Pursuing the Love of the Widower

All You Can Eat's

“Is that why you were being mean to me?” ask Genthis.

“That's one of them,” replied Chand while lip-smacking. He focused on the road ahead.

“Mistakenly?” gendhis again.

“Um,” Chand seemed to think for a moment before answering the question of the girl next to him who was full of traps. “You used to rese, Dhis. Your attitude is a little strange and does not go in my head,” he explained.

“Whimsy how?” gendhis tone sounded sewot. He also folded his hands on his chest.

“I often catch you looking at me, but .. the way you look at it is horrifying,” replied Chand as is.

“How's the client?” Gendhis is starting to take it. “That's his name adoring view. At that time I was really fascinated, how come there is a handsome guy and your cement. You should be proud and grateful,” his scolding while pointing the index finger at Chand.

“The problem is that many have seen me like that. I feel that this self is only judged from the outside. Long ago I was sick,” said Chand defend himself.

“Indeed Binar doesn't see you in that way?” pursue Gendhis.

“No, he didn't even think I existed,” Chand laughed bitterly after saying so.

“Wah, great. Binar was indeed a champion,” Gendhis was so amazed that he clapped his hands.

“Persis like your attitude now. You already do not think I exist,” continued Chand again with the widest.

Hearing that, Gendhis instantly fell silent. He remembered Manggala. It was the man who managed to divert his world, making the attention and love of Gendhis only focused on the handsome, long-haired man.

Gendhis immediately turned his head towards the window. He screamed in his heart. Why is every thing that happens around him, always reminding himself of the figure of Manggala?

“I misspoke, huh?” chand asked after seeing the change in Gendhis. “Sorry yes, Dhis.”

“Eh, no. No, I was just flickering,” rebutted Gendhis while pretending to rub his eyes to disguise the tears that had already dripped.

“You still like to eat no, Dhis?” Chand tries to shift the subject.

“Weirdly only the question,” grumbled Gendhis while throwing his face. “The name of man should love to eat. If you don't like it, you may go hungry. If you are hungry, you can die!” ketus.

“Means you're still eating, huh?” Chand poked his lips in laughter.

“Why, anyway!” Gendhis, who was getting uncomfortable, turned back to Chand.

“No, I just wanted to invite you to eat at an all you can eat restaurant. You can eat as much as you can at half a day, provided you spend the food no more than half an hour,” explained Chand.

“Oh, surely I am willing, Kakang Prabu! When's? Now?” cecar Gendhis enthusiastically. He seemed to forget all the sadness that had enveloped him a few seconds ago.

Chand could not help but laugh. “Gendhis, Gendhis,” he said while shaking his head. “Where is her broken heart?”

“OK, then,” Chand turns the wheel towards the intended restaurant. Lucky that evening, visitors were not too much, so they did not need to queue to take the food menu provided by buffet.

After picking up a wide variety of side dishes, Chand takes Gendhis to the cashier's table. There they got a table number as well as a small timer to calculate the meal time. Exactly half an hour, they had to press the timer to get the waiter to go to the table and see if they could afford to eat less than the allotted time.

“Anybody, Dhis?” ask Chand. He was amazed to see the portion of Gendhis meal that beat the porters.

“Today I ate it bad. Atmosphere does not support,” said Gendhis origin. The girl began to devour the dish in front of her until it was gone. Gendhis spent it in just twenty minutes. Chand even still bribed a few spoons, even though there was no half portion of Gendhis.

“Your stomach won't explode, Dhis?” ask Chand.

“Udah used to be like this,” replied Gendhis while rubbing his stomach.

“Compose the correct it should be thirty-three times, Dhis. Less than that, the risk of developing ulcer disease is higher,” said Chand.

“Ah, time?” Gendhis, curious and eager to try Chand's advice, grabbed his spoon, and took food from the handsome widower's plate. He tried to chew as much as Chand had mentioned. However, it was not finished yet, the food in Gendhis's mouth was already exhausted first. “Aduh, weight turned out. I try again sometime, deh,” lamented.

“Yes, geez,” Chand chuckles. “Actually, you are very compatible you know, same Manggala.” Kalini's eldest son immediately closed his mouth when he realized that he had slipped. “Sorry, Dhis. I didn't mean ...”

“Nothing, kok,” Gendhis forced a smile, then looked down deeply. A moment later, he suddenly looked up while glaring at Chand. “Can I ask for help?”

“Ask what please?” Chand scrunched his forehead cluelessly.

“You do not know where Manggala lives in Ireland?” gendhis pinta.

“Ireland?” reset Chand.

“Yes, he moved to Ireland, but when I asked Diwan and Aunt Royani, they didn't want to tell me where Manggala's new address and phone number was,”. “I tried calling back, a few days later. But it turns out .. both Aunt Royani, Om Mahendra, and Diwan, all of whom cannot be contacted,” Gendhis began to sob.

“Wait a minute,” Chand rests his back on the chair. His masculine rails showed that he was thinking hard. “I have an acquaintance. We used to be friends in a motorcycle club, her name was Bhishma. As far as I know, Bisma was friendly with Manggala, until Bisma moved abroad, precisely in the Netherlands. We had exchanged phone numbers a few months ago,” explained Chand. He paused his sentence as he observed Gendhis's clear-cut mimicry.

“You want me to contact Bisma?” guess Chand was soon reciprocated with a loud nod from Gendhis.

“OK, but I don't promise, yes,” Chand seemed hesitant to dial Bisma's contact number, but still he did it for Gendhis's sake. Several times the tone continued, until finally a voice sounded from across there.

“Hai, Chand. How are you?” that voice sounds friendly. Gendhis can capture it clearly, as Chand activates the loud speaker button. After making small talk, Chand revealed his intention to ask for Manggala's number.

“Waduh, how, huh? I've sworn to Angga not to give anyone his new phone number,” decline polite Bhishma.

“Please, Bhishma. It's between life and death. His ex was suicidal if he could not contact Manggala. Please, bro,” refer Chand.

Gendhis pleaded not acceptable when Chand used the excuse of suicide. He almost pinched the man's arm. But Chand avoided it first. Especially at that time, Bisma gave up and was willing to give Manggala a phone number.

Chand then reached into the pen and wrote down a series of numbers on the dinner tissue that had been prepared on the table. “OK, thank you, Bisma,” he said sincerely, then ended the call. Chand smiled with satisfaction. He gave the tissue to Gendhis. “That's Manggala's phone number. Try contacting him,” advice Chand.