Reunion After

Requesting Restu: Gandi

Pov: Vest

I came home with a happy heart. My feelings were conveyed and reciprocated despite the initial rejection. Now I want to start trying. Hearts melt one by one people who are against our relationship.

Widya and I agreed to keep this relationship a secret. Like teenagers who can't just date, even though our age has entered the head of four. I agree with his goal of building a marriage. God willing I will be a priest for him and also Gandi.

Gandi, Widya's only child is stubborn like her mother. Moreover, his age is still a teenager, the way of rejection is sometimes rough. It's okay, I've had a strong heart to face his attitude.

I'm asking Rania for help. Begging my nagging son to want to involve me, if he's with Gandi. Like today, the two of them were studying together at home. My work hours have ended and I have the opportunity to be close to Gandi.

They are learning mathematics. Rania pretended not to understand the material they were discussing. I'm trying to help them. It turns out that the mathematical logic is modified by a function (x).

"Hold the formula first, if p then q ..." I remember that material. Understand, I used to be involved in a smart race carefully.

I asked them to work on a problem and put the answer to me. I corrected Gandi's answer. Is correct. Widya's son is pretty smart. I try to give you more difficult level.

Ah, they're stuck on the last thing. Neither Rania nor Gandi answered correctly. I explained to them like a teacher. Mas Tasks began to mess up the closeness that had just been established.

"Well, great you are, Tom. So this is how you take Gandi's heart? Gandi, you know why om Tompi bother teaching you math? Because he wants to take your heart." Task with no sense of sin at all when saying that.

Really, if there's no kids here I'll pull his collar. Then smashed my energized hand into her smooth cheek. It's up to me to get sanctioned for daring to hit a police officer.

"meaning?" ask Gandi. I can only be silent.

"Ya om Tompi is eager to be a father. This is one of his attempts to get close to you." My job is still to reveal my efforts.

"So it taught us that it's not sincere? Any ulterior intent?" ask Gandi.

I tried to explain it slowly, "It's not so, Gan. It is sincere to teach you. Om ask not to misunderstand me first, son."

Gandi immediately put his books into his black backpack. Sister Tisha came from the kitchen, waltzed vigorously and asked us for dinner first. My nephew's best friend chose to leave. The look on his face had completely lost expression. Just look flat.

After Gandi disappeared I actually did my threat to Mas Dugas. I pulled her collar off and I was about to put my fist on her. "Don't interfere if you're not on my side, Mas!"

"I'm just helping you make your goals easier. Don't use any more tricks like this. If you really want to fight to get the blessing of Gandi, approach personally. Understand you?" The powerful task of getting rid of my grip.

"What is it you are, Pi? Love to mess up your own sister's plans, let her be happy with her choices. And I don't think the way he approached Gandi was wrong. Unless Tompi intentionally harms Widya's child! That's wrong!" Tisha's sister defended me.

I was angry and didn't care about them anymore. I choose to go home and clear this already steaming mind. The task is outrageous. Broken already my plan.

Then, how else should I approach Gandi? He will always think I'm lying. Yes, I admit that Task has a point. But, this made my image in front of Gandi destroyed.

Finished cooling my head under the shower, I stared at the edge of the bed. Thinking about fixing things that have happened. My brain can't find a way.

Widya (prospective wife) : Assalamu'alaikum, what else? Spirit, huh? Gandi told me. God willing there must be a way, Mom. Ganbattes! Love you, Darling.

A few weeks after the incident at the Task House, I decided to slightly pull back my steps. Okay, since my brother is against me, it means that my next strategy must not get caught by him. It's good that he's playing destroying something that I've neatly arranged in order.

Now I'm cycling, enough to move my body which lately is full of fatigue. I was just resting in a stall, there was an accident that happened. Do they know I'm a cop, so they can help the victim right away?

A truck breaks a tire and nudges a cyclist. After that, the truck drifted and went into the rice field. I'll call the ambulance and my men immediately. The driver suffered minor injuries, while his kernet suffered a head injury because the truck rolled to the left side first.

The cyclist is still conscious but unable to move his legs. Wait, he's still a teenager. I know that stature. Soon I'll meet him who's still grimacing by the side of the road.

"Innalallahi, Gandi! You okay, son?" manya panic. I'll make sure there are no head, arm, and chest injuries. He tried to get up, too bad his legs could not be moved.

I immediately wiped it out even though he felt annoyed. Gandi was sitting in the stall where I bought a drink. After looking at his legs, it looks like Gandi kesleo's legs.

Ambulance came and took two victims. While Gandi I follow my men's car. We're heading for the hospital.

"Om tell mama, huh?" ask me after she's finished getting treatment from a bone specialist.

Gandhi shook his head. He said that at home, someone was giving birth. He did not want to mess with his mind. See this prospective child I'm with? A few months after the incident at the hotel at that time, Gandi was increasingly changed. More concerned with his feelings.

"Okay, Om take you home." I wanted to clean it up, but he tried to get off the patient bed himself.

"No need, Gandi can go home alone on a motorcycle taxi," he replied still ketus.

Patience, Tom. I followed his wishes. When he reached the IGD exit, he tried to find the existence of something. I'm guessing it must be a cell phone. I don't know where either. Probably got hit in the accident.

I'm trying to offer you some more help, "Do you want us to take it, son? Far away you know the way forward nyari becak or motorcycle taxi."

"No, Gandi can be alone" he continued as he walked slowly away from me. Yes, I gave up. I let him limp until he finally decided to ride a pedicab.

I tried to contact Widya, afraid that later the woman would be too worried.

Me : What else?

Me: There are lahiran huh?

Me: Call when you're done.

There's no reply yet. Most likely he was still busy with his duties. When I got out of my place there was a message coming in. I'll call my future wife's number right away.

"The temple is home? Oh, no. Later if he has until you do not be surprised. He was involved in an accident. Kesleo's feet. I wanted to take her home but she refused. Rickshaw ride. His HP seemed to fall on the road. Try me checking again. Oh, okay. Bye, darling."

I immediately headed to the crash site again because neither my bike nor Gandi's was still there.