Hello, Ex

Chapter 22

"Astagfirullah, why don't you say it first, Sal! he said Ody was still traumatized by being taken in the car!" bu Deva's protest nagged Salma's actions, though her lips incessantly nagged she kept showing the empty room, asking Sabda to put Aundy there. "Your room hasn't been cleaned yet!" he glanced at Salma.

"Yes, no papa, ma'am! Ody was so excited when I told Panji to get married, just like the sabda leave. Because they're both our children, yes you're trying to heal Ody, ma'am." Salma explained.

"The bottle is not healing!" Cibir Bu Deva, while glancing annoyed at the Word who was laying Aundy's body on the bed.

"I'm saying yes, Sal!" lirih Sabda's.

"Where is Mas Sabda going to sleep?" salma asked curiously.

"Obviously, the place of Rendi. Calm down, I'm not far. If there's anything send wa-wa aja!" Message Word. Then say goodbye to Bu Deva. Sabda tried to be friendly, asking for the whereabouts of Mr. Arif at this time. Hearing Bu Deva's answer if the former in-law was going to the mosque, he rushed away.

Bu Deva immediately threw a suspicious look towards Salma, after the door of the room was tightly shut by the Word. It was as if a protest about the proximity of the Word to the woman. "Why do you have to say it anyway, Sal?" ma'am Deva asked, helping Salma take off her jacket.

"Huh?"

"Why should that man?"

Salma grimacing. "So she's the only one who wants to be with Salma, ma'am."

"Bas with you! A lot if you want. But it seems like only the Word that you consider a man!"

Salma smiled shyly. "But, I agree, right with Salma's choice?"

"That mother is still hurting, she's cheating, Sal! Look at his son Mr. Rudi— for sure you will like."

Salma shook her head as an act of rejection for what her mother suggested. "Honored Bu Deva, Salma is lazy to know a new guy, Mom. Wait a minute Salma wants to ask, I know Regina right? The mother's former daughter-in-law's friend who opened the salon. Didn't Bu Rembulan also tell me that his son misunderstood his wife's affair. Salma's current position is the same as Mas Raffa, Ma'am. What distinguishes us is our gender and, Salma has been married to another man."

"That means it's all your fault? Are you wrong, for making a decision? Didn't he? Is the Word not cheating? You want to talk like that, right?" guess Miss Deva.

To be honest, it is not only that that is the first consideration Salma took a solution to divorce. But if Salma recounted her in-laws' ill-treatment, surely she would increasingly reject her relationship with Sabda.

"I—iya, Mom! Salma used to be too young, easily provoked by emotions and Salma could not control Salma's passionate emotions. Especially seeing a husband with another woman!" Salma breathed a heavy breath. "Mother, please—lave a second chance huh! I'm sure Mas Sabda can take care of us."

Now it was Bu Deva's turn to take a deep breath. Opposing is free. "Mom talked about this with your father. The night before we went to sleep, I accidentally told her the presence of the Word in your life. I'm sure, for a year the Word has been confused looking for your whereabouts. Maybe thanks to his hard work he can find you and Ody." Bu Deva again silenced making Salma more curious about the results of his parents' chat decision last night.

"Then? What is your answer?" salma asked, starting to be impatient.

"Father still wants to see, the seriousness and extent of what efforts the Word makes. If your father feels satisfied enough, you may be able to get his blessing."

Salma smiled with relief. Actually the blessing of his parents was not as difficult as he imagined. The more difficult one was persuading Bu Habibah.

"If you're your own mother, what? Listen Mom! Salma wouldn't want to get married without mother's blessing."

Bu Deva smiled wryly with eyes already inundated clear cristal. "Mom can what if in fact you are very bucin with the Word. Only, if later you really refer, I want to ask the conditions to the Word so as not to place you with Habibah ma'am. Mom is traumatized by the neighbor's story, her son Miss Rosiana, cooks her divorce because her parents-in-law are too interfered. I'm gonna make a condition that you stay here or that she'll take me to work."

"Mom, Mas Sabda told Salma he was kicked out of the house. Not to be pleased with the current behavior of mas Sabda. But Salma is more loveran aja mas Sabda because his life was governed by his mother. He's missing from the match, ma'am. And made Bu Habibah angry and drove him out."

"He left his parents for you?"

Salma nodded, hesitating to be afraid of nagging. Everywhere fighting the old man was not allowed let alone mother. But, I don't know if he felt that the Word was on the right track, when he remembered the nature and character of Bu Habibah.

"Prayer, Mom. Prayer so that Salma is betrothed to the Word."

"Your basic name is! Love reaches all of it."

Their conversation paused when they heard greetings from outside the room. The same thing with Bu Deva, Mr. Arif was so shocked and happy to see the beloved daughter who did not come home for a year was in sight. The hug does not want to come off, as if two minutes are not enough to let go of the longing.

"Sir, Akung!"

The voice seized the attention of the elderly who were on the lips of the door. The beloved girl was no longer Salma, but Aundy who had just opened her eyes.

"Eh, Akung's grandson is awake! Come on, don't you want a sling?! I'm ready for a big doll for you!"

Aundy was timid, but did not undo his intention to go straight up to his Akung sling. "Kung, is that guy looking for me? What I used to do until his mom came?"

Mr. Arif is crumpled. "No, but he comes every day to—compain his bike," he said. "What class is it now?"

The sound was getting smaller in Salma's hearing. "Mom, Salma's gonna take a break. From yesterday Salma's body doesn't taste very good."

"You're not pregnant, are you, Salma?!" ask Bu Deva suspiciously.

Salma's eyes are perfectly rounded. "Salma is still sane, Mom! No, Mom! Salma is having a problem with Salma's stomach."

"Thank God you don't want to get pregnant without a husband."

"Ih, mom—no, Mom! Don't get to." Salma retorted, dropping her body onto the bed.

"Sleep, when breakfast is ready, I'll wake you up!"

"Yes." instead of closing her eyes, Salma opened her phone.

Ody's father: Salmaaaaaa

Salma: It's not clear!

Ayah Ody: Salmaaaa, I love you.

Salma: Crazy!

Ayahe Ody: Panji event with batik tomorrow.

Salma: I'm sleeping!

Ayah Ody: I can't! Eh yes mumpung us again in Semarang. I'll send you medical check-ups!

Salma: No need. If my illness is discovered, my sleep can not even calm down.

Ayahe Ody: Do not accept rejection, the day after the Panji event I take you to the Hospital.