Pursuing the Love of the Widower

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“Gosh,” decak Gendhis doesn't believe Chand's words. “I just broke up. It will not make me. ..” Genphis was silent for a moment. “When you leave to cancel our wedding plans also .. I ... I. I. ... I try hard. However, at that time I decided to run away and hide in Bandung, because I was embarrassed by the neighbor's talk.” The look on Gendhis face suddenly turned sour. “That's where I met Manggala. He is very kind and friendly,” he continued.

Genphis lowered her face. A million regrets plagued his heart. He cursed the self that has made a decision in a state of emotional suffocation and may be more correctly referred to as jealousy. Genphis admitted that. He can accept Manggala's relationship with Ghea. However, he somehow felt pain after knowing the intense relationship between Manggala and Sinta.

In the eyes of Gendhis, Sinta is the perfect woman and is ideal for a life partner. She is beautiful, smart, and always behaves and speaks soft words. Sinta is the opposite of her who impressed urakan, although it turns out Manggala prefers her. Manggala did not fulfill Gendhis request to marry Sinta.

“He picked me,” said Gendhis suddenly.

“Who is he, Dhis?” chand didn't understand.

“Dia .. day ...” Genphis did not continue with her words. The girl just left Chand. The second daughter Susena, did not care even though Chand was about to say something. Gendhis immediately ran without looking back, towards the hotel room he was in.

“Hei, Dhis!” chand exclaimed, when the girl was already far enough away from him. "What about my offer to go home together?”

Gendhis who had already moved away from Chand, was instantly stunned. He looked, then nodded. “I'll pack!” he turned back and continued his steps.

“Inherently strange, yes remain strange.” Chand clucked slowly. There was no reason for him to stand there. Chand wouldn't take Gendhis to the girl's hotel room. He decided to return to the hotel where he was staying.

Meanwhile in the room, Gendhis packed his things enthusiastically. He wanted to go back to Yogyakarta soon, to pick up his grandmother and take her back to Bandung together.

While tidying up some other items, Gendhis continued to imagine the figure of a handsome Manggala and often behaved mischievously. The man was a little scary, but in fact, Gendhis liked every treatment from the owner of the long hair.

Gendhis smiled to himself while continuing to pack. However, all the beautiful fantasies about Manggala must fade, when the sound of ringing phone calls. Gendhis paused for a moment his work, to answer the incoming call earlier.

Inwardly, Gendhis hoped that the one who contacted him was Manggala. He imagines the man forcing Susena to give him her new number. However, after hearing the voice across there, all the sweet expectations of Gendhis disappeared once again.

“You again,” said Gendhis slightly ketus.

“Where did you know it was me?” ask the owner of the voice who is none other than Chand.

“Gosh, in just a few days you wara-wiri continue in front of me,” said Gendhis lazily. “What's up? I'm packing. After this, I'd like to book a ticket for tomorrow.”

“No need, Dhis,” prevent Chand. “You do not need to book a ticket, because I bought it yesterday,” he said.

“Yeah? Yeah, already. Then, tomorrow I change all of you before leaving,” said Gendhis.

“Neither do it. I buy it for free,” reply Chand.

Gendhis was fixated with a pair of eyes moving left and right in a regular fashion. Hearing everything that means free, his spirit grows. Inwardly, Gendhis cheered. However, as she had now turned more feminine, she held back.

“Oh, thank you very much. Why should you bother with everything?”

“Already, don't overdo it,” said Chand. “Prepare tomorrow, as we will depart on a morning flight,” the message.

The next day, Chand and Gendhis were already at the airport. Apparently, they only went home together, because Prajna and her husband left directly for Australia. Along the way, Gendhis who sat next to Chand did not say much. His mind was focused on one thing. He was busy stringing words, which he would reveal to Manggala after they met later in Bandung.

Until the plane landed smoothly at Adisutjipto Airport, Gendhis and Chand only occasionally had a light conversation. Although Chand seems to want to talk further, but Gendhis just the opposite. He looked not so interested, responding to the chat with the widower who had once made him so crazy.

“I'll drop by home huh, Dhis,” bargain Chand, once they're outside the airport. “You do not need to find a taxi, because I have a car invitation,” said the Indian man again.

“Nevent gone, Chand. I've had too much of your nicotine. Later when totaled, my bill more stacked. I'm unemployed now, afraid not strong nyicilnya,” said Gendhis slightly spiced jokes. In fact, the reason is because he is not interested in going home with the eldest son of Kalini.

“Aih, what the hell are you? Don't so. I just feel mandated the same Om Susena who indirectly nitipin you the same me ...”

“Quiet aja, times. I won't crash into a passing vehicle. My life is only one. So, it must be taken care of. As is love.” Gendhis smiled as he waved at one of the passing taxis. “I first yes, Chand. Thanks for the free return ticket. May your worship be received and reciprocated multiplied by God.” After saying so, Genphis rushed into the waiting taxi. He left without giving any more care to Chand.

In his heart, Chand felt that Gendhis had indeed changed. The man could not protest or feel hurt. He only responded with a small smile. At least, Chand has given an explanation for why he used to refuse an arranged marriage with Gendhis. Chand's mistake at the time was to do the rejection in a way that was too frontal. However, now the handsome widower the owner of the wedding organizer has been thinking a lot, that what he did was wrong. Chand regrets himself, because he's actually not that type.

Meanwhile, Gendhis had already arrived home. After a long wait with the family members, Gendhis rushed to his room. His heart could not bear to immediately talk to Manggala, and said that he would return to Bandung. However, when the phone call was connected, it turned out that the answer was not Manggala.

“Why is your Angga phone number holding, Wan?” ask Gendhis astonished.

“Iya, Tea. Previously, wanted to be thrown away with Brother Angga. But, in this card there are many important numbers that may be needed at any time. So, Angga kept active. Do not abuse it, he said. Moreover, in this number a lot of girl contacts.” Diwan ended his explanation with a speech that made Gendhis a little upset.

“How much is the girl contact?” gendhis Fishing.

“Many, Tea. Kak Angga's friends are not few. Not just guys, bikers, magazine model girls. Ladyboy also no.” Diwan laughed after saying so.

However, Gendhis did not want to respond to the unfunny joke. “Ya, already. Now, I'm asking for Angga's new number. Uh, you call your brother. Tell me if I want to talk for a second. It's the weekend. She's not in the office,” pinta Gendhis.

“Wah! I can't, Tea. Angga brother is not at home,” said Diwan.

“Indeed, where did he go?” ask Genthis.

“Lah, did Teteh not know that Kak Angga immediately left for Ireland, the day after the award ceremony?”

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