When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 53 The Passage of Bisma

“So dad will go?” that afternoon Ibn was helping Bisma beberes in the workspace that he would leave in the next month.

“True Nu,” Reply Bisma at a glance.

He talked to Mama and Mayang a week ago. Both of them were unable to resist the desire of Bhishma to continue the task of studying in the land of King Charles.

All passports and visas to stay in order to continue education have been taken care of all, just waiting for his departure which will not be long.

Because the desire to refer to Ajeng could not happen, it was time he resigned. Isn't he sad about everything? But Bhishma realized, it was a mistake that he had to pay for his past deeds and attitudes.

Remembering Mayang's words advising him not to disturb Ajeng and the life he chose for his future happiness. Frankly, Bisma does not accept the words of Mayang that approve of Ajeng and Hilman's relationship.

But how else, he no longer has the right to Ajeng. There was too much sadness that he gave.

He knows, Ajeng is very good at covering the condition of their household. Even mama and Mayang did not know, how cold attitude in the household that he built with Ajeng.

From Mayang's words that pitched satire, finally Bisma had to admit defeat. And he is ready to live the consequences of his actions and will give happiness to Ajeng by letting him choose his own life path.

“Nu, please leave this at Ajeng.” Bisma held out two files to Ibn who looked at him with a frown.

“What is this Sir?” the soul of Ibnu kepo makes it unable to cover the curiosity that is very large.

“There are two maps in it,” Bhishma said as they are, “I hope you directly give to Ajeng's hand, do not copy the others.”

Hearing the firm answer of Bisma made Ibn did not dare to continue his curiosity deeper. He believes it must be an important letter that not just anyone knows.

“Do you not want to meet mbak Ale, say ‘say goodbye’ directly?” Ibnu looked at the grim looking face of his superior.

“You are strange,” Bhishma rejected Ibnu's suggestion, even though in his little heart he wanted to meet and see Ajeng's face before his departure to London.

He wanted to peck at the face of the au and carve it deeply to accompany his solitude in the other country. Because until this second, the gaze with the highlight of the wound was still strongly reflected in his eye patch.

“At the very least, you can say hello and pray for happiness on mbak Ale who will soon end his bachelor with mas Hilman.” Ibn's lips again scratched the heart of Bhishma who had to swallow a bitter pill of bitterness about the love story he had just experienced but did not end as he wanted.

Love that he does not cultivate, even falls in the wrong place. As soon as the arrow strikes the heart, it turns out that his love has gone.

“It feels like I can't watch them sitting together in the pelaminan,” Bhishma's lips quiver when saying it, “Almost when the farmer calls Ajeng's name in front of everyone ..”.

Hearing the light of Bhishma made Ibn know, that Bhishma was not ready and was not willing to let go of Ajeng with other men. He immediately fell silent, not daring to speak anymore. Only the sound of paper accompanied the two in silence at the desk of Bhishma.

….

Ajeng was preparing breakfast when Dimas came to him on that sunny Sunday morning.

“Mbak, there is a friend of his bisma mas waiting outside,” Damar said while sipping avocado juice served at the dinner table.

“Who?” Ajeng scrunched his eel with a feeling of wonder.

Indeed he admitted, since their last conversation a month ago, he never met Bhishma again. If they come, they never meet, because Bhishma only meets Lala. There is no desire to hinder the meeting of father and son.

He is not ready to face Bisma directly, Deby's shadow with condescending words and his cruel accusations make Ajeng reluctant to meet and even talk to him.

He did not know when the time had come, which he was more comfortable not meeting at all. Hearing his name alone Ajeng lazy, let alone meet his person.

“Do not know too. Like the usual driver with mas Bisma,” Dimas said while shrugging his shoulders.

“You've just got, mbak males.” Ajeng remained busy preparing Lala's breakfast who wanted to eat sausages and chicken nuggets.

“His words are important. Can not be represented,” Dimas trying to convince Ajeng to meet his guests.

“Why it must be complicated,” Ajeng nagged in front of Dimas because his busyness became disturbed.

The second year Lala grew smarter. The food is always picky and should be of aesthetic value. He will not want to eat something that looks ordinary. Everything should be arranged in a theme.

