When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 3 Trying to Survive

Four months into their marriage remained frozen. Ajeng is still trying to reach her husband's heart. But Bhishma remained cold untouched. He ceaselessly begged the Powerful to open the heart of the husband so that their household would walk in the hallowed corridor.

The night is not too late. Ajeng has prepared himself. Two weeks her husband did not return home because he saw their tea plantation in Bandung and managed by his cousin Angga.

After the grave of the night he quickly severed. She knew her husband did not like the crowd. In their luxurious home, Ajeng does not employ art to help him everyday.

He knew, Bhishma did not want any outsiders to interfere with his activities in the house. Only periodically he called art services to clean his house from unreachable dust if Bhishma still did not return from out of town.

He put a soft fragrance and perfume on his neck and wrists. She was sure that two weeks apart would make her husband long for warmth from her.

An unfettered smile from his father's face, imagining the intimacy he would soon wade with Bhishma. To wait for the husband he saw finished eating to enter his study, Ajeng finally reached for a cell phone to overcome the boredom of waiting.

Ajeng woke up as soon as the sound of Azan echoed. It felt sideways. The bed is cold, meaning she sleeps in her study. Last night she waited, it turned out that work was more interesting for her husband than the wife who missed him so much.

Ajeng rubbed his chest. Miris ....

I don't know when he'll be able to have a marriage like this. Bhishma is like a shadow in his life. There is, but like there is no. He couldn't reach her.

When he woke up his head felt heavy. His sight felt cloudy. But Ajeng still forced himself. She had to prepare breakfast for her husband. She memorized the habits of her husband who did not like snacks outside if he was at home.

Her kind-hearted in-laws have passed on not only her wealth and branded goods but also the culinary science she possesses. So Ajeng skill in cooking 11 12 is the same as his favorite mother-in-law.

After carrying out his duty as a servant who is always grateful, Ajeng with a twitch his still throbbing head walked slowly towards the kitchen.

With all the strength he took out vegetables and two eggs that would be used for additional seafood fried rice. Shrimp and baso are available to make fried rice concoction make the aroma that makes hunger.

Bisma came out of her study with a pol* t-shirt and training pants. That is the day when you are at home. Ajeng did not dare for long look at the handsome face of her husband covered in snow.

No conversation took place during the breakfast. Ajeng had already memorized what her husband wanted. Usually finished breakfast, Bisma will go to her mother's house alone.

Tumben this time he is still at home in the chair without any desire to get up and continue his weekend routine.

“There is something I want to talk about,” Bisma baritone voice stops Ajeng activity that has put together dirty dishes for her to wash immediately, “Sit ..”

Ajeng obeyed her husband's wishes. And immediately sat down right in front of the Bhishma who was now staring at him with an unpredictable highlight.

The dining room was silent for a moment. Bisma threw away her face and sighed deeply. Without thinking negatively Ajeng smiled looking at her husband's restless face.

“Is there a problem mas?” Ajeng asked carefully.

“I want us to end this charade,” Bisma's greeting is so cold.

“The drama? Meaning?”  Ajeng did not understand what her husband said.

“This wedding is not what I expected,” said Bisma, “I am sure you are tormented with our household.”

Ajeng shook his head, trying to reject the truth that Bhishma conveyed. He didn't want to hear it and thought it was nonsense.

This four months he tried to learn and be grateful for everything he had. Even though as a wife lacks an inner living, it does not necessarily make her forget the gift that she can be in the form of property and in-laws who always support her.

“I don't want to sin more for letting the wife I should be guiding but .... “

“I'm redho with everything mas. But please, don't end this marriage,” quickly Ajeng cut off Bhishma's speech.

He was close with his father in the village and Dimas. What would be the response of the family there if she had to separate and hold the status of a widow?

“I can't live much longer. Our world is different. And I can't be the perfect husband for you either,” said Bisma.

“Mas, please.... “ Ajeng expects mercy.

She already loves her husband who until now is still cold and stiff. He doesn't want to separate.

“You will not lack even if we part,” said Bisma flat.

He was convinced by his thoughts, that Ajeng worried that his life which had been showered with luxury would end with their separation.

“Not like that .... “ Ajeng shaking his head.

He knows the contents of the head of the husband who always considers it matre because branded goods are always increasing every week.

Not Ajeng's desire for shopping, but his in-laws and Mayang often ask him to accompany him to wash his eyes on the weekend. As a good son-in-law, he always took the time to accompany the two every call came.

“I know, every woman is all the same. Don't worry about your future ...” Bisma became impatient because Ajeng rejected her wishes.

“Let me think things through ... “ ajeng.

He held tightly to the side of the table as he was about to get up from his seat.  It was the only strength she had to remain able to stand firmly in front of her husband.

Unable to continue sitting in front of the Bhishma who was so forced to separate. He is redha and sincere with all the attitude of Bhishma that remains cold.  He also believes he can still survive a marriage that is so cold without any warmth and friendly attitude to each other.

As soon as he got up, his head felt spinning. Ajeng already felt nothing more than the hurt from the Bhishma conversation that had left his heart torn apart.

“Jeng ... “ he faintly heard Nurita's voice with a gentle pat on his cheek.

His eyes felt heavy to open with his head throbbing at a hammer. He doesn't know what happened to him.

“Dek ... “ back he heard Mayang's voice.

“Let's just mom. Maybe this was a young pregnant woman until Ajeng fainted. Don't worry ... “ dr. Ergi Sihotang, SpOg who used to handle Mayang who was undergoing a pregnancy program with her husband Rudi Anggoro explained to Nurita and Mayang.

“Alhamdulillah O Allah .... “ Nurita thanked to hear the explanation dr. Ergi and hugged Mayang with a happy feeling.

The bisma who had just taken care of the administration and entered the room did not understand the look of her mother who looked happy with her lips that were constantly giving thanks.

“What happened ma?” He could not help curiosity.

“Ajeng pregnant son. Today my mother is very happy .... “ Nurita now hugs Bisma and cries in tears.

Bisma. He had just expressed his desire to part with his wife. It turns out the universe wills another.

Now Ajeng heard all the talk clearly. A sense of happiness wrapped in wounds perched in his heart. He knows God has arranged everything. Maybe this is the answer do’nya in order to survive in a new household as long as corn he lived.

“Help your mother to stay strong yes dear ... “ lirih Ajeng said while stroking her stomach which still looks flat.

She believes that the fruit of love that now resides in her womb will strengthen her to struggle in seizing her husband's heart to have a drop of love for their little family in the future.

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