When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 50 The Regret of Bisma

The bisma still sits alone on the terrace. He had just spoken to Dimas who had now returned to school to continue his duties of helping other colleagues.

He tried to get closer to Dimas, and asked other spare change so that his former sister-in-law was sticky like Lala. But like Ajeng, Dimas has never demanded anything from himself who has now become a former brother-in-law.

Dimas only thanked him when he offered all the facilities that Ajeng's younger brother did not have.

Now Bhishma increasingly realized that it was not only Ajeng who made the fortress that he could not penetrate. The dimas are the same. There was no chance for him to draw more sympathy on the now-adult man of responsibility.

“Does anyone want you to talk to me?” bisma asked softly when Ajeng was already sitting on his side chair.

There is a small table that becomes a barrier between the two, so that the distance stretched can not make Bhishma look at the face of ayu who is now always accompanying him in the arms of the night.

“Hm,” Ajeng is just a small kiss.

Frankly, instead of being happy he heard the nickname of the Bisma. In fact, he was getting fed up, and wanted to munt*h directly on the handsome pretentious face.

His gaze looked at the blooming rose, adding to the bright morning by noon.  But not as bright as his heart is still struggling, on the charge of Deby, a future woman who will become a mother, continued his daughter.

He still sorted out the right words to express all the vexation that was still lodged in his brain when he saw the sinless face of Bhishma who looked at him with a spotlight I don't know …

Ajeng refused to interpret it. Such was his current unwillingness to see the face of Bhishma. I want it to be claws. His hair he pinched, then his head he hanta* to the wall.

“Wuidiw ...” Ajeng so shook his head remembering a trivial conversation in the dining room between him and Dimas.

“Mother why?” bisma's soft voice again disconnected the bad thoughts that were playing with her mind.

“What is our divorce deed already there?” flatly Ajeng immediately asked him while looking at Bhishma at a glance.

The spontaneous question Ajeng suddenly made Bisma surprised, especially Ajeng immediately disconnected his gaze by throwing his face back into the park.

How could Ajeng ask things that are now not his priority. His wish was only to return and be together repeating from the beginning. His love has grown, and is blossoming more and more every day.

He hopes everything can go the way he wants. With his closeness to Lala, Ajeng will start to open up and eventually re-open his heart to her.

“I will not take care of our divorce. My only wish is to return with mother and Lala,” replied Bisma instantly.

Ajeng snorted at the reply of Bhishma. He could not believe what Dimas said the other day to be real.

“Huh,” Ajeng smiled cynically, “Not wrong?”

Bhishma sees the cynical attitude Ajeng displays when responding to his desire to get back together.

“I'm serious to refer to mother,” Bhishma said expectantly, “This is for the sake of Lala's growth and development. I don't want him to lack the affection of both of us.”

“Hm …. “ Ajeng snorted while throwing his face away from the gaze of Bhishma that was so attached to him.

“Who said Lala lacks affection?” Ajeng asked lightly, “Today Lala is fine.”

“Jeng, try to think about it from the psychological point of view of Lala …. “ Bhishma tries to give understanding to Ajeng.

“Sorry,” Ajeng looked at Bisma with a sharp highlight, “Over time we have gotten used to both. I wouldn't limit her whenever Lala's father comes to visit. Go ahead.  Home door always open ...”

Bisma shook her head at Ajeng's stubbornness in response to her good intentions of getting back together. He has to admit everything he feels. Wishing Ajeng still had a speck of love that he had seen in his eyes while still together.

“Jeng ... “ Bhishma looked fixedly at the eyes of the woman who had given him a child, and still looked at him with a sharp highlight, “I apologize for all my past deeds ..”.

Ajeng quickly melengos.  The wound was bleeding again. As powerful as he tried to hold back the tears that wanted to slide freely. It is impossible for him to show his weak side in front of Bhishma, the heartless man who became his priest.

Every memory of the past, at that time also his feelings like being squeezed. She is like a woman who has no self-respect. He did not want to go back to that time.

Hearing Ajeng's weak voice made Bisma excited. He is sure to be able to change the harshness of the attitude shown by Ajeng like the beginning of their marriage.

“You were right,” Bhishma still said in such a gentle and soothing tone.

He hoped Ajeng would soften his heart to accept himself back. And he will reveal everything he has felt since Ajeng and Lala's departure from their magnificent residence.

Ajeng tried to observe the words of Bisma. Their whole life together, never the tone of Bhishma so slow with the word that continues to try to persuade him even impressed seduce.

“We are not worth it,” firmly Ajeng, “Well The descent of people is. I am just a female. Keep your mind back together. I think getting back together was just a waste for her dad Lala.”

The words ‘sanjungan’ that he heard this morning are now dancing in his head. And he will confirm everything in the presence of Bhishma.

“How can you say such a petty?” Bisma was surprised to hear Ajeng's reason for rejecting his referral intention, “I and mama never thought like that.”

“Maybe her father Lala has never been as petty-minded as I said. But I admit it is true,” Ajeng said straightforwardly.

“We have Lala. Keep negative thoughts that only make mother tormented,” Bhishma trying to persuade Ajeng who each kekeuh with his words.

“I'm a village woman, matre again. Even having memorized the property of in-laws and husbands,” Ajeng said slowly as if to himself, “That was indeed the truest thing I ever did.”

“Jeng …. “ Bisma gasps over everything Ajeng says.

“And don't forget, I am a drama queen ...”

He did not expect that he had ever accused and confided in Deby that everything was known to Ajeng without any one being missed.

“There is nothing I can be proud of about myself. So what can Lala's father expect from this matre village woman?” Ajeng's tears instantly slid uncontrollably after revealing everything he held in his chest.

He patted his chest which felt tight. His fingers were no longer able to wipe away the tears that had flowed into the river.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry …. “ Bhishma is powerless to see Ajeng who cries sobbing.

He crouched down in front of Ajeng who was still pressing his chest which was painful to endure the pain of a run aground marriage plus the accusations that have been leveled by women of choice Bhishma.

“Do not approach,” Ajeng hold the hand of Bhishma who wants to reach both hands.

He is now at the lowest position of his life. How not, he who has treated the wounds of the cold attitude of the husband, is now faced with a very outrageous accusation that is none other than the woman who claimed to be close to her ex-husband.

The tears of Bhishma unconsciously trickled into hearing all Ajeng's words. He really regretted ever expressing disappointment at the attitude of Ajeng who in his eyes was so loyal and liked to waste money.

Deby, the woman he thought was better than his mother's chosen wife, was nothing more than a sheep-haired ferret.

But now he knew for sure, where the money he had spent during their unhealthy marriage. And he is very proud that Ajeng has managed their finances very well and wisely.

After being able to control his emotions that had exploded, Ajeng was now silent. His tears stopped flowing. He left his eyes and nose red and swollen.

Bisma was still crouching in front of Ajeng with such a deep sense of regret. He won't let Deby drop Ajeng's self-esteem any deeper. He will protect her from this moment on.

“Father Lala go home,” drive Ajeng slowly, “I don't want to meet for a while.”

Bhishma rose and looked closely at Ajeng. There was a great pain in his heart tore at the condition of Ajeng who was so hurt over all the words that had ever thrown from his lips.

“Alright, I go home ... “ with the flagrant Bisma leave the Ajeng residence.

He knows how deep the wounds caused by his actions and words.  He was not sure whether time could heal all the pain he had inflicted on the heart of the woman whose name was now being scratched deep in his heart.

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