When Talak Has Spoken
Chapter 38 Continuing the Plan
Bhishma's eyes cannot be closed, even though his body has collapsed in the contest. Given Deby's behavior with a foreign man while at the restaurant earlier, Bisma's disgust was present.
How could he start a new life with a cheap woman who in his brain only thinks of pleasure and matter?
What will be his offspring if he has a mother who has no honor at all?
Bisma shook her head realizing that Deby had not changed as he had said this afternoon in the car. How could he so easily be fooled by the female orgasmic with such a closed appearance. It looks like a fairy, but it behaves like a shameless female fox.
He felt lost face, if one day mama and Mayang knew who really Deby, who he praised as the best woman who would accompany him until his old age.
Back Ajeng's shadow with Hilman and the familiarity seen with his parents make jealousy again present in the mind of Bhishma. If only he was not selfish by allowing his heart to be tempted for a moment, of course, he is now with his small family enjoying the warmth and sharing happiness together.
Intimacy that occurs between him and Ajeng without involving his special feelings back to play in the corner of his eyes. He is truly an ungrateful man.
From the beginning he agreed to be betrothed to Ajeng. Good looking appearance, even almost perfect makes him not refuse to immediately build a household with the choice of his mother.
How he was numb, did not involve the heart in the marriage relationship that occurred to get a daughter. Ajeng's aggressiveness in stimulating himself until an intimate relationship made him miss everything.
In the darkness of the night lightning began to strike with rain falling like a flood, making Bhishma continue to remember all Ajeng's treatment of him. He wanted everything, even this moment.
Like a glass screen that displays scene after scene that makes Bhishma not want to move to another story. He wants everything to come true. It was not just the shadow of the past that made him regret like the present.
“Ah, Ajeng I want you ... “ sighs Bhishma in her frustration of only being able to remember everything that happened without knowing when to repeat it again.
It flips the body in the bed. The fragrance of perfume commonly used Ajeng felt piercing his sense of smell in the silence of night. Bhishma's mind is getting messed up. He squeezed his head with a raging mind.
The cold air pierced into the joints when Bhishma opened the door of the boarding house where he was.. Because his reluctant eyes closed brought Bisma out and sat on the deserted veranda of the hostel because the residents were already asleep in the arms of the night.
Meanwhile, at Ajeng's residence, he had just changed clothes after fulfilling Hilman's invitation and his parents. He felt touched by the hospitality of both Hilman's parents. His longing for parents who have long gone seemed to be treated with the presence of aunt Yenni and Om Yusuf.
“Mbak saw Mas Bisma?” dimas's question stopped Ajeng's activities who were cleaning up Barbie Lala's scattered toys.
Ajeng nodded at a glance. From the VIP room of the restaurant where he was, he could see all the guests who came.
He has strengthened his heart not to look back. Ajeng is very understanding of the attitude shown by women who are with Bhishma. The sparkle of happiness he could see from the beautiful face of the woman.
He is ready to start, even if not in the near future. The meeting with both of Hilman's parents made his mind more open. It cannot be forever alone.
What else with the status of the widow he looked at, made people look one eye at him. Women are mostly mistresses, worried that their husbands will be tempted.
“What mbak receive if mas Bisma want to refer back?” dimas's question made Ajeng directly look at his sister's face.
“Ha?” Ajeng frowned unconvinced by the question that Dimas asked, “Where did you make such a conclusion?”
“Buktinya bisma mas already this month almost 3 times a day eat here. What's the name try, if you don't want to reverse.... “
“Heh!” Ajeng smiled cynically, “She just wants to see, whether the female matre dredger money is still crazy treasure.”
“Kok mbak negative thingking that anyway? I see that Bisma is sincere. And he was the ideal father figure for Lala,” Dimas trying to refute Ajeng's words.
“Dek, he it's just a manifesto. Let's look at the man in charge. Naturally, he's Lala's father,” Ajeng still maintains his argument, “Try you think and remember, since Lala was a scourge, until now almost two years if he was this close to Lala. No khan?”
