Pursuing the Love of the Widower

The Truth is Bitter

Gendhis offered various dishes that had just been placed on the table by the cafe waiter to Sinta. “Dhis, I didn't order any of this,” refuse Sinta's shrivel.

“Mbak Sinta again diet?” gendhis terka.

“No, Dhis. Just a little bad stomach,” said Sinta while wiping his flat stomach.

“Come, Mbak. Incipin a little,” urged Gendhis. “Let us be allowed to linger here.”

“Why do we have to sit here for a long time?” Sinta scrunched her forehead.

“Wait for an invitation, Ma'am,” Gendhis winks one eye at his co-worker.

“Oh, Manggala want to pick you up?”

Gendhis had not yet answered, Manggala came suddenly, and sat down beside Gendhis. “Where's the dress? Good, no?” ask without further ado. The face of Manggala was not as friendly as usual.

“Eh, you guys want a date, yes. So annoying to interrupt. I first yes, Dhis,” said Sinta. He got up from the chair and was about to leave.

“Eh, no, Ma'am. Here aja. We want to go straight home. Wait a minute, yeah. Later we go home together,” persuaded Gendhis. “Please first the food.”

Sinta seemed awkward to accept the treatment of Gendhis. The Manggala lover brought a serving of spaghetti and fries closer to her. While Manggala gets a part in the form of a jumbo-sized burger.

“Come, Ngga. Eat first,” said Gendhis a little pushy.

Manggala himself did not want to argue, so he resigned to comply with Gendhis request. “Actually, I don't like burgers, but because you told me...” Doubtful Manggala biting burger tip.

“Pak Manggala does not like beef, Dhis,” chirps Sinta who he immediately regretted. The beautiful reporter kept her mouth shut.

“Oh, yes? How did Sinta know? I even just found out,” Gendhis looked in amazement at Sinta.

“I-iya, we will often meet together,” Sinta smiled stiffly.

“Meeting where?” go after Gendhis while looking at Manggala. The big-haired man did not answer. He took a long, slow breath.

“Usually if meeting ‘kan all lunch,” replied Sinta. “Pak Manggala always rejects dishes containing beef. If chicken still wants,”.

“Oh,” Gendhis mangosteen. “Means later if we get married, I should always remember about it,” he said as he flicked his finger.

“Betul, Dhis,” says Sinta enthusiast. “Sama don't forget fresh tea every morning.”

Sontak Manggala glared at Sinta. Similarly, Gendhis caught the suspicious attitude of her future husband. He also glared at Manggala.

“Eh, don't get me wrong. Every morning Mr. Manggala asked to bring fresh tea to his room. That's what I mean,” ralat Sinta. His body language seemed so nervous.

“Oh, I don't know that either,” sizzle Gendhis. “It turns out a lot that I did not know from Manggala,” Gendhis smiled crazily, then looked down.

“Dhis, there's still a lifetime to know all about me. Now, let's go home,” take Manggala. He got up and pulled on Gendhis arm.

“Eh, wait. One more question!” sergeant Gendhis pointed his index finger. “Last question, after that we go home.”

“I beg you to answer honestly,” pinta Gendhis.

“Jeez,” Manggala clucked slowly, then sat back down to the chair he had been in. “What do you want to ask?”

“Arif and Ria .. You know them, no?” Gendhis stared fixedly at Manggala who was also looking towards him.

“Your partner is in the studio, right?” guess that masculine-style handsome guy.

“Iya, right. They told me that before I was accepted to work in the office, you and Ms. Sinta used to be familiar. Everywhere I like both. Is that true?” ask Gendo carefully.

“What is true?” gendhis repeated when the two people nearby were still silent.

“Ya, his name is coworker, Dhis. We so often meet and chat together,” elak Sinta. “That's it, nothing more."

“But why since I came you guys have been moving away from each other?” gendhis cecar.

Manggala and Sinta did not immediately answer. They fell silent again for a long while until Sinta opened her voice. “I decided to stay away, since Mr. Manggala told me that he was interested in you, Dhis.”

“Why did Angga tell Mbak Sinta that he was interested in me? How close did you guys get, to the point that Angga had to reveal something as personal as that?” Gendhis did not stop. He was determined not to go home until he got the information he wanted.

“Dhis,” Manggala's turn to speak. He grabbed hold of Gendhis palm and grasped it tightly. “Sinta is just a friend. That's it,” he replied.

“Oh, yes?” Genphis glanced at Sinta. The sweet and calm girl seemed to hold back tears. Sometimes he looked away from being seen while wiping his cheeks.

“Kok Mbak Sinta crying? Does Mbak object to Angga who only considers Mbak as a friend?” Gendhis tried to grab Sinta's hand and rubbed it gently. “Mbak, it's okay, really. Aja stories. I swear I won't be angry or anything,” persuade Gendhis not to despair.

“I'll be married to Angga soon, Ma'am. I don't want any hindrance from the past after we officially become husband and wife later,” continued Gendhis.

Sinta, who had originally hidden a face, immediately focused on Gendhis. He looked at the two lovebirds before him in turn. “I'm afraid you leave Mr. Manggala if you know about the real reality,” said Sinta slowly.

“What statement, Mbak?” ask Gendhis gently.

“I just want Mr. Manggala happy,” sigh Sinta. “While I saw him so happy when he was with you. Therefore, I chose to give up and stay away.”

Gendhis body stiffened for a moment. He looked at Manggala who was similarly tense. After that, he again focused on Sinta. “Please explain again, Ma'am. I don't understand.”

“I ... Mr. Manggala ..” Sinta stammered, then fell silent. “I ... used to apply for an internship after graduating from college. Mr. Hery accepted. He then introduced me to Mr. Manggala,”.

“Pak Manggala once said that I have very good potential. Six months I interned there until I was accepted as a full-time employee. Mr. Manggala is an amazing person ...” The sentence of Sinta hangs. But shortly thereafter, he continued his story.

“Pak Manggala is a young, smart and insightful businessman. She was a cheerful person, until one day she slumped for parting with her fiance,” Sinta took a deep breath, then exhaled her slowly. “Pak Manggala was really hit that time, so .. so he came to me to vent everything.”

“Wreak everything?” repeat Gendhis with the eyebrows raised.

Sinta did not answer. He just nodded slowly without daring to fight against the curious gaze of Gendhis, and it was Manggala who seemed to give him a meaningful gesture.

“All what, Ma'am?” urge Gendhis.

“Dhis, please. You are my future wife, but please also appreciate the privacy that I cannot share with you,” prevent Manggala.

“Why should you be afraid? If indeed you have never been involved anything ...”

“Nothing special!” manggala.

“I asked Mbak Sinta, not you, Ngga. Sinta can already speak and organize his own words. So, you don't have to help her explain!” reply Gendhis is no less firm. “Mbak Shinta the ..”

“We're like lovers, Dhis. I even got pregnant and had to have an abortion,” Sela Shinta, which immediately made Gendhis and Manggala turn to her.

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