When Talak Has Spoken
Chapter 54 The Love Letter of the Wound
When Ibnu had left the yard, Ajeng immediately rose to clear the map containing certificates and correspondence to manage their divorce proceedings. His eyes were pounded on a piece of letter that had fallen on the sidelines of the thick file that was still in his hands.
Ajeng grabbed the paper and opened it for a moment. The neat handwriting made him sit back and open it slowly.
“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh….
Jeng, I don't know where to start to reveal this to you. Too many mistakes I made in the marriage that happened between us all along.
I just realized, how dzolim and unflappable my attitude as a priest who should be able to protect, provide affection and even comfort in our household.
I was too late to realize that you and Lala are the most important thing in my life.
I was too excited to meet and say goodbye to you. I have to admit the truth, actually I am not willing to let you off to be with any man. Because I really love you so much.
Maybe it's too late for you, but it's okay. What is certain is that you must know that my feelings are sincere even though they are meaningless.
Forgive me for not being able to take care of the disgrace of our household. Forgive me for misunderstanding and accusing you of matre and kampungungan and all the bad I ever said in a conscious and deliberate state.
I don't think it's face-to-face to meet in person and say goodbye to you.
Maybe when this letter is in your hands, I'm already across the street. I can't seem to see you with another man, even if it's all because of my stupidity.
During our wedding, I never gave you any gifts. And it is my neglect as a husband that may be for you heartless...
The matter of the certificate in your hands, it's the last gift I can give you, the best mother our little daughter has.
Thank you for being the perfect companion and for making me a priest in the household that was ever built.
I hope this little gift can be meaningful and you can take advantage of it. I believe you are the best angel that God sent me, even if my foolishness has to end in this state.
May God soften your heart to forgive this foolish and ignorant man.
And this foolish man, only able to pray from afar. May you find happiness in the marriage that you will live.
You don't have to worry, even if we split up, I will still fulfill my obligations to you and Lala. It was solely because I made amends for the mistakes I made with you.
I have taken my share, and tried to release you sincerely.
May the man be able to give the happiness of the world and the Hereafter and bring you to Jannah.
A kiss from afar for you and Lala who will forever be my darling ...”
Not feeling a drop of tears fell on Ajeng's tapered cheeks. He became carried away by the feeling of reading the hand scratches of Bisma that were so neatly arranged word for word. He did not know what to say after reading the letter that had represented the whole feeling that Bhishma revealed even though it was too late.
“Ciye, ciye ... who just read a love letter, mellow very neng?” celeukan Dimas made Ajeng hurriedly remove the remains of tears that were still welling up on his cheeks.
“You were!” Ajeng poked Dimas' body who ran away to see the annoyance on his brother's face.
He got up from the chair with a bad feeling. Should he be happy now, because the love that was once present for Bhishma has been reciprocated?
For years he waited for Bhishma's reply to the feelings he had. As her heart has recovered and wants to restart, Bhishma suddenly reveals everything she feels.
Should he jump pleasure over avenged taste? His prayer has been answered, though the wait has come to an end.
Ajeng felt smug. The letter from Bisma disturbed his mind a little. He shook his head quickly. It's all too late. So for what memory is impossible to repeat, only adds to the pain and will never end.
He will start a new life with someone who he hopes to be able to provide comfort after what he felt so far. Although not grandiose, Ajeng hopes this time he gets happiness in the second marriage that he will live.
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On board the Qanta* Singapore-London route, there were no tears in Bhishma. The weight of his heart left the people he loved. He will no longer see the agility of his little daughter who is now getting smarter in communicating and making her life bright.
Although Ajeng had closed the communication between the two of them, but with routine Bhishma always monitored him from a distance. It has treated the longing that is getting stronger binding.
He realized, soon Ajeng will start a new life with the man of his heart choice. And he began to strengthen his heart to take off a figure that began to leave a sense in his deepest heart.
He must admit, the goal of continuing education is not to achieve a higher degree that automatically raises his grade in the future. Much consideration until he decided to accept an offer to London took S3 field of government.
He knew that his closeness and Deby had been wrong from the beginning and hurt their marriage to say the words that made Ajeng go with Lala. Getting rid of Deby is not easy.
The woman he predicted as the love of life and would age together, turned out to be just an orgasm. How can he expect a devotee of lust to be a companion for life who will accompany his days of sharing his joys and sorrows, whereas he himself cannot keep his marwah as a woman?
Bhishma realized, Deby would not give up if he remained in the same agency. Deby's obsession with her made her blind his heart and eyes. Therefore with his decision this time he is sure, Deby will definitely find a replacement as soon as possible.
To return to Ajeng is not possible. The door is closed, because Ajeng will soon start a new life with the man who has given color in his life.
His desire was only one, whatever he obtained during his education in the land of King Charles solely for the happiness of his little daughter. He no longer thinks of anything else.
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Meanwhile in a luxury hotel room, Deby is done exercising the night with someone who is now getting closer to him.
“So rumors of your closeness with Mr Bisma is not a figment?” the parobaya man whose age was expected to enter the five heads was fixedly staring at him.
“True mas,” Deby rested his head on Anton Saragih's chest.
Actually he has not ‘move on’ over the departure of Bisma. But how else. It needs warmth and warmth. Moreover, Bisma has not cared about him since his desire to separate.
In Deby's shadow, it was Bhishma who gave him warmth. Although in fact Anton Saragih whose posture is very far compared to his heart dream.
The man who is also the Head of Satpol PP Malang City whose age is far above him is able to meet and satisfy all the worldly desires he wants.
Not that he did not know the lunge of Anton Saragih. One of the many office collecting ‘stapans’. Perhaps his status and Bhishma are almost the same. The office has a lot of effort.
But Bhishma is the man who ‘clean’. Therefore he tried to bind Bhishma, although in the end the man of his servant was increasingly unreachable. Now he resigned and began to play with Anton.
Anton is ready to tie her down in a serious relationship. He did not care even though Anton often snacked.
With the status of his widower who separated from his wife and two children who had married, made Anton free to choose the woman he liked. And he felt the moon fall to the moon when Deby the prima donna ASN Malang city received the honey he offered.
“Wah, it turns out you were able to conquer the cold figure of the untouchable Bhishma,” jealousy suddenly ambushed Anton's chest.
The handsome face and young age of Bhishma made him unable to resist the envy of the popularity of the man among women in the Malang city agency.
“We're just close .... “ Deby says smirk.
He has tried to provide warmth as most men want, but in fact Bhishma remains as solid as a rock. Not caught up with all the fun he offers.
From Deby's words make a sense of pleasure present on Anton's face. He pulls Deby back into his arms. Fortunately, the woman he now recognizes as a right to own never shared sweat with a man, who himself was sometimes amazed by the charisma possessed by a Bhishma.
