When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 65 Getting used to Itself

Ajeng stepped calmly leaving Hilman still busy fighting with his own thoughts. He did not want to be stuck with Hilman's attitude that could not be firm in addressing their relationship.

Wherever he may let the man who has become his priest prioritize others even in the name of humanity. And he thought maturely. Taking off Hilman was the best thing he could do before they were trapped in a household that had no peace from involving the other party in it.

He should think long-term about having a serious relationship to start over. This was not his first experience. He was already full of sad experiences about the home life he was fighting for himself.

If he himself can be happy, why should he pester the mind with a relationship that only brings sadness?

He is happy with Lala and Dimas. Working with people, and working for others is more beneficial for him and those who work with him.

His shoulders and legs are still strong to step up and shoulder all the problems he has faced lately. He was sure that God was with him and accepted all the paths he had taken up to this day.

Meanwhile, Hilman was still staring at the jewel ring he once gave as a fastener and became a mood support in stepping to the future. But now everything he dreamed of has been shattered like a withered flower before it develops.

He regretted all the decisions he had made by himself without asking anyone for consideration, especially Ajeng, the woman he managed to tie to step together, but has now taken his own path.

Not feeling a drop of Hilman's tears. For the second time he had a failure in a heart problem. But this was not the fault of Ajeng, only he was too hasty to step up and consider trivial his decision he made.

“Sorry sir, Miss Dewi and non Hilda just called waiting for dad,” Kardi the driver now appears in front of Hilman by showing his phone when he said.

Without answering Kardi, she reluctantly got up from her seat. Earlier he quickly grabbed the ring that was still lying on the table where he was at the moment and put it in his pants pocket.

Ajeng was stuck in the car that would take him to visit Asih who had contacted him a few minutes ago.

There was indeed a pain that slipped in the recesses of his heart. But he was sure, all this was part of the destiny that God had laid out for him. He just lived all the decisions that became his way of life.

He took a deep breath filling the cavity and then let out slowly, hoping that the burden that stifled his chest went with the breath that had melted in the air.

He asked his driver to speed up the car because a call from Asih appeared on his phone again. Ajeng no want to answer the call, because their car has entered the yard of Asih shady house.

“Assalamu’alaikum ..” Ajeng immediately said his greetings as soon as he arrived at the Asih residence.

He saw a beautiful and fashionable woman with her partner sitting with Asih in a spacious living room. Both look good and charming.

“Wa’alaikumussalam .. “ all those who are in the room in unison answer his greetings.

“This is the owner of the shophouse that I have told you about,” Asih said slowly as he approached Ajeng and took him to meet the two guests who had been waiting for him since the beginning.

Ajeng smiled kindly to face the two who wanted to cooperate in the rental of his shop that was still empty.

“Mbak Ajeng, introduce me Indira and my husband Haris .... “ Indira directly extended her hand to Ajeng.

The two shook hands tightly while making small talk to make the atmosphere more familiar. Ajeng only nodded his head at a glance when his gaze met with Haris who was a surgeon.

Luck is on his side right now. The dowry he used, as well as some to buy vacant land in areas adjacent to school and office areas are now starting to reap the rewards.

Indeed Ajeng had felt the fall wake up when pioneering a business. He also tried his luck in the fashion world by opening a boutique and serving online sales while still a bank employee.

But because he trusted too much the person recommended by his office friend Juwita, who has now also resigned because he was in debt,  finally he had to bite his finger with a failure of business in the fashion business with the disappearance of Arma right hand Juwita.

Now Ajeng convinced himself, that he was not suitable for fashion business. The field is indeed processing snacks and services that are now growing.

“So how about Ajeng?” indira's friendly voice made Ajeng turn his gaze to her.

“Bu Dira can see the location directly,” Ajeng answers directly Indira questions, “There may be some who want to change, or there is something to add we can try ..”.

“Call mebak Dira aja, kesannya feel old so .. “ Indira said with a smile.

“Alright,” Ajeng nodded his head in reply to Indira's smile.

Indira looked at her husband who was receiving the phone call until Haris finally sat down with them again.

Haris nodded quickly. He let his wife hold his hand in front of the two women who were walking behind them.

“We are one car?” Indira turned her body when she arrived at the Asih home page and stood beside her car.

“No need to mbak,” cut Ajeng fast, “Mbak Asih follow me aja.”

Ajeng and Asih immediately entered the car to walk first. The two talked to each other lightly in the car that Wandi drove. Ajeng chose it because of its high mobility in managing MSMEs to take him anywhere.

With the rhythm of his work, he could not interfere with Mr. Husni who he was assigned to deliver the art that works at his home.

“Her husband mbak Dira is quiet yes. But it seems loveaa ..banget same wife..” Asih said casually.

“Of course mbak. It seems that they are a new couple,” Ajeng justifies the Asih words.

“Anda mas Hendra seromantis it .... “ Asih said slowly to make Ajeng smile.

“Bontot is four, how about romantic-romantic mo...”.

Asih immediately smiled to hear Ajeng's words that were true. The density of managing the business that Ajeng had on her husband made Hendra rarely at home.

But she is very grateful to have a husband who is not much in style and is responsible not only to her, but also to their two-sided family.

“How to mbak and mas Hilman?” finally the question came out of his lips as well.

He could not eliminate the curiosity of the episode of the story of Hilman and Ajeng are still hanging.

“Nyaman himself mbak,” tukas Ajeng fast.

“Jadi .... ?”

“Mas Hilman has chosen his own path. Can't I be an actor in his household?”

“But mba Ajeng fiancee mas Hilman. Mbak Dewi is only masalalu,” Asih felt disappointed to hear Ajeng's answer.

From the beginning she did not like the Goddess and all her arrogance and arrogance after becoming Ridwan's wife.

“Already mba Asih,” Ajeng directly cut the Asih speech, “I'm calmer now. No need to be complicated and force myself to something I do not like. Please don't ever discuss this issue again.”

Asih was instantly silent. He saw Ajeng who now looked serious. There was no more smile on his face. He also chose to lean into the car seat.

As soon as the car Wandi drove into the yard, behind him followed Indira and her husband Haris who had now come out of their car.

“Wah, the place is convenient Which .. adem .... “ Indira stretches both hands enjoying the beautiful atmosphere on the home page of Ajeng is very spacious.

Haris nodded his head approving of what his wife said. He feels comfortable in the environment he is in right now.

The two followed Ajeng's steps walking down the complex of shophouses they would see.  Along the way Indira commented on some of the shophouses that had been filled.

There are those who sell office supplies, women's accessories and boutiques, some even sell souvenirs typical of Malang.

“All of these have mbak Ajeng?” Indira asked Ajeng who was walking side by side with Asih.

He knows a little about the ownership of shophouses throughout the area to the SMK complex and existing offices.

“I am only the manager mbak,” replied Ajeng low.

Indira looked at her husband in confusion. Though before the arrival of Ajeng earlier, Asih had told me a lot about the ownership of shophouses as many as 20 doors along the complex was Ajeng's.

Haris just smiled hearing Ajeng's reply. He nodded his head at his wife not to comment further. He was also amazed by the simplicity of the shop owner who now walks with his wife.