight. Then Gendhis went from there and went back to the hospital.

After making sure that his father was okay, Gendhis decided to return to Bandung. However, Grandma Sri did not come home. He intended to accompany his only son until he completely recovered.

"Masa Mommy could go home to Bandung when I just finished being treated," said Susena spoiled.

"You're okay. In fact, it should not be looked at," Grandma Sri replied as she patted her son's arm.

"Ah, Mommy. We rarely meet. After all, Mother also rarely visited Yogya. I don't care if you stay here longer. Even seneng ..”

“Iya, so the same Dance as Madam Hanum can rest for a moment ngurusin papa,” chirps Utari interrupts the father's speech.

“From!” Susena glared at her youngest daughter.

“Heleh. Grandma must know what it feels like to take care of the second puberty,” Utari said as she passed from the presence of Susena and the grandmother indifferently.

“For this time, I agree with Utari,” timpal Hanum.

“Ah, you guys are not happy to see Papa happy,” protest Susena. “Papa wants to start a new life. Build a much better future with Papa's old love. Is that wrong? After all, your mama's position will never be replaced.”

“Not Papa's wrong desires or feelings. Only the target is not right,” said Hanum while turning attention to Gendhis who was preparing to return to Bandung. “You leaving now, Dhis?” ask Susena's eldest daughter.

“Iya, Ma'am. I took a long vacation. Anyway, Papa is better too. There's a shopkeeper here. Guaranteed he will not act weird anymore,” said Gendhis while opening an incoming message from the taxi driver order. “Duh, car invitation has arrived. I leave first yes,” say goodbye to Gendhis while hugging Hanum.

“Grandma urusin papa, let me know how this big baby. Papa also do not mess around if you do not want to digetok granny,” message Gendhis. He put on his sunglasses, then waved his hand.

“You haven't said goodbye to Utari,” said Hanum made Gendhis turn back.

“Already, Mbak. Meet you in the kitchen.” Gendo continued his steps. “Nevent need to transfer. I have not forgotten where the exit is,”, said Gendhis when he saw Hanum had moved from his seat.

“Ye, who wants to nganter? Mbak want to grab fruit kok,” said Hanum while moving to the table near the window.

Genphis did not respond again. After saying goodbye, he rushed to the yard because his order taxi had arrived.

At exactly eight in the morning, Gendhis left Susena's residence. By being escorted by an online taxi, he headed for the airport, the same place he had delivered Manggala two days ago.

Check-in process went well. Gendhis did not wait long until the flight crew informed him that passengers were expected to be seated at the appropriate place on the ticket.

Gendhis heaved a sigh of relief after sitting comfortably in the window-side chair that had always been his favorite spot. While holding a beloved backpack, Genphis noticed the weather around the runway that looked bright. “May the journey go smoothly until arriving in Bandung,” murmured Gendhis prayed.

“Aamiin,” sahut an familiar voice in the ears of Gendhis. The girl immediately turned her head and looked wide at the appearance of a handsome man sitting casually in the chair next to her.

“Chand?” exclaims Genphis doesn't believe it.

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