Pursuing the Love of the Widower

The Surprising Day

Gendhis also caught the name of his co-worker before Manggala pressed the green button and received a call. “Ya, what's up, Sin?” manggala's heavy and macho voice sounded so seductive in Gendhis ears.

“Oh, I'm again on the road, Sin. Just picked up Gendhis at the airport,” said Manggala. Every now and then his eagle eyes glanced at Gendhis who was unceasingly looking at him with a reverent look. “OK, after this I immediately returned to the office,” closed Manggala ended the conversation. He then looked at his lover.

“You look very familiar with Sinta Ma'am,” chirped Gendhis while smiling meaningfully.

“Cantian nih, his jealousy,” Manggala savor while being uprooted.

“Emang only you doang who can be jealous and suspicious? Me too, dong,” sahut Gendhis sewot.

Instead of being lured, Manggala laughed. “I love it when you're jealous of me. People say, jealousy is a sign of love,” he said mimicking the words of Gendhis before.

“Well, now you know ‘how does it feel?” Gendhis grimaced, then rubbed Manggala's cheeks. I don't know what that means. “Your cheeks are very smooth, Ngga. Care continues, yes,” his chatter diverts the conversation.

“His name is also public figure, Dhis. Ugly like this, I include public figures, you know. Last year I entered the ranks of one hundred young entrepreneurs who are the most shining,” bright Manggala proud.

“Ah, the more proud I am of you,” Gendhis began to move mischievously. He removed his seat belt, then inched closer to Manggala. Gendhis then kissed Manggala's cheeks many times and hugged her tightly, to the point that the handsome, long-haired man almost lost his driving concentration.

“Don't do this dong, Dhis. You tortured me. Already know om Susena forbid us to do anything until it is legal to be husband and wife, you even lure,” protest Manggala slowly.

“You're adorable, anyway. Similar stuffed tongki,” timpal Gendhis while laying his head on Manggala's shoulder.

“Like what?” manggala's tone was impressed. But in the end he laughed out loud. Manggala almost pulled over the vehicle and replied to Gendhis's mischievous deeds, when his phone rang again.

“Yes, geez. Sinta again?” Gendhis clucked slowly. “There is indeed a problem yes, Ngga?”

“It looks like this important, Dhis. Regarding the award ceremony and gala dinner in the next few days,” replied Manggala was not good. “I picked up the phone first, yes,” Manggala asked Gendhis for permission before receiving his call.

After Gendhis nodded, Manggala pressed the green button on the screen. “Why else, Sin?” tanyakanya. That masculine face looked seriously listening to Sinta across there.

“Let's talk at the office. Half an hour away, yes,” break up Manggala after a few minutes have passed.

“Very important, yes?” repeat Gendhis with a look of dislike.

“Yes, there was a bit of misunderstanding with the event organizing crew,” Manggala explained. The gaze of the eyes that were originally straight towards the road, was now fixed on Gendhis who was still looking at him as if asking for more explanation.

“Later I'll tell you at the office. You to office ‘kan today?”

“Iya, we stopped by Grandma Sri's house first to put my things,” replied Gendhis with eyeballs that continue to follow the movements of Manggala.

“Oke, soon we reach your Grandma's house,” said the editor-in-chief of Nirwana Media.

As Manggala said, not ten minutes later, they had arrived in front of Grandma Sri's courtyard. It looks like Ceu Imas is sweeping the terrace. The slightly fattened middle-aged woman immediately stopped her activities when she saw Gendhis coming out of the Manggala luxury vehicle.

“Eh, Sister Gendhis is back? Which mom?” he asked while looking around. However, there was no figure of Grandma Sri there. There is only Manggala. Gendhis husband-to-be was busy carrying a suitcase, then placed it right in front of Ceu Imas.

“Grandmother Sri is still in Yogya. Papa again spoiled asking for cementin,” replied Gendhis. “Titip suitcase yes, Ceu. I want to go to the office first,” he continued, waving his hand.

