Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Like a Cat

“When do you want to be in Bali?” chand asked breaking the silence.

“Until the completion of the photography competition,” replied Gendhis without distracting him from the empty plate in front.

“When does the race end?” chase Chand.

“Front month,” brief words Gendhis. He behaved like Chand did in response to Gendhis.

“Yes, geez. You want a month here? Staying in the same hotel?” Chand rounded his eyes, as if in disbelief.

“What's the matter, anyway? You're like a detective,”, gendhis sewot's nag.

“If the race like that ‘kan you just send the results of your photo, just wait for the announcement. Why wait until next month?” chand said slowly and carefully.

“Yes, love me. My father did not protest. How complicated are you?” Genphis snorted annoyedly. He got up from his seat as he passed towards the cashier's table. But before he took out some of the money, Chand first put his credit card near the EDC machine.

“So one, yes,” said Chand at the cashier. He did not care about Gendhis who glared at him.

“I'm not a poor man huh, Chand. I can pay for myself,” said Gendhis full of emphasis.

“Yes, I know that. I just want to share the sustenance. Said the old man, forbidden to refuse sustenance,” Chand smiled sweetly, dismissing all the ketus attitude of the girl in front of him.

However, Gendhis is not the old Gendhis. He's not easily crushed by Chand's deadly smile. He clucked and left Chand without saying thank you.

For Gendhis, it was enough that he had interacted with men. He was very tired. All Gendhis wanted to do was lie on a comfortable hotel bed and sleep soundly.

Chand himself also seems to have no intention of pursuing the steps of Gendhis. Clinging to his calm demeanor, he stepped out of the restaurant and returned to his private villa, not far from there.

Gendhis was already in his hotel room. The drowsiness he expected to attend, apparently never came. He finally decided to continue his activities to edit the photos and send them to the race committee via email.

Not knowing exactly when, Gendhis did not realize if he fell asleep in front of the laptop. His body bent with his head leaning against the laptop. He woke up when someone knocked on his hotel room door.

Gendhis woke up with a surprised expression. “Jeez, I overslept!” he cried while rubbing his eyes. He grew even more panicked as his saliva dripped slightly above the keyboard. In a hurry, Gendhis wiped the surface of the laptop so that it was not short.

There was a knock that was louder than before. Lazily, Gendhis stood up and opened the door. “Room service, yes?” ask her with her eyes half open. He widened his eyes when he realized that it was not the hotel clerk who was standing before him at the time, but Chand.

“Yes, geez! You nguntit me or what, anyway?” gendhis Namel.

Chand simply smiled wryly as he looked at the face of Gendhis's pillow. His long hair was as disheveled as a lion. While the rest of the saliva dries, it is seen in the corner of the lips. Not to mention that Gendhis was unceasingly scratching his head. I don't think the guy will be able to hold the laugh any longer.

“Chick how to wake up during the day?” guru Chand's. “Jam eight here.”

“Ah, bodo highly. I ‘kan timeless single. I have no husband. Wake up at any hour, whatever I am,” Gendhis intends to close the door of the room, but Chand first holds it back.

“Mandi first, Dhis. Don't go to bed,” talk Chand.

“If I recite, would you like to give me money?” gendhis Cibir.

“Oh, sure,” unexpectedly, Chand immediately reached into the wallet and took out tens of hundreds of thousands of bills on Gendhis. “Nih,” he put the money sheet in the palm of Gendhis's hand.

“Apaan, here!” exclaiming Gendhis sonorous.

“I'm asking you to document Indira's birthday. Later noon,” said Chand.

“This what?” Gendhis weighed the pile of money on the right hand.

“That's your pay,” replied Chand with a big smile.

“Yang really?” Gendhis rubbed his eyes again, then glared at the red sheet of money.

“Bathletes. I wait,” urged Chand.

“OK,” Gendhis slammed the room door at will. Not long after, the door opened, showing Gendhis who had appeared beautiful and neat with his favorite casual clothes.

“You ... don't shower?” ask Chand doubtfully.

