When Talak Has Spoken
Chapter 68 Plopping Water In Her Own Face Splashed Tray
He looked cynically at Ajeng as the gazes of the two were wheelbarrowed. He did not care about Hilman's invitation to sit in the row of seat number two. She wanted to display her and her husband's presence in front of the Malang city officials and the nannies of the Nur Divine ponpes.
From the personal driver Hilman, he knew that the husband had a big contribution in donating in the ponpes Nur Divine. So it is not wrong if they occupy the front seat with the invited city officials. Pride runs through his entire veins. Everyone will see, that he is the most appropriate on the side of Hilman, not the woman ‘ndeso’ who tried to take his position to be a companion man who is now increasingly shining among entrepreneurs.
Ajeng returned the Goddess' smile in a friendly manner. He does not seek enemies. Moreover, his relationship and Hilman had ended. It is not the time to regret all the destinies that God has laid down on him.
It's time he stepped forward, without being burdened with trivial affairs such as a relationship that would interfere with his activities. For him the most important thing right now is his calmness and happiness for the sake of Lala, Dimas, his extended family and the people who work with him.
“Mbak is okay?” Audina nudged her arm as they were already sitting together because the event had already started.
“Quietly, I have been used to dealing with things like this,” Ajeng replied casually.
He smiled as some of the guests greeted him politely. The rumors began to be heard when their relationship knew the run-down of the relationship he and Hilman, even seeing his former fiancee come with his wife.
“Wah, Mr. Hilman did not invite us on his happy day .. “ as well as Mr. Umar, a tobacco businessman who now sits side by side with Hilman, “Welcome yes sir and bu Hilman ....”
Dewi smiled happy to hear the words of Mr. Umar who at that time came with his colleague Deri who was also dabbling in the same world.
“Thank you sir,” Hilman is trying to answer kindly, “His way is private, so don't invite outsiders..”.
His mind was not calm, let alone knowing that the Goddess had accused Ajeng with inappropriate words. He felt ashamed and his pride fell in front of the woman who was always unpretentious in his eyes.
Hilman felt the gaze of his male colleagues was fixed on Dewi who was engrossed in playing mobile phones while smiling alone, while on the stage there was a speech from the Malang regent represented by assistant one.
“Wi .... “ Hilman nudged the arm of the Goddess who was lying in the hand of the chair beside her.
“Yes mas .... “ Dewi is still fun to reply to the chat Wirda, his old friend who has now become one of the socialites in the city of Malang.
“Please appreciate the person in front.” Hilman's face was cold as he said that.
The goddess looked around her, all focused on looking ahead. It seems he regretted coming to accompany Hilman to meet the invitation of the month of Muharam celebration in this ponpes. But if until she is not present, it could be the ‘ndeso’ woman trying to get close to her husband again.
“Huh,” with restraining annoyance she keeps the phone following her husband's straight-forward view.
He really felt proud of Hilman's position which was so well known to the officials who attended the event this time. The proof is that they smile while nodding their heads while looking at their husbands.
He turned to the right side to see the existence of Ajeng who looked serious listening to the delivery from the caretaker of the cottage ustadz Zakri. He smiled, underestimating Ajeng's presence among the invitees, whom he believed to be from the common people.
“I've restored your original position of women ‘ndeso’,” Inner Goddess with a feeling of pleasure while sharing a smile of satisfaction.
“Today we as the organizing committee feel proud of the arrival of one of the potential donors of the cottage. During this time his contribution has been countless for the benefit of the cottage and our society.” MC took a breath before continuing his speech.
A burning feeling was present in the mind of the Goddess hearing the words MC. She believes her husband is the so-called committee. Moreover, Hilman driver has told the social nature of her husband so high and his donation of some social events in the city of Malang.
“... all this time he always played behind the scenes, and there is no free time to attend activities in this cottage because of the busyness and high flight hours....” back MC voice meets ponpes hall.
Dewi felt soaring hearing the praise that MC said to the figure who has contributed a lot to the Divine Nur ponpes.
“After a successful husband, there is a wife who always supports him .... “ Dewi said confidently to the neatly flustered woman sitting beside her.
The woman simply nodded without commenting on her words, her eyes were back on her head and focused on hearing the MC's words.
“Include mom, I Dewi Utami his wife Pak Hilman,” with pride Dewi reached out to the woman who is now looking at him kindly.
“O yes, Mom. I am Nirmala from the Ministry of Religious Affairs of Malang.” The woman immediately welcomed the hand of the Goddess who had been stretched out.