Dimas scratching his head that does not itch, “Iya anyway. But looking at his attitude now, I'm sure there's something planned bisma.”
“Mbak doesn't care,” cut Ajeng fast, “Let's go see Lala, just say so that our divorce process is taken care of immediately. Look at the woman with him. That's what he is proud of and predicted to be his ideal companion.”
“Mbak jealous?” pancing Dimas curious to see Ajeng who began to carry emotions.
“Pantes aja mbak nerima dinner offer Pak Hilman. Means sius nie .. ?” gelak Dimas instantly.
“Mulutmu is not deaf,” upset Ajeng because it continues to be teased Dimas, “Udah malem, tomorrow many work.”
“Ah mbak-fr. Tomorrow is Saturday, rest is it?” pinta Dimas.
“There is no rest. Tomorrow go with Hilman mas to pay for the catfish land that can go to yesterday.”
“Ya deh .. “ Dimas finally relented.
How he wants to refuse, if the work is good and does not disappoint the new trail bike that he had long dreamed would soon be his.. And he knew, he never broke a promise. Although all is in process, but he does not want to disappoint the only sister he has.
Actually Dimas was disappointed when he heard the farewell that happened between Ajeng and Bhishma. His sister-in-law in his eyes was the perfect man he knew. Soaring posture, strapping, pleasing face, well-established work and no less important are the descendants of people.
Not much is known about the cause of her brother's separation. The type of woman who does not want to raise personal problems. As Dimas knew, they were both just different principles.
Since Ajeng and Bisma's marriage nearly three years ago, Dimas has remained with Lek Yati and lek Tarjo, his late father's cousins who are in the village.
She wants to be independent and not live with her brother who has sufficed for marrying an established man. Moreover, he saw that Bisma was also a closed type, perfectionist and did not like the crowd.
During the marriage is still being built, it can be calculated by finger communication that occurs between Dimas and Bhishma. Ajeng had also warned him not to be too familiar with Bhishma who always looked down on people who were not at their level.
“Morning Dim ... “ baritone sounds surprised Dimas who was doing cleaning activities with his classmate Wawan while pulling grass around the park beside their residence.
“Mas Bisma .... “ Dimas was surprised to see the man they were talking about last night now present in front of him.
“Dim, I moved there ... “ Wawan said while pointing at the parking lot Dimas replied with a nod.
He looked at Bhishma while frowning. It appears that Bisma is still wearing cloth pants and a donker blue t-shirt that she wore last night.
Sayup-sayup sound reggea music from beside where the two are currently. The bisma looked at the small door that was a link to the room she heard the increasingly rancid sound of music.
“Mana Lala?” bisma asked for a moment without taking her eyes off the tightly closed door.
“Custom, Saturday morning gini join the bundle of gymnastics on the side page with his partner mbak Ajeng.”
“I want to meet Lala,” without permission with Dimas, Bhishma directly steps towards the small unlocked door.
“Mas .... “ Dimas tried to resist the hasty but unsuccessful steps of Bisma.
The bisma quickly slipped behind the door. His desire to meet Lala was only his alibi to see Ajeng's face that was so tormenting to him all night.
“Atu, wa, iga .. “ Lala's ken voice dominates Zumba gymnastics followed by Ajeng and Ina and Resta.
Bhishma's eyes were fixed on a young athletic man who became his third instructor. He saw Ajeng who uses a training press body with oversize shirts covering his body that is increasingly proportional.
Gluey! Bisma gulps.
“What else is this... “ his inner more vulnerable to see the beautiful scenery that became his breakfast in the morning is very bright.
“Yayah ... “ saw Bhishma standing upright near the door, Lala who was just circling around Ajeng and her friends immediately called and approached her.
Ajeng was surprised to see the existence of Bisma in his family's private area. His eyes looked at the cynical Bisma. He did not know what the man did that made his mood immediately down. Finally he stopped following the movement of gymnastics that had entered the final session.
