Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Calms Soul

Gendhis practically didn't sleep all night. He continued to curl up in the corner of the room until the early hours. Feeling his hips ache, he stood up and peered out the window. Manggala is no longer there. The car is also invisible. Nevertheless, his figure continued to be reflected in the head. Manggala had indeed just been present in Gendhis life, but was able to leave such a deep impression for him.

Gendhis took a slow breath. Relief and loss, mixed into one. The special feeling for Manggala should he bury that very second as Gendhis decides to open his laptop and send his resignation email to Manggala. The girl, who had now turned a little feminine, also booked her first flight. The determination of Gendhis has been unanimous, he will leave Bandung with all his memories. Maybe he won't set foot in this city of flowers again.

After everything was ready, Gendhis led two large suitcases out of the room. He went down and approached the dining room. Ceu Imas seemed busy wiping the kitchen table. “Good morning, Ma'am,” greet the widow of three children.

“Again, Ceu,” authentic Genthis warm. He forced a smile, though his eyes were puffy and his face withered.

“Today I prepared a special breakfast menu, specifically for Mbak,” said Ceu Imas with face sumringah.

“Wah, what is it?” Gendo was enthusiastic. He rubbed his hands together as Ceu Imas opened the hood. But the shadow of Gendhis was not in accordance with reality at all. Inside the pink serving hood there is only a bowl of chicken porridge. “Which is special?” gendhis asked in a disappointed tone.

“Yes, this, Ma'am,” Ceu Imas stretched out both hands towards the hot porridge that was still emitting the smoke. “Special because I cooked it lovingly,”.

“Oh,” Gendhis smiled stiffly, then grabbed the chicken porridge. “From not eating,” his murmur while scooping the porridge to the toilet.

“Udah full. Thanks, Ceu,” Gendhis took the initiative to put the bowl to the dishwasher. However, Ceu Imas hurriedly prevented it.

“Already, here I bringin. Afraid of Mbak Gendhis to miss the plane later,” Ceu Imas took the bowl from Gendhis hand just like that. Not only that, Ceu Imas also hugged Gendhis tightly. “Good in Yogya yes, Ma'am. May happy always.” A simple prayer from the middle-aged woman, but enough to make Gendhis heart shake.

That morning, he flew out of Bandung City, returning home to his hometown. An hour long and boring journey ended when the plane landed smoothly at Adisutjipto airport. There was no one to pick up Gendhis there because he did not inform anyone and chose an airport taxi to deliver him to his front house.

Susena was relaxing on the porch when the blue sedan stopped in front of the yard. A taxi driver got off and helped Genphis drop off her luggage. “Lho, Dhis? How come you're here? What's not work? Don't like skipping, dong. Shy, shy,” cerocos Susena without pause.

Instead of answering, Gendhis instead rushed towards Susena who stood in confusion. He hugged the father tightly, then cried as he pleased. “Eh, what's going on here, Dhis? Why else you, son?” susena asked, replying to her second daughter's embrace. He also rubbed Gendhis back gently.

“Gendhis fails to marry again, Pa,” says. Susena could hear it clearly.

“Do not joke, Dhis!” Susena elaborated a hug and kept Gendhis away from her, so that she could clearly see the sad face of her daughter.

“Gendhis is not kidding, Pa,” the story of the plight finally flows again with the details of the lips of Gendhis. He told me while crying.

“Jeez, Dhis. This is your fate, son,” Susena shook her head slowly. His feelings began to mix, between sadness, pity and disappointment. However, as much as possible he did not show it in front of Gendhis. He was so confused to imagine how the fate of the princess was going forward.

“Ya, already. Enter first. We're talking inside,” there's no more silly and absurd behavior of a Susena. At that moment he seemed so serious about sitting Gendhis on the sofa.

Not long after, Grandma Sri came out from the inside of the house and looked surprised to see her granddaughter crying in the living room. “Lho, Dhis. Why home? You why? Pain, yes?” his pedicab.

“Not, Mom. Gendhis broke up. He failed to marry again,” Susena replied lethargic before Gendhis could answer.

“Hah, failed again? How's story?” Grandma Sri enthusiastically walked over, then sat down next to Gendhis.

Susena answered again. He explained everything in detail, exactly as Gendhis had told him.

“Gendhis, granddaughter,” the old woman was so aghast listening to Susena's explanation. He hugged Gendish and cried. “Sabar, yes,” entertain him.

“Well grandma first, don't force everything. If it's the way for you, if you just shut up, he'll come. But if from the beginning is not destined, no matter how hard you try, you still will not be able to get it,” said Granny Sri.

“Please yourself first, son. Go for a walk, eat or anything that makes you can be a little entertained,” advice Granny Sri.

Gendhis immediately raised his face and looked at the grandmother. “Good idea, Nek,” he said while wiping tears. He then turned his head to Susena who was still standing in front of him. “Then, I want to go refreshing, Pa,” say goodbye to Gendhis without burden.

“Where to go?” Susena knitted her brows suspiciously.

“Yesterday I read an advertisement on the internet. There will be an international photography competition open to the public in Bali, Maybe I can come, Pa,” replied Gendhis enthusiastically. He seemed to forget that a few seconds ago he was crying like crazy.

“How to when?” scatter Susena while folding her hands on her chest.

“Next month, but registration and submission of works starts tomorrow. So, leave tomorrow only,” replied Gendhis. “You guys want to find a good object in Bali,”.

“Shortly, briefly,” sergeant Susena. “There is indeed money to go to Bali?”

“My salary over the course of several months is still intact, Pa. Not reduced at all!” timpal Gendhis was sure.

“My retired person who ludes every month,” said Grandma Sri.

“But ... how is it, Dhis? You just came? Your condition is also unstable. Just crying. Now have a laugh,” Susena looks doubtful.

“Just Gendhis wants refreshing to Bali,” the eyes of the half-tomboy girl back glazed. “From suicide,” threatens.

“Astaghfirullah!” susena and Grandma Sri cried simultaneously.

“Have it, it's up to you,” Susena wags her hand. He began to feel the behavior of Gendhis who was again hit by heartbreak. After all, Susena also could not bear to prevent her daughter's wishes, so she agreed to the decision.

The next day, Susena and Granny Sri drive Gendhis to the airport. The two men were a bit worried about having to let Gendhis set out on his own, given the girl's psychiatric condition was still a little shaken. Sri's grandmother was afraid that Gendhis might suddenly act out of his mind like jumping from a speeding car or hugging a sleeping cop.

But all those bad thoughts were not done. Gendhis looked calm and fine until he got into the plane that was about to take him to Bali. Susena was happy and relieved, then decided to go home while waiting for the next news of Gendish.

Two hours later, Gendhis reported that he had arrived in Bali safely. “Thank God,” says Susena. Now he can live the day in peace, although still very sad to remember the fate of Gendhis.

Susena thought that there would be no more surprises that day. But, he was wrong. In the afternoon, when he was about to enter the bird from the front yard, Susena was made aghast half to death with the arrival of Manggala. The handsome man was suddenly already standing gallantly on the porch of the house.

“Good afternoon, Om. May I meet with Gendo? Just a moment,” he said politely.

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