When Talak Has Spoken
Chapter 27 What Is It Like To Miss?
Finally, the visit to Ajeng business place ended at three in the afternoon to coincide with the flow of Asar azan kumandang in front of the Nurul Huda mosque which is located 100 meters from the Ajeng residence.
“Sekalian Asar yok .. “ back Vishnu patted the shoulder of Bisma who will walk after Ibnu to his car.
“Alright,” Bhishma did not refuse and nodded his head following Vishnu's footsteps.
Seeing his superiors who turned towards the mosque which was not far from the car park of his boss, making Ibn also catch up with Bisma who has now disappeared into the mosque courtyard.
Arriving at his dinas house the clock has shown at five in the afternoon. With a reluctant feeling Bhishma opened the entire clothes covering her body to clean herself.
It's been two days since Deby called her to meet. It was clear and unequivocal that their relationship was over. But Deby continues to annoy him by sending friendly messages and photos of their togetherness while on a business trip.
Bhishma blocked the number of the woman who kept paying attention to her while in the office. Fortunately, Ibnu was reliable in handling Deby's affairs that still did not accept the decision he made.
After changing house shirts, Bisma again sat facing the laptop in his study. He opened the wa-web through his laptop while checking the work. Photos of Ibnu's posts milling around on his laptop screen.
He casually looked at the photos that came in one after another. When the photo of Ajeng who was conveying a word in his cafe appeared immediately he enlarged.
Bisma sighed. He leaned his body on the chair. The face was so beautiful in a floral hijab and a navy blue shirt. His gaze was unmoved, focusing on looking at the face of ayu that looked elegant and earthy.
A sudden silent feeling was present encompassing his heart. There was something lacking and he was feeling right now. Bisma cupped both hands to her face with a fixed gaze focused on the monitor that plastered Ajeng's face.
He has been through for months. And he so enjoyed the solitude of it by focusing on his work as a discopindag expert staff and always traveling with the head of the service to do a visit to several regions.
Deby's presence was enough to color his day and make him feel the thump he never felt before made him enjoy every second of their closeness..
He is convinced that what he experienced with Deby was a real love. The feeling he craved and has felt in his adult age.
There's nothing wrong. It all just flows. He enjoys every closeness. Deby's joy and indulgence made him a much needed man.
Deby is the type of woman that every man wants and always wants to be around. His care and tenderness in attitude, made him want to retrace the future and live an old age with him.
He never took into account how much nominal he had spent when their closeness began to intertwine. For him it is very natural to spend money to please women who make him happy..
But now ....
Draining cell phones stop bisma reverie. He grabbed a phone that was next to the laptop. Deby's name is calling. Her beautiful photo background with blushing red lips made her put back without any desire to answer her call.
Bisma shifts Ajeng's photo and finds what she wants. Seemed a picture of him holding Lala which was successfully immortalized by Ibnu. He quickly enlarged it.
The feeling of tightness again squeezed his soul. Bhishma doesn't know what happened to her. The delicate fragrance of the baby is still felt in his sense of smell. Though all this time he had never felt all that he had suddenly experienced at this moment. He closed his eyes remembering everything that had happened.
How busy Ajeng in the morning by taking care of Lala who is still a red baby and preparing his needs to go to work. To intimate relationships that they rarely do.
Without sinful feelings he often rejects Ajeng's wishes. The reason for her exhaustion from work made her number one of the most important things in their new household ties for corn.
Bhishma's eyes warmed considering all the treatment to Ajeng during the bond between the two of them. Never once was she sweet. He came home on the weekend just to fulfill his responsibilities as a head of the household.
Never did he ask the trivial things his wife did, nor did he take her out to spend time together. He considers the material he has given more than sufficient than mere pleasantries to be meaningless.
Bhishma recalled the conversation that took place between her and Mayang when she visited three months ago.
He also listened to the story of his mother who said that Ajeng had said goodbye to move to Malang with Lala. In his little heart, Bisma was disappointed, because Ajeng was not forthright in all the decisions he had taken.
Ajeng apparently covered his identity and family, so that his own co-workers did not know, that he had married one of the conglomerates in the city of Surabaya.
Her anger and ego as a husband are underrated. Ajeng did not involve himself in taking major decisions in his life.
“Sorry yes mbak, I don't know if mbak Ajeng has resigned ... “ Nurita just smiles while nodding her head when Intan speaks at a glance to her when asking for Ajeng's whereabouts.
“Gak pa-pa bu .... “ Intan smile friendly, “There are others bu?”
Nurita shook her head trying to compensate for Intan's friendly attitude that still looked at her attentively.
“Thank you for the help mbak ... “ Nurita stops and nods her head as soon as she leaves the teller table.
“Ajeng did not tell the same mama that he had resigned and left the bank,” a look of disappointment was pictured on Nurita's face when both of them were already in the car Bisma.
The jaw of the bisma hardens. Ajeng's actions had disappointed his mother. He does not accept the behavior of Ajeng.
“Or maybe he forgot to say it .... “ Nurita finally said slowly to see the tense face of Bisma, “Whatever Ajeng's decision, mama will always support her.”
He did not want the Bhishma to be more and more disliked with Ajeng. However, he did not blame all the decisions taken Ajeng. All the actions he took were the result of his own bisma.
Although now Ajeng and Lala do not live in one city, but they still routinely visit it. So Nurita did not mind Ajeng's choice.
From the tone of his mother's voice Bisma felt that his mother understood Ajeng's decision.
“Mama always defended her ... “ Bhishma's tone of voice sounded cynical when answering her mother's words.
“While Ajeng is his mother Lala. She's a good girl. Mama always loved him ... “ the soft voice of her mother made Bisma speechless.
It felt like something was scraping in the corner of his heart as his mother said that with a sad feeling.
“Which loves Lala. Her presence makes you forget her sadness over her run aground marriage.”
Bisma was silent not commenting on her mother's remarks. Remembering when entering the bank where his family entrusted their money storage, making him remember the figure of Ajeng who always appeared with a friendly and polite attitude.
He doesn't know what's going on with him right now. The sense of wanting to meet and mingle with his small family suddenly rippled through the chest cavity.
The shadow of Ajeng's face during their meeting and Lala whom he had carried this morning now filled his mind making him unable to think about anything else.
Bhishma let her phone ring nonstop. Had a glimpse that the one who contacted was Debby, making her reluctant to lift. He continued the daydreams that brought back in his time and Ajeng still lives one roof.
As the night wore on, Bhishma shook the body to the bed. He had just finished performing the Isha prayer. The food he had just ordered and came when he finished the Magrib prayer had not been touched at all. His hunger evaporated somewhere.
The aroma of home cooking that Ajeng always prepared when his presence on the weekend suddenly entered his sense of smell. Nothing special, but everything fits on the tongue and Bhishma is very memorized to the taste.
His eyes cannot be closed.
Ajeng and Lala's faces now continued to disturb his mind. Bhishma was restless, but she did not know what to do. All he knew was that his desire to meet two people who had been so close to him was strong. If you do not remember what happened between him and Ajeng, it feels like he also wants to fly to both of them just to look at their faces.
Is this pain what it feels like to endure longing?
