When Talak Has Spoken
Chapter 56 Sigit's Attention
An incoming picture message was marked by the vibrating of the phone on Ajeng's desk as he had just placed it.
“Ngapain marriage far away to Makassar ... “ chat Sigit accompanied by a photo that shows a man shaking hands in all-white clothes.
Deg ....
Ajeng's eyes rounded when he saw the man he was waiting for was reportedly in the frame with a face that looked serious was in a condition to pronounce the pledge of ijab.
He did not know what to say, but Hilman's face was clearly displayed shaking hands with a person he believed to be a penghulu so real on the screen of his phone.
“Ya Allah ... let alone this?” muttered Ajeng lirih.
I don't think he believed what he saw. How could a man who had just tied himself up with a ring now coiled in his fingers have carved a sacred promise with a woman he did not know.
He looked closely at the clock on the picture Sigit sent. It says 10.00 Wita. He glanced at the clock on his wrist which showed it at 09:00 Wib.
Ajeng's heart beat speeding. How could Hilman have done the marriage while they had promised to start together in the near future.
He doesn't know what to say. His mind was dead-end for a moment. His eyes pushyly looked at Hilman's face on the phone he was holding. He had to search for the truth of the image Sigit had sent.
He quickly called Hilman's number. He does not want to be swayed with uncertainty. Moments passed, his video call unanswered. But Ajeng continuously repeated calling numbers that until now still have not answered his call.
Ajeng did not despair, he continued to contact Hilman's cell phone. His mind grew increasingly uneasy, as there was no news from him yet. Free he took out some report books from the cafe restaurant employee to check, if his mind is in a state of chaos.
His call was answered this time. With a thumping feeling Ajeng looked at the face that was on the phone screen.
“Sorry, my husband is busy ... “ a beautiful woman wearing a white dress complete with a tiger on her head speaks to Ajeng with a look of dislike.
Ajeng. Her lips were locked, not a word came out of her lips.
“Please do not contact my husband again... “ that beautiful woman immediately turned off her phone connection.
“Astagfirullahaladjim .... “ Ajeng murmured in heart.
He pressed his chest which suddenly felt pain. Just now he began to knit desperately to crochet the future he would live, suddenly the news from Sigit and the reality he received just now made him unable to breathe properly.
The incoming call from Sigit made Ajeng instantly awaken from the turmoil of his heart.
“Assalamu’alaikum .... “ Ajeng replied vc-an Sigit weakly.
“Jeng, are you okay?” the tone of worry was so obvious when Sigit saw the woman who had been his subordinate.
“Iya sir,” lirih Ajeng almost inaudible.
“I'm sorry, the photo was sent Andro my friend who was in Makassar ..” Sigit's voice sounded annoyed.
“It's okay sir. Thank you,” Ajeng replied lethargicly.
“The woman whom Hilman married was his puppet,” Sigit's voice was heard with his breath.
“Means I have not been a match with him,” sela Ajeng fast.
He did not want Sigit to pity what he was facing at the moment. He was used to being disappointed and treating his wounds alone. Tears have become her friend in life.
Sigit call changed to video. Actually Ajeng was reluctant to divert, but he appreciated the attention given by his former superior.
A look of empathy is seen when Ajeng looks at the screen of the phone that shows the face of Sigit who looks at him closely.
“Sad very sir?” can't stand Ajeng directly saying what he has in mind.
Sigit shrugged his shoulders without saying anything. Although Ajeng tried to be cheerful, but undeniably, cloudy still adorned his face.
“If I could turn your sorrows into happy ones .... “
Sigit did not feel spoken slowly making Ajeng frown on the words that came out of his lips.
“Bapak what's si ... ?”
“I'm serious Jeng,” finally Sigit directly revealed what he kept in his heart.
It was only six months that they worked one roof. As long as they were one team, many of the pluses he saw from his senior teller. Ajeng performance and a pleasant personality are drawn from his daily life, making Sigit find a figure that meets the criteria to be a companion.
But alas, such a perfect woman in his eyes had a well-established life. If Ajeng were still alone, he would fight to get it to be his companion.
“Candaan father is not funny,” Ajeng is still relaxed with the word Sigit.
“How else do I convince you?”
Hearing the subtle rejection that Ajeng said did not make Sigit discouraged. He knew it would take time to convince this woman.
“No need sir. More convenient yourself.”
He only shook his head with Ajeng's response to the feelings he had expressed. Seeing the smile that rose on Ajeng's face made him feel relieved. At the very least he had reduced the sadness on the sweet face that he greatly admired and would fight for in the future.
“Thank God,” Sigit finally returned Ajeng's smile that was so shady and soothing.
He will wait for Ajeng's readiness to begin to open his heart again. And he hopes, hopefully he can make Ajeng think about the future where there is himself who will be members.
“Thank you for your attention sir,” Ajeng directly turn off the phone.
He wanted to calm his mind before talking to Dimas. He doesn't care about the opinions of others. And no less important he had to discuss everything with Hilman the main actor.
.....
Ajeng just finished complaining about life problems that he felt enough to seize his thoughts to the Khalik in the silence of the night. Tranquility infiltrates his deepest heart.
He was ready to discuss the problems he faced with Dimas. His sister must know that their relationship is not okay, it can even end at any time.
“What did you call me?” Dimas approached Ajeng who had been waiting for him since 20 minutes ago in their living room.
He just got home from school. Fortunately, the learning activity was not full, because he had stepped on the final class at SMK.
“There are important things you want to talk about,” said Ajeng while sighing slowly.
“What is this related to mas Hilman?” Dimas immediately guessed who replied Ajeng's nod.
“Mas Hilman has contacted?” dimas's question was back.
“Not yet,” Ajeng replied while shrugging.
“Then what do you want to tell me?” Dimas looked closely at his sister who now looked glum.
“Maybe me and Hilman mas are not yet a mate ... “ lirih Ajeng is almost inaudible.
“Is there anything else you want to say?”
Ajeng immediately opened the phone and showed a photo that Sigit had sent three days ago.
Dimas' eyes immediately rounded as soon as he saw the picture on Ajeng's phone. Face stiffened.
“Do not just edit people who do not like the relationship mbak and mas Hilman .... “ Dimas tried to deny what he saw.
“This is true. Mr. Sigit who has clarified it,” replied Ajeng seriously.
“This can not be left,” Dimas clenched fingers full of emotion.
He did not accept if Hilman only toyed with his brother. Just once Ajeng felt the failure of the household, he would not let anyone hurt the closest people he loved so much.
“I'll hold the answer accountable!” firm Dimas.
“No need!” cut the fast.
“This can't be left!” firm Dimas fiery.
“Mbak no pa-pa,” Ajeng tried to calm Dimas, “Better fail at the beginning than already made .... “
Dimas was silent to hear Ajeng's words which were indeed a lot of truth. He looked at his sister who was so steadfast in living the problems of life that until now still vague in finding true happiness.
“Lantas what will I do?” finally, the volume of Dimas's voice that had risen instantly was normal.
“Of course you will ask for an explanation mas Hilman,” Ajeng said with confidence.
He will not blame everything that has happened. Of course there is a cause and effect for all the events that have happened. And he was very sure that all had become the decree of the Almighty.
***Pardon author ya vent dikit\, maybe some are disappointed with the continuation of the story Ajeng and Bhishma. Because when the author starts nulis\, it's been too dear ending. Although it is in process but it has been framed finally. So if anyone does not like his story, please understand. Sweetheart always to the reader all .... ***