“Mandi, dong. Just delicious! Here!” Gendhis raised his arm and pointed his arm at Chand.

“Yes, yes, I believe. You smell good,” Chand moves backwards while chuckling.

“Well, so, dong. Come, go!” Gendhis seemed to forget all the burdens of his love and sorrow. Getting a wad of money after waking up, in fact can restore the joy of the girl.

Chand then takes Gendhis on foot across the sidewalk and turns towards a much quieter area. They stopped in front of a three-story luxury villa. “Come, log in,” invite Chand.

Gendhis. He followed Chand's every move until he arrived at the backyard of the villa that had been transformed into a birthday party, complete with decorations.

“Oh,” Gendhis mangosteen and take out the camera.

“Eh, wait. Don't go straight to work. Breakfast first inside,” tell Chand.

“Ntar, deh. Nanggung,” Gendhis looked so excited while holding the camera and observing the objects he would photograph.

After a brief chat with Prajna and her husband, Gendhis begins to run errands, taking every photo and making it look beautiful.

Until the event was over at noon and the guests left the villa, Prajna offered Gendhis a lunch. Since he had refused to eat breakfast, of course, Gendhis accepted the offer cheerfully.

“Mama was always enthusiastic if it was painful Brother Gendhis,” said Prajna opened the conversation at the dinner table.

“Kak Chand also likes to be embarrassed every time you hear the name of Brother,” continued Prajna which made Gendhis frown.

“Ah, not possible. Shy or nahan vomit?” gendhis's search doesn't believe it. He also turned his head to Chand who looked at Prajna's objections.

“If based on a story from Kak Chand, he used to like being uncomfortable with Kak Gendhis who looks like a cat,” explained Prajna.

“Like cat?” gendhis's birthday is in disbelief.

“Na, already! Don't be shy!” reprimand Chand with a dead red face. While Prajna's bule husband just grimaces funny.

“Alright,” chirps Prajna's husband, make everyone astonished.

“Alright why, Baby?” ask Prajna confused.

“I don’t know,” the bule man shrugged, then returned engrossed with Indira who had been sitting on his lap.

“Ih, it's not clear,” grumbled Prajna, before switching to Gendhis. “Eh, where was it, Brother?”

“Until the cat,” replied Gendhis enthusiastically.

“Oh, yes. So, according to Kak Chand, Kak Gendhis's behavior used to look like a cat. You know what a spoiled cat looks like,” said Prajna.

“What does it look like?” Gendhis scowled while folding both his hands on his chest.

“Yes, spoiled so, deh. Keep looking for attention as well,” answered Prajna.

“Gosh,” Gendhis patted the forehead. He did not expect Chand to identify himself with a cat. Whether it is a compliment or a insult.

“But Kak Chand said last night, Kak Gendhis now looks different. Maybe that's what makes him ...” Prajna hurriedly shut her mouth as the elder sister glared sharply at him.

“Stop, Yes. Come on, Dhis, I'll take you home,” clean cheeks Chand blushing. One hand grabbed Gendhis arm and pulled him slowly to stand up.

“Later the result I sent by post, yes,” said Gendhis after saying goodbye to Prajna and his small family.

Chand took Gendish down the same road. At first, the two people were silent to each other. For a long time, the eldest son of Kalini could not stand in silence. “Tomorrow I go home to Yogya. I hope you want to come home with me,” he said.

“No!” reject Genthis.

"I bought the ticket for you" Chand was not desperate.

"No," Gendhis remained steadfast in his stance.

“Actually your papa told Mama. He's worried that you've been here too long. However, Om Susena does not dare to resist your desire to calm down,” explained Chand.

Gendhis instantly stopped his steps and looked at Chand meaningfully. “My father said so? You're not lying, are you?”

“You can call your papa and ask him directly,” sahut Chand kalem. “I'm also a bit worried, anyway,” he continued in doubt.

“Why else?”

“Was-was-was if you are alone in Bali and no one is concerned, then you suddenly plunge into the sea,” joked Chand. He did not have time to laugh, because Gendhis immediately rewarded him with a hard pinch on the arm.

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