“Mbak again what?” Dimas became curious about Ajeng who still arranges an aesthetic breakfast for Lala, “Wuidih, beautiful very menu. So want to try.”

“Hus!” Ajeng directly hit the hand of Dimas who plucked the nuggets he had stacked with quail-eyed eggs.

“Sakit mbak,” Dimas grimaced because his desire to taste the beautiful food was hindered by the sharp claws of Ajeng fingers.

“That's why you don't want to eat this. Surprised by his taste now,” Ajeng shook his head after his rice order was perfect.

“No wonder, who used to dong his father?” Dimas said casually, “It may not be his father's office, his son's taste is tiwul. What does the world say?”

The astonished king heard Dimas' words. How he forgot Lala's genes. A little bit of it will affect the growth and development of his daughter.

“Lumayan ...” Dimas quickly inserted nuggets that were still available in other containers.

He did not dare to disturb the work of Ajeng. Worried about the clamor Kala scorpion stopped by his arm which was still scarlet red.

“Mbak, spout! His guest waited a long time,” Dimas again reminded Ajeng who was still his family cleaning the stove table.

With forced Ajeng stepped out of the kitchen to walk out to meet the figure who wanted to meet him.

“Good day mbak Ale..” Ibn's smile grew as soon as he arrived in front of him who was still standing upright on the porch of the house.

“Ya to Ibn. Can I help you?” Ajeng didn't want to talk any longer.

“I want to convey the mandate of Mr. Bhisma to mbak Ale.” Ibn immediately held out a large envelope that he took out of his briefcase.

Ajeng scrunched up his eel and had not decided to accept it or not. He did not know what was in the map that looked thick.

“Please accepted mbak,” Ibn looked at him expectantly with hands still hanging in the air, “Mbak can open directly in front of me.”

After a moment of silence, Ajeng grabbed the large envelope and opened it directly in front of Ibn.

“Can I sit down mbak? I'm tired of him too ..” Ibn bluntly without feeling awkward in front of his superior wife.

However, he considers Ajeng the wife of Bhishma, because there is no paper that legalizes the separation of the two.

“Sorry to Ibn. Yes, please.” Ajeng immediately agreed to Ibnu's request who was now sitting in a lounge chair.

The eyes of Ajeng were fixated on the approval letter for divorce applications that had been signed by Bhishma. He looked back at Ibnu who was still looking at him.

“Pak Bhishma has asked me to meet with the Religious Court. He advised to give this document to mbak Ale to take care of everything,” Ibnu said in a sad tone, saying, “Father mendo’ may Ale find happiness that he never gave during the togetherness of the father and mbak Ale.”

When saying that to Ajeng, he reflected back on the grim face of Bhishma who told him the deepest contents of his heart without hiding anything. As a fellow man, Ibnu also felt the turmoil of his superiors about a relationship that would soon end with the issuance of a divorce deed.

“Thank you mas,” Ajeng smiled thinly.

It felt like something was scratched in the corner of his heart hearing Ibnu's story. But he did not want to exaggerate what was in his heart over the decision of Bhishma. Now he feels relieved. The status will be clear, and not hanging anymore. All will simplify his business in the future.

His eyes were again fixed on a map under the divorce document that had been equipped with the signature of Bhishma. He was surprised to open it. A land certificate containing several catfish ponds of very large size has now switched on its name.

“This ...?” No doubt Ajeng looked at Ibnu with a confused look.

How not, this was a surprise he had never imagined before. The bisma has given the pool of catfish that they think people have bought from out of town. Now the certificate is in his hands even possession in his name.

“Only this can be given by Mr. Bhishma to realize the desire mbak Ale to have his own catfish cultivation,” Ibn trying to explain what Bisma said to him.

Ajeng is unable to speak. Surprise after surprise is given by Bhishma after what happened between the two of them.

“Pak Bisma will leave this afternoon to London,” Ibnu continued his words, “He will continue his studies there about 3 years.”

Ajeng is just a mangosteen unable to speak. He did not know what to say to answer Ibn who kept telling him about the decision of Bhishma to leave.