Pursuing the Love of the Widower

Sweet Pine's

“Dhis ..” There were a lot of things Chand wanted to say at the time. But everything was like being stuck in the throat. Chand is too fascinated by the appearance of Gendhis.

“Breakfast first, Dhis,” said Susena, awakening Chand.

“Oh, yes. Sorry if I came too early. Mama forgot to bring her shoes,” Chand immediately turned to the chair where she was sitting, then grabbed a plastic bag that she placed next to the chair leg.

He brought the plastic bag in front of Genphis and opened it. There is a square box containing high heels in black. Without hesitation, Chand lowered his body, and set a pair of shoes on to Gendhis's feet.

“Eh, Chand! Nay! Let me install it myself!” reject Gendhis while trying to pull Chand's body to stand.

“Have gone his flip-flops, Dhis,” said Chand regardless of Gendhis objections.

“Aduh, Abah,” chirps Granny Sri with teary eyes while continuing to pay attention to the sweet scene in front of her.

“Come, Dhis. Freelance. Later Chand feet tingling,” Susena said.

Finally, he hesitated to obey the will of his grandmother and father, then slightly raised his legs so that Chand could easily pair the expensive high heels.

“Pas, Dhis,” Chand looks up while smiling gently. He then stood up as he continued to stare at Gendhis face. After wearing high heels as high as seven inches, Gendhis, which is usually only as tall as Chand's chin, now almost matches his temple.

“You ... Mama ... match select settings,” Chand stammered while laughing softly. “I did not expect that ...”

“I can be this beautiful?” guess Gendhis cut out Chand's sentence.

“Not,” Chand shook his head. “I didn't think you could be this graceful and peaceful. Normally ...” The handsome widower seemed to hesitate continuing his words.

“Normally?” urge Gendhis impatiently.

“Usually like a thug,” replied Chand who immediately got the deadly pinch from Gendhis.

“Come, already this hungry. His girlfriend later,” between Susena who began to get sultry with the romantic action of Chand.

“Didih, who is dating?” elak Gendez. With his leisure he passed Chand, then sat on one of the chairs not far from Grandma Sri. “Eh, Brother Hanum same Utari to where? Why not have breakfast?” gendhis asked as he spread his gaze around.

“Involuntarily let not disturbin Chand who again approaches the same papa,” replied Susena origin, making the eldest son Kalini choke.

“It feels strange. He used to be disgusted to see me, now so be a bitch like this,” said Gendhis lightly.

“That's good, Dhis. It means you are still selling, have twice failed to pelaminan, you know,” said Granny Sri.

“How is he the same? He is the same as the ex. The former is not counted as new,” rebutted Gendhis.

“Can you not discuss the issue?” chand protest objected.

“Yes, yes, we discuss breakfast only, yuk,” Gendhis relented and started to focus on the food in front of him.

After breakfast, Chand says goodbye to Susena and Grandma Sri. He also asked permission to take Genphis to his office.

“Wait, my camera missed!” stop Gendhis when Chand opens the car door for him.

“No need, no need,” sahut Chand while helping the struggling Gendhis to sit in the front seat. “The skirt is too tight, yes?” ask carefully.

“Yes, nih. I got the road hard, like a mummy wrapped in bandages,” complained Gendhis.

“If you are not comfortable, change your clothes, Dhis. Don't force it,” said Chand.

“Do not, deh. Poor Aunt Kalini who has bothered to send packages early in the morning,” reject Gendhis.

“Mama, not aunt,” error Chand while smiling. He paid no heed to the protesting look on Gendhis's face. Without leaving his calm demeanor, Chand walks around the car, then sits comfortably behind the wheel.

“Where are we going, anyway? What will I work as? How can I not bring a camera?” cecar Gendhis without pause.

“Hah!” Gendhis was in disbelief. “Yang really! I can't!” reject Gendhis immediately. “I don't have a secretary background. I'm a photographer!”

“All can be learned, Dhis. Relax,” persuade Chand. “You can operate a computer, right?”

“Ya .. can,” replied Gendhis doubtfully.

“Ya, already. What matters is that. For others can be learned while walking,” said Chand calming. Gendhis did not chim in again until the handsome widower's car entered the basement floor of a five-story building.

“What office is this?” Gendhis opened the car window, then looked out.

“My new office,” Chand smiles meaningfully.

“You have a new business?” Gendhis continued to watch as Chand opened his seatbelt.

“Iya,” replied Chand briefly. He went down first and opened the door for Gendhis. “Ayo,” take it gently.

“What business, anyway? I became curious. Not drugs, right?” chirped Gendhis.

Chand did not answer. He only answered Gendhis ridiculous question. “Later you also know yourself,” he said as he directed Gendhis to enter the lobby.

“I'm working with a friend from London. Our joint venture established a fashion company and has successfully launched the first product about a year ago and it turns out that our products are favored by the domestic and foreign markets, Dhis. They are interested in our new brand that includes traditional elements of Yogyakarta,” Chand explained.

“Oh,” Gendhis only mangosteen. “What products?” tanyanya.

“There are jackets, pants, men's and women's tops, T-shirts, as well as various other supporting accessories,” explained Chand.

“Kok I just found out, huh?” gendhis Gumam.

“Yes, probably because it's a new company. Our market is also still limited,” Chand reached out as a signal for Gendhis to get into the elevator. “My office on the top floor,” bright Chand unsolicited.

“What is the brand name?” ask Gendhis again.

“Tuh,” point Chand on a giant plaque in the shape of a unique series of letters on a giant pillar located in the middle of the lobby.

“Sweet Pine,” spell Gendhis shriveled.

“Nice, his name?” it was Chand's turn to ask.

“Because there is sweet-sweet, means good,” Gendhis nodded confidently.

“About the meaning of his name is the same,” sneer Chand while chuckling. “Come, come in,” soft chand pull the arm of Gendhis to enter the elevator, then squeeze the top floor.

Just like in the lobby, the top floor also seemed crowded. There are a few office rooms there. All the doors of his room were open, except for one still-closed door that was located at the very end.

As Gendhis guessed, the closed door was Chand's workspace. “Please,” said Chand politely while opening the door wide.

Gendhis swept a glance around the room. There are two work desks there that are located a little far apart. One large table was in the middle of the room, turned against the glass wall. While the other table is smaller, is in the corner. “My room where?” ask Genthis.

Chand did not answer immediately. He even shifted the table in the corner earlier so that it stuck with his work desk. “Here,” he said as he patted the table surface.

“Hah?” Gendhis. “So, we're one room?”

“You mind?” Chand raised one eyebrow. “Didn't Grandma Sri say that we have to approach, get to know each other and familiarize ourselves so that chemistry is awakened. I think this is one way.”

“Um, Chand ...” Gendhis grimaced while scratching his non-itchy head. “For that application problem, it looks like ...”

“What?”

“It seems you don't have to try this hard, because I don't want to marry you or anyone else. At least in the near future,” said Gendhis slowly, but enough to shake Chand's feelings.