When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 32 Ibn's Dejection

The paro-aged man told the story of the life he went through while raising his two children, so they could be independent and have their own business in the city of Surabaya.

Now the two do not want to return to Malang, instead they hope he and his wife to settle in Surabaya and enjoy old age without having to think about economic problems.

“How about a resto effort in front of pack?” now Hilman is looking towards the restaurant that is increasingly crowded visitors.

“That's my sister's business that now continued her son. All relics of our late parents,” pack Tejo tells a long story about the land adjoining his and his little sister.

While the restaurant business has now been managed by his nephew son of his sister.  They chose to settle in Malang and develop a restaurant business left by his parents who have now gone home.

“How much about the price to be released for all this land and pond pack?” hilman asked Tejo as soon as the old man ended his story.

“Mas and mbaknya this husband and wife yes ?” for a moment Mr. Tejo looked at the two in turn.

“It means so sir .... “ Hilman said expectantly, “Just pray this year up to pelaminan.”

For a moment his gaze was wired with Ajeng who was met with a faint smile. Hilman blinked his eyes meaningfully.

“Aamiin. May the good intentions of the mas and mbaknya Allah,” pack Tejo also agree with the wishes of Hilman.

The feeling of annoyance re-emerged in Bhishma's mind. It felt like he wanted to pull Ajeng and bring him in from the presence of the men he had no relationship with. But he has no right to do any of that. Ajeng is not who he is anymore.

“So how many pack?” now Ajeng again asked the same question to Mr. Tejo.

“Most 180 million ... “ said Tejo pack, “This is already the lowest price I offer for Hilman mas and its candidates.”

Hilman stared fixedly at Ajeng. Both of them looked long making the Bhishma who was now behind them even more unhappy.

“The plan is to dowry ya?” back to the question Mr. Tejo made Ajeng laugh.

“Wah, good suggestion sir. Thank you for the brilliant advice,” Hilman immediately gave his two thumbs up hearing the words of Mr. Tejo.

“No sir,” cut Ajeng fast, “I want to focus on working first raising my single daughter.”

He did not want any misunderstanding between Tejo's pack and the relationship between him and Hilman. Moreover, his desire to marry is not yet in the plans he made in the next two years. His focus is on making himself and his only daughter happy.

A look of disappointment appeared on Hilman's handsome face hearing Ajeng's words. But he can't do anything. He knew Ajeng was different from the women he had ever known. And it is increasingly challenging to get a woman who has her own place in her heart.

“Just pray sir, if there is a desire to re-open the heart, may I be the first person selected,” with a smile that he tries to display to cover the disappointment Hilman connect Ajeng say.

“May your soul mate mbak and his mas hastened,” pak Tejo said wisely, while inviting the two back to his halfway house which is beside a restaurant that is still crowded with visitors.

Bhishma leaves the three first with feelings that he himself finds difficult to express. His view pointed sharply around in search of Ibnu's whereabouts.

“Pak .... “Ibnu is now standing next to him, “We stopped by for lunch?”

“We go straight home,” ketus Bisma.

Gluey! Ibn gulped.

Though his stomach was already wrapped around wanting to be filled, with a throat that seemed to be burned holding back thirst. Moreover, the aroma of grilled fish from earlier has thrown away its concentration on other things. But seeing a sour face reddened as soon as Bisma opened her glasses and hat made Ibn undo his intention to say.

He doesn't know what happened to his boss. And Ibn did not dare to open his mouth. He immediately took the car away from the restaurant and returned to the office .

“Free use branded goods, if the stomach rumbling ... “ his inner lethargy.

Finally Ibnu brought the car as fast as Bisma wanted with a feeling of arrogance holding back hunger. But he did not dare to speak. Eve in the car really felt burning.

The desire to see the face of the little guy and of course his mother made Bhishma feel difficult to close his eyes at night.

The feeling of pleasure immediately perched as soon as he saw the tiny Lala had walked cheerfully in the company of Isma's mother.

“Good morning dear... “ greetings Bhishma immediately crouched in front of Lala who laughed happy to see her presence.

Without awkward, Bhishma immediately grabbed and held her.

“Sorry sir, the adenya has not taken a shower... “ bu Isma tried to hold off Bhishma who has now carried Lala and carried her walking.

“Let's just mom. Still scented too .... “ Bhishma said casually with a smile outstretched from her lips.

With an uncomfortable feeling, Isma followed her second step from behind. In his heart he was curious about the young man who had held Lala for the second time without any rejection from the boy.

“Maybe ade misses her father's affection .. “ inner bu Isma with sad feelings.

During this time he never knew who Lala's real father was, because he was only four months working with Ajeng.

He became amazed by the handsome man who now takes Lala in his carrier to enter the restaurant cafe which is still quiet because the new atmosphere at 7 hours is less.

“Unda ... “ the voice of Lala's ken stops the busy Ajeng that early morning who still helps his employees at the cashier table to check the bookkeeping cafe resto.

Ajeng was surprised to see a tall figure with Lala who was in his carriage. A sight he had never seen and was far from his shadow.

For what purpose try?

He frowned with his eyes fixed on Bisma who seemed to show off the best smile he had as the gazes of the two intertwined.

“Assalamu’alaikum mother ... “ greet Bisma relaxed by standing in front of Ajeng at the cashier table.

Somehow looking at Ajeng who is now hijab makes him unable to turn away. His face was increasingly shining and calming when looked at.

“Wa’alaikumussalam,” Ajeng replied quickly.

He turned his gaze to Isma who was standing behind Bhishma.  Seeing Bhishma's eyes focusing on her made Ajeng feel uncomfortable. His eyes returned the gaze of Bhishma sharply.

“Galak very neng,” a nosy apron Bisma accompanied by a thin smile rising on his face saw the look of annoyance from Ajeng's eyes.

“Bu Is, ade haven't had a shower. Already seven hours also .. “ saw a smile that could not be separated from the face of Bhishma made Ajeng throw away his gaze.

“Ade same mother yes ... “ bu Isma approaching and trying to reach Lala from the sling of Bisma.

“Syama yayah .... “ Lala tightly embraces Bhishma's neck and puts her face on Bhishma's chest.

Ajeng. He looked at the face of Bhishma who was looking at him fixedly. He signaled that Isma's mother would leave them.

After the departure of Isma, Ajeng approached and stood face to face with Bhishma. Without caring about the existence of Bhishma his hand grabbed Lala's tiny body.

“Honey, same mother yuk .... “

“Dak want ... “ Lala's answer by pushing her hand made Ajeng snort sharply towards Bhishma.

A smile of satisfaction rose on Bisma's face looking at Lala's behavior. He kissed the princess's cheeks with all his heart. Although not yet bathing, but the smell of baby powder is still out in the smell.

“Mandi first yuk, let it smell. Dress the princess .... “ Ajeng is still trying to persuade the insistent Lala not to escape from the sling of Bisma.