When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 49 The Rage of Agen

“I ask you to stay away from Mr. Bisma,” Deby said full of threats.

“It's none of my business,” Ajeng replied lightly while shrugging.

“Is not enough you drain the treasure of my lover and his parents?” Deby grew increasingly uncontrollable looking at Ajeng's relaxed attitude that was not provoked by his words.

“Sorry it looks like miss misaddressed,” Ajeng is still relaxed with unfounded Deby accusations.

After all, what he managed was his own money. Although it is undeniable that all of them are giving Bhishma as a dowry and monthly money that he still routinely receives from the transfer of the former.

“What did you say?” Deby did not accept Ajeng's words that reversed all his words.

“Fight Deb!” The Gita keeps pumping on Deby, which is exploding.

“Basic women village,” maki Deby.

Quickly the Ajeng dodged. His chest was hot and he held back emotions over all the baseless accusations that Deby had made.

“If I am a village, but never harm sampeyan,” cetus Ajeng upset because Deby continues to block his path.

“Face sok alim. Turns out morotin results people's possessions …. “ Deby is getting.

Ajeng is more surprised by Deby's meaning that does not stop. He did not expect, behind a soft and graceful face with a closed dress turned out his mouth was only a match for issuing words that were very inappropriate. It had even dropped his pride which he had painstakingly built all this time.

Is this the real face of the woman who will be Lala's father's companion in the future? He shook his head with a cynical smile on his lips.

“You are worth it. You and him are like a glass and a lid. Clop! One frequency. You really fit in the same ark. May you two soon be paired,” Inner Ajeng resisted the still bubbling irritation in the chest due to Deby's actions that almost embarrassed him in front of the crowd.

Arriving home, another surprise was waiting. Seemed Bhishma was accompanying Lala playing in the shady spacious yard. Her little daughter was so enthusiastic about chasing the colorful little balls that were scattered on the green grass.

Ajeng emotions that began to stabilize are now rising again. He does not want to meet anyone at this time. What else is the friendly pretentious face of Bhishma who has already spread a smile from afar as soon as she gets off the car.

He sped up, not wanting to cross paths with the man who now re-injured his recently healed heart. How he was not hurt, the words of an unethical woman who claimed to be his father's girlfriend Lala had made him feel a loss of self-esteem.

From which the woman sassy to call it ‘ndeso’ and matre if not from the lips of the man she had been craving and he prayed in the third of the night.

“Mother …. “ Bhishma tried to call him and held back his steps.

But where Ajeng cares. His heart is sick. As he passed through the door, he violently struck it.

Brakk!!!

“Astagfirullahaladjim ... “ bu Isma who happened to bring coffee orders Bisma was surprised to see the attitude of Ajeng who was never rude for a lifetime he came with her.

He patted his chest. Ajeng did not care about the existence of Isma who stood sculpting. He quickly walked into the room and slammed the door as soon as he entered it.

“Yes Allah, what happened to mbak Ajeng?” ms. Isma wondered in her heart to see the attitude of Ajeng so different.

“What's bu?” Dimas who just came down from his room was surprised to hear the door slam so loud.

“Mom don't know Dim. Maybe your mbakyu again sprains ..” Ms. Isma shrugged her shoulders not understanding anything.

“Ya. Let me just ma'am. Later mbak will definitely tell me or mom,” Dimas smiled casually.

He memorized the nature of Ajeng. If he has managed to overcome the problems he faced despite any pain, then he told me. And he was already convinced of the ability of his sister in dealing with life's problems.  The only strong woman he knew.

“Please coffee sir,” bu Isma immediately offer Bisma warm coffee as soon as Bisma sits holding Lala who is soybean after this one morning playing accompanied by her father.

“Yes Allah, kind and handsome father Lala. Why did they separate, God? Is there no way for the two to return?” the inner isma in the heart.

He can see the sincerity and attention that Bhishma has been giving lately. What else the gallant man who was in front of him right now was his real father Lala. How could he not pray for the best for his employer whom he already considers like his own family.

Indeed, he knew the closeness of Ajeng and Hilman, kind men who always pay more attention to their employers. But his conscience says something else. He felt that Bhishma was the best mate for Ajeng.

“Where is Lala bu?” Bhishma could not cover the longing that he had endured since morning.

It had been two weeks since he had not visited Lala and of course his mother. Ten days of official travel made him busy with all activities until he missed a moment together for the heart and of course the bundle that he wanted to pepet until he could.

“Probably achievement sir. Earlier in the hurry to enter the room,” bu Isma said with an uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh ...” Bisma said in a disappointed tone.

His desire to let go of longing, even though only looking at the face of Ajeng who always looked at him and spoke cynically. But all of it is capable of being a medicine to imagine all the events that have ever passed together.

Now his wish is not fulfilled. The bisma breathed heavily, throwing out all that chest-stifling turmoil. He did not know when to find his way back into the arms that once provided warmth.

Dimas enjoyed a poor breakfast. The morning after dawn he had gone down to school to prepare tents that would be installed in the release activities of students of class XII.

Once done with his duties Dimas immediately went home. His stomach was rumbling to be filled. There will be teams from other classes who will install and set up tents that will be used in the activities of the next day.

Ajeng who had calmed down for a while in the room finally came out and approached Dimas who was still finishing the fried rice that had been provided by mak Sani, the art that had been with him since the beginning.

“Mbak, in front there is Mas Bisma. Not invited to breakfast?” ask Dimas for a moment.

Because he knows, the habit of Bhishma who lately likes to join the breakfast, even lunch together with the reason Lala who wants it.

“Let's aja!” ketus Ajeng's.

Dimas stared at his mother with a confused look. I don't usually judge like that. Although there is no relationship between them, but Ajeng attitude is always friendly even though it seems flat when there is a Bhishma between them.

“Mbak will still need to be with his father Lala,” Dimas tried to remind them of their conversation the other day with Hilman.

“Mbak isn't ready to talk right now. Want to eat people!” cetus Ajeng was still upset.

“Wuidiw, serem very mbakyu?” Dimas grinned to hear Ajeng's words full of annoyance.

“Yes, if necessary do not cut his body. Enter the sack, throw it under the bridge Suramadu,” firmly Ajeng again.

“I didn't interfere... But if you have to, throw it away. With terms, the new motor is according to the agreement yesterday ..” Dimas tried to mark Ajeng who was still frustrated with his frustration.

“Yes. That's certain. Don't forget, that part of the scratch. Mbak is not strong to see blood ...” said Ajeng again.

“Lha, which part would you like to eat? Said he wanted to eat people?” Dimas could not help but smile as Ajeng continued to answer his words.

“After being dumped under the bridge, which is ngarungin and mengebuang that I will eat,” Ajeng replied by staring at Dimas dongkol, feeling bullied by his sister.

“Ha ha ha ... “ sontak Dimas laughs ngakak, “So curious, who wants to be mutilated mbak?”

“Gundulmu!” Ajeng finally smiled at Dimas' laughter over the chattering of their spare change that had raised a lump of resentment in his heart.

The two eventually engaged in another light conversation. But Ajeng did not discuss the problems that upset him.

He agreed to Dimas' advice to see Bhishma and to talk about their relationship that had ended. It's time to legalize the breakup that happened. Because if the time comes to start a new life, of course the divorce deed that becomes an important document in facilitating their respective affairs.