“I always support whatever my husband wants. Moreover, what is done is very noble and noble .... “ Dewi continues to extend her praise and flatter her husband who feels uncomfortable for his attitude.
MC again spoke, “... Previously we as the committee apologized to the concerned, <TAG1>, because since the beginning he asked not to mention his name and present him at a very useful event today.
“Mas .... “ Goddess asked her husband to prepare for the forward.
“ ... to bu Ajeng are welcome to convey the message and impression for the younger generation who are in the cottage, the time and place are welcome .... “
Elan ....
The ears of the Goddess are like hearing a great bang when the name is called to convey the message and the impression is not the name of the husband but his sworn enemy.
“Bu, is the panorama not wrong?” The Goddess looked at the smiling Nirmala while nodding her head as Ajeng walked past her and nodded respectfully at her.
Nirmala's smile grew while shaking her head with confidence. A sense of anger erupted in the mind of the Goddess saw the woman greeting Ajeng who had now stepped onto the podium.
Hot feeling throughout the body Dewi saw ‘musinya’ who delivered a word or two according to the request of the committee to provide motivation for the next generation as well as participants and invited guests who were in the hall.
He held back the anger of seeing the unblinking gaze of Hilman sitting beside him. Now the sense of regret present rattled his mind because it was in the same place with his enemy who turned out not to be a woman carelessly.
As soon as Ajeng finished his speech, Nirmala immediately advanced to the podium with a santriwati carrying a bouquet of flowers that had been prepared for him. An echoing applause filled the hall once the bouquet had been received Ajeng.
The snob taste does not disappear from the mind of the Goddess. But he wasn't discouraged. Today he was humiliated, but the day after tomorrow he had to avenge all that was driving his anger uncontrollably at this moment.
“From now on I hope you do not disturb Ajeng,” Hilman said firmly when both are now in the car heading home.
“That woman alone who is adept keeps approaching you. Though he already knew that we were married,” Dewi tried to defend himself, “Mas did not know, he accused me of seizing you. Though it was my own choice to marry me.”
Dewi does not accept if Hilman continues to defend Ajeng. She did not want to be cornered by her husband. He had to prove that he was just a victim because of Ajeng's despair that Hilman did not marry, so the woman’ him in the crowd.
“Not a year two I know Ajeng,” Hilman said slowly, “She's the best woman I've ever been close to.”
“Maybe it's his way to make mas sympathies,” upset Dewi over Hilman's words that don't think about his feelings, “Praise aja terosss .... “
Hilman awakens to hear the insinuations of the Goddess. He was silent for a moment trying to find the right word so that the Goddess did not look for trouble with Ajeng.
“It's Wi, I admit it was wrong from the start. We are married, I hope you do not disturb Ajeng anymore,” said Hilman slowly, “You need to know, Ajeng is the one who broke our relationship. He does not want to disturb the household kit.”
“Thank God he's self-aware,” by the Goddess fast.
Calling the name of his enemy during the trip home, makes the atmosphere of the car feel hot even though the ac is always on as long as the car runs.
Hilman lazily chimed in the words of the Goddess. Since the first word that is not in line with the Goddess will definitely make trouble, the woman will sulk. His attitude of always wanting to win by himself never changed, and Hilman knew about it.
Now he must live the day with the Goddess who he has chosen to be his life companion even though it is in conditions that are not in accordance with his wishes. But that is the risk he has to take and the role he will bring to the end.
Meanwhile Ajeng and Audina still enjoy the dishes provided by the cottage for guests who are still loyal to the activity until the end.
"Sir, I can see Hilman's red face like a boiled crab when I go up and talk on the podium" said Audina enthusiastically after finishing her lunch.
"Let it. After all there is no impact also for us. "Ajeng replied casually.
"But the shame is that, down to the roots. Moreover, he with his 'pd' felt confident that it was Mr. Hilman who would come forward to talk in front," Audina said excitedly.
"Biarin. Not bad," Ajeng smiled faintly in response to his assistant's remark.
"Western proverb, 'puk the water in the tray splashed his own face.' Shame right? Yes, yes, yes, dong?" Audina laughs to herself imagining the face of the Goddess who fires a beard because it has demeaned Ajeng.
The two still engaged in light conversation, until Sari and Ustadz Zakri joined a meal together in an empty chair beside Ajeng and Audina.
Keep on supporting yes .. dear always .....