Ceu Imas did not respond to Gendhis. He was even engrossed in watching Manggala who was busy tying his hair. “Do I need help, Den?” tanyanya flirty.

“No need to macem-macem, yes. Suitcase tuh, enterin,” sahut Gendhis sewot before Manggala could answer.

“Iya, yes. Kidding, Ma'am. Oh, geez. Error very,” reply ceu Imas no less sewot.

“Have to be fierce. Anyway the actor as early as possible prevented,” Gendhis is fiery with clenched hands.

“Dihs, this is Ceu Imas. What is it to be a actor?” manggala whispers a little uncomfortable.

“Who knows you are khilaf, Ngga,” replied Gendhis while whispering anyway.

“Eh, make no mistake. Gendhis and Aden have never seen my youth. Guaranteed you both will be stunned,” Ceu Imas did not accept the whispers of two people who humbled him. He also boasted.

“Ceu Imas used to be saucy, yes?” chirped Gendhis.

“Related recipe, Ma'am. Immediately, I looked for the photo,” Ceu Imas hurriedly threw the broomstick just like that to the terrace floor and was about to turn into the house. However, Gendhis and Manggala first prevented it.

“Later, Ceu! Again this hurry!” prevent those two lovebirds simultaneously.

“Ya, already. Later aja. What time did Gendhis come home? I wait, yes,” said Ceu Imas excitedly.

“I want to overtime, Ceu. Easy, photo problem. Anytime if again need to make pinjol,” concluded Gendhis while turning while dragging Manggala into the car. It was his turn to open the door for Manggala and force him to quickly advance the vehicle.

“Ngeri is also Grandma Sri's assistant,” kelakar Manggala.

“Do not get a crush, yes,” timpal Gendhis.

“Jeez,” again Manggala laugh until look dimples that look so adorable in the eyes of Gendhis. However, when the girl noticed the look in the eyes of the lover, she could clearly see the empty and burdened view of the Manggala seroang.

“Ngga, you just wanted to say something about your past. How not to be?” cetus Gendez.

“What? Oh, that .. yes,” Manggala stuttered. He could not hide his nervousness. “Let me tell you that my time is free,” is good.

“Oke,” Gendhis also did not try to force, because at that time they had arrived in front of the office building. After parking the car in the basement parking area, Manggala took Gendhis to arrive at the studio where Gendhis used to work. There, several crew members were ready to welcome him.

“Good morning by noon, Ma'am Gendhis. How's papa? Are you feeling better?” ask Gendhis colleagues to put each other down.

“Udah, thank goodness. Thanks, yes,” said Gendhis. The girl had turned to Manggala who waved at the doorway, then noticed the future husband until he disappeared behind the studio door.

“Listen-heard, Sister Gendhis is serious yes, same Mr Manggala?” chirps Arif, one of the photographer's assistants who slightly waved.

“Say you want to get married, Ma'am?” sahut Ria, a costume stylist.

“Iya, doain, yes,” said Gendhis timidly. Even though he has been working with his colleagues for a long time. But for personal matters, Gendhis rarely told them.

“Teh Sinta how, Mbak?” asked Arif again, making Gendhis immediately frown.

“What happened to Mbak Sinta?” Genphis asked back.

“Um,” Arif and Ria looked at each other before turning their attention back completely to Gendhis.

“Actually, we've wanted to tell you about this as well as Sister Gendhis from far away, but we're condoning, Ma'am. It will be considered manas-manasin or how. Moreover, the position of mbak Gendhis has been very serious with Mr. Manggala,” said Arif carefully.

“What's up, anyway?” urge Gendhis impatiently.

“Ehm, the ...” Ria turned to Arif for approval. After Arif nodded, Ria resumed her explanation. “Before Gendhis worked here, Mr. Manggala and Teh Sinta was quite close. They often go and go home together. Well, lapse of how long, Ma'am Gendhis accepted here. Since then, Mr. Manggala kept his distance from Teh Sinta,” bright Ria at length, making Gendhis freeze instantly.

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Mumpung againheat-hot, ademin duluyuk, the same cool work on this one