Pursuing the Love of the Widower

The Worrying Heart

As if he was floating, Chand kissed his lips again and again. The man seemed to be addicted to enjoying those ripe lips.

“Udah, Chand. It's already night. Do not let tomorrow we misfortune,” Gendhis rewind the body, avoiding the thin lips of the handsome widower.

“Ah, yes. I'm sorry, Dhis,” that beautiful face blushed. Immediately he rubbed off Gendhis wet lips, then kissed his cheek. “I'll take you home,” Chand rushes down from the car, then opens the door for Gendhis. He led the girl to the front door.

Just as Chand was about to knock on the door, suddenly the door opened from the inside. It looks like Grandma Sri is standing in front of the two lovebirds while putting on a fierce face.

“Eh, Grandma. How come you haven't slept? He said he would come back to Bandung tomorrow?” ask Genthis.

“Ngot so!” replied Grandma Sri Ketus. “Where have you been?” search the grandmother.

“From sightseeing, Nek,” replied Chand politely. “I have asked permission Om Susena if we will go home late.”

“Hm, bad if this continues,” Grandma Sri rubbed her chin accompanied by a look of dislike. “Let's tell your mom, yeah. Don't build up the chemistry for long. Just get married. In the past many people were betrothed, but did not know each other. The proof, lasting, tuh!” his nag.

“Lah, ‘kan Granny who likes ideas to build chemistry?” timpal Gendez.

“It was yesterday! Now it's different again!” elak Granny Sri. “This you, you know even answer continues. Already here, log in!” the old woman pulled her grandson's hand with all her might, until Genphis staggered forward. Lucky he didn't fall.

“Ya, already. Then I say goodbye. See you tomorrow, Dhis. I picked up at seven, yes,” said Chand while nodding politely at Grandma Sri, then turned her back to her car.

Gendhis continued to look at the wide, firm back that continued to move away until Grandma Sri closed the door suddenly. “Ih, Grandma. Don't like to see people happy,” grunts.

“Tomorrow again!” Grandma Sri snapped at her grandson's head, then passed by, leaving behind the dumbstruck Gendhis alone.

“What did I just do?” mumbled wailing. He was seen by the scene of a very soft and sweet kiss with Chand. His stomach was tickled from the inside. Tingly mixed tense.

While walking up the stairs, Gendhis touched the surface of his lips. He continued to daydream about the scene until he did not realize that he had arrived in front of the room. Gendhis cleaned himself up and lay down on the bed. At a glance the figure of Manggala is back. Remembering the bitter words of Manggala that had closed the opportunity for them to be able to return both.

“Goodbye, Angga,” sigh Gendhis lyric. Slowly, the sleepiness begins to dominate. Gendhis yawned widely, then closed his eyes. As if entering into a dreamland, Gendhis saw the silhouette of Manggala walking away. No matter how strong his hand grabbed that sturdy body. The figure of Manggala remains unachievable. In the end, Manggala was lost to darkness. Gendhis could only cry out roaringly, until he woke up suddenly.

Gendhis's digital alarm rang, indicating five o'clock in the morning. Gendhis hurriedly got off the bed and got ready. At exactly half-seven o'clock in the morning, Gendhis came down and sat down at the dinner table in a well-dressed condition. All the members of his family were so amazed to see the drastic change of a Gendhis.

“Here used to be this hour still stinks of iler ya, Yang,” Arya chirps on Hanum, the wife.

“Time in Bandung, this hour he is ready to go to work, but not take a shower,” said Granny Sri.

“Power of love ...” Sizzle Susena with a look of amazement.

“Duh, what the hell, you guys? Noisy, you know?” Gendhis tried to be indifferent. He took out a small serving of rice and the side dish, then started scooping.

“Not wrong, nih?” chirp Arya again. “Tumben not three centong?”

“It is forbidden to overdo it in any case,” said Gendhis while chewing.

“Who said?” ask everyone in unison.

“Kata Chand,” replied Gendhis casually.

“Ciieee,” exclamation everyone, simultaneously anyway. The joy ended when the doorbell rang.

“That must be Chand,” Gendhis rushed up from the chair and ran towards the front room. A moment later, he returned while holding Chand. That morning, the Indian crossbreed man looked charming with a blue shirt and black material pants, making Granny Sri so stunned.

Hanum was also stunned, to the point that he was wrong to feed his eldest son. The spoon that should go into the mouth, even stray into the eyes. “Maa, sakiit!” yelled Farras sonorous.

“Jeez, what are you doing, Num?” reprimanded Arya who got the part to feed Aydin, his youngest son.

“Already, Om,” replied Chand politely.

“Breakfast again,” invite Grandma Sri while patting the surface of the empty chair next to her.

“Wah, the more difficult this,” muttered Gendhis. “Last night angry with Chand, now turned flirtatious. Granny labile, ih,” he said.

“Dhis,” hardik Susena while glaring.

“We're saying it now, Chand,” Gendhis voice is a little loud, as the situation gets more uncontrollable. Hanum's two sons fight each other, while Arya is busy breaking up. Sri's grandmother smiled to herself and Hanum unceasingly glared at Chand.

Gendhis immediately dragged Chand's arm and led him to the front yard. Without waiting for Chand to open the car door, he had already entered and sat comfortably.

“Family happy,” said Chand with a big smile.

“Family noisy,” errat Gendhis while putting on a seat belt. His activities come to a halt when he finds Chand looking meaningfully at him.

“No kiss good morning?” chand asked with seductive eyes.

“Neither, later,” by Gendhis. “Come, leave,” he said excited.

“Tumben, stingy,” grumbled Chand. “You forgot yes, last night we ...”

“Stop!” cut Genthis. He then kissed Chand's lips briefly and returned to his original position.

“Lack, Dhis,” Chand looks at him expectantly.

“Udah, enough,” reject Gendhis while wasting face. It was hard for him to tell Chand the truth, that last night he dreamed of Manggala, instead of that handsome widower next to him.

“You are labile as well apparently, yes. Kayak Granny Sri,” chirps Chand.

Gendhis looked at him. His mouth opened to say something. But none of the words came out.

“Kiss last night ... can't make you forget Manggala huh, Dhis?” chand seemed to know what was in the girl's mind. “You feel guilty about her?” guess again.

“A-I ...” Gendhis stammered, then looked down.

“Already, it's okay. I will not force you. Do whatever you think is comfortable and make you happy,” said Chand slowly.

“Chand ...” Gendhis looked at meu at Chand. A look of pity was fixed on the beautiful widower before him. “Sorry, but ..”

Gendhis is in trouble. Between the weight of releasing the image of Manggala, or repeat the sweet scene with Chand last night. He had to admit, that his heart was pounding, every time Chand touched it. However, the shadow of failure and deep heartbreak continued to haunt Gendhis.

“We're leaving now, yes. Day rush,” said Chand who awakened the daydreams of Gendhis. As clever as Chand hides his disappointment, it is still clearly visible from his moody look.

“Chand,” hand Gendhis outstretched, stopping the man who was about to start the car.

“What's up?” ask Chand gently.

“Do you think we're not too fast? Like you said yesterday?” Gendhis bit his lips, waiting for Chand's next reaction.

“Too long a relationship also does not guarantee a relationship to be lasting, Dhis,” sahut Chand sage.

“I ...” It was almost as if Gendhis had revealed all the uneg-unegs he had in his heart, when suddenly the window glass next to him was knocked from the outside by someone.