Pursuing the Love of the Widower

The Same Taste

“Gendhis?” sinta's tone sounded so enthusiastic. “Where are you? Mr. Manggala repeatedly asked me where you were. She thought I was hiding something.”

“What is it true Manggala will move abroad, Mbak?” Genphis asked back.

“I don't know, Dhis. He called me only by phone. We never met in person again. Last time, it was just the time he drove me home. That's also he did not say anything, Dhis,” said Sinta.

“I ... also plans to resign after the gala event and awards are over,” added Sinta, which made Gendhis even more surprised.

“Kok ... resign, Ma'am? So, what is your wedding?” gendhis cecar.

“What wedding, Dhis? Mr. Manggala does not want to marry me. I also refused. There is nothing between us. Whatever happened in the past, only in the past. I aborted because of my own decisions and desires. You can't blame Manggala, Dhis. He doesn't know anything,” Sinta said at length.

“Mbak, I ..”

“You don't have to cancel the wedding because of me, Dhis. Don't sacrifice your happiness,” continued Sinta cut the words of Gendhis just like that.

“Mbak ...” The million words that Gendhis had strung together, evaporated just like that. Everything feels stuck in the throat. “Let me call again,” breaks up Gendhis in the end.

He cried leaving the booth to the hotel where he was staying. Gendhis lay down on the bed contemplating the decision he had made. Unfortunately, the more he closed his eyes, the clearer the handsome face of Manggala teased his wishful thinking.

“Ah!” *sah Gendhis. He finally decided to get out of bed. He took his beloved camera and decided to look for a good photo object for the race. Apparently, the activity managed to divert the sadness and anxiety of Gendhis.

Without feeling it, two days passed. Gendo spent time collecting photos. He put all his work into a laptop. Planany]a, Gendhis will select the photos that he will send to the competition later.

However, the stomach of Gendhis was already screaming out loud. The worms in his intestines are demanding rations. Gendhis turned to the clock on his mobile phone, which showed him at eight p.m. “Yes, geez. Pantesan I'm hungry. It's night apparently,” murmured.

Susena's second daughter got up from her chair and intended to hunt for dinner outside the hotel area. Gendhis began to look around for places to eat clean as well as cheap. The choice then fell on a vintage-style restaurant.

He entered the place and chose a seat not far from the window. However, it seems, the choice of Gendhis at that time was wrong. Just as Gendhis placed the menu book and gave his order to a restaurant waiter, Chand passed by the sidewalk right in front of the window.

“Gosh, him again,” Gendhis clucked, annoyed mixed in wonder. He tried to hide his face, but it was too late. Chand saw himself first. The beautiful Indian man immediately entered the restaurant of choice Gendhis without a second thought.

With his leisure, Chand pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Gendhis. “I was at your hotel, it turns out you came out,” his chatter without question.

“Ngapain you to my hotel?” ask Gendish not to like it.

“Just aja,” replied Chand. Returning to his indifferent style, Chand raised his hand and waved it at a waiter who immediately came over while thrusting out a menu book. He then read the menu row seriously until dropping a choice on one of the dishes.

After handing out the menu book and order notes to the waiter, Chand immediately turned to Gendhis. “So morning, papa you met mama in the hospital who happened to be in routine control,” said Chand.

“Oh, yes?” sahut Genphis was indifferent.

“Papa you tell me about many things .. about you,” continued Chand carefully.

“Duh, Papa,” complained Gendhis. “Start again in him.”

“Susena said, you .. do not get married to Manggala,” Chand lowered his voice. Genphis did not respond. He simply threw his face toward the large flat-screened television set attached to one side of the restaurant wall.

Gendhis was glued when he saw the television was broadcasting the awards show of media people. He heard Manggala's name being called to the stage. His eyes were round as he stared at the television screen. The former that night looked so charming.

The man's gondrong hair is still styled man bun. Equipped with a black suit and matching colored subordinates, Manggala stepped dashingly and confidently onto the stage. He received a trophy, then gave a speech for a few minutes. One thing that was different from the beautiful man was that his face had become a little thinner than the last time that Gendhis had seen him.

Manggala delivered his speech perfectly. Not to forget he included an announcement at the end. “Counted tomorrow, I am no longer the owner and editor-in-chief of Nirwana Media,”, said Manggala who immediately shocked everyone present.

No exception Gendhis, apparently his former lover was really serious on his decision.

“I will resign from the world of journalism in Indonesia and focus on a career abroad.” Thus the speech of Manggala, before getting off the stage.

“So right? What does Om Susena say?” ask Chand again.

“If you can tell, what's the problem, Dhis?” unlike before, this time Chand talked and interacted more with Gendhis. The man also looked much more friendly and considerate.

The other with Gendhis. The girl didn't seem to care about Chand's question. “Eat first, yuk,” said Gendhis before devouring his order dish.

“Padahan .. I see you two are very romantic and seem to love each other,” chirps Chand while continuing to pay attention to Gendhis who is busy chewing food.

“Sometimes love is not enough, Chand,” timpal Gendhis.

“Yes, you were right, but anyway, love remains the main basis of a relationship,” explained Chand.

“Ah, stop. No need to talk about that. Make the appetite lost,” the nagging Gendhis sewot.

Chand responded with a crisp laugh. “OK, sorry to interrupt. Please continue eating,” he said while focusing on his own food.

The two of them dissolved in silence until their plates were both empty. “You added no, Dhis?” ask Chand.

Gendhis shook his head weakly while playing his spoon. A moment later, he looked up and looked strangely at Chand.

“Why? Something on my face?” Chand felt his own face and hair.

“Can I be suspicious?” Genphis raised one eyebrow.

“About what?” reply Chand.

“Why are you suddenly good with me? Not that all this time, if you look at me like I saw a virus?” ask Gendhis full search.

“Did I used to be that bad?” Chand knitted his eyebrows like disbelief.

“You do not realize how bad your attitude was to me?” Gendhis laughed sinisterly as he folded his hands on his chest.

“Ah, sorry. Right now I'm just ...” Chand hesitantly continued his sentence.

“I'm just like I'm looking at myself in you, Dhis. Heartache, disappointment and anger that can not be channeled,”.

“Wah, can be that bad,” said Gendhis.

“What's wrong?” chand didn't understand.

“Anger that cannot be channeled can make boils grow. Be careful, hopefully the boil will not grow on pan*tat,” replied Gendhis accordingly.

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