When Talak Has Spoken
Chapter 83 Breakfast in the Morning
The atmosphere of the morning was so cold especially in the middle of the night heavy rain came to hit, so that many residents of the house were reluctant to come out of the arena. Indeed the weather is so pampering the eyes to keep closed.
Nurita was reluctant to go out of the room after performing dawn prayers. He only drank a glass of warm water that was always available in his room. Back he laid his body in the dispute. Tiredness is amazing after the last weeks to the day H berjibaku with the wedding to the reception of his daughter.
Now relieved, her eldest daughter finds happiness in her life again, and she hopes her youngest son will start again soon. Whoever his soul mate the best prayer he says. Not waiting long, he returned in the cradle.
Meanwhile, in the upper room, after performing dawn prayers, Ajeng went straight to the kitchen. Even though it was still dark. He obeyed Lala's desire to eat fried rice eggplok.
Ajeng smiled as he arrived at the kitchen to see the atmosphere was still quiet. He was sure all exhausted after a day of helping the wedding to the Mayang reception.
“Kakak want a lot of her eggs mother ...” Lala's voice makes Ajeng's smile rise.
“Every sister dear .... “ Ajeng kisses his daughter's head lovingly.
Deftly he took out the ingredients that he would use as a completeness of fried rice requested by his daughter. Actually, he also felt a tremendous fatigue, but the desire of the princess could not be ignored just like that.
“Kakak want to help also mother .. “ exclamation Lala once see Ajeng already put carrots and some vegetables on the table.
Meanwhile, in the lower room, the new bisma keeps a prayer mat after carrying out its 2 rakaat obligations. Actually, fatigue and drowsiness still alight make Bhishma only dawn prayers at home. What's more when the azan reverberated, water like falling from the sky so dense, making him sleep until he realized it had shown 5 o'clock exactly.
When he was about to throw himself in the bed, the fragrant aroma of fried rice slipped into his sense of smell. The hunger turned out to beat the drowsiness that had attacked him.
The longing for fried rice made by his mother made Bisma fight drowsiness and rise from the contest to the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen area, his eyes were fixed on the figure he had been thinking about all night.
From the conversation that took place between him and Dimas, Bisma was already convinced of his wishes now. His determination has been unanimous, want to refer back with Ajeng. He believes, the struggle this time is not easy, too many pebbles and gaps that he will meet.
All he had to do was start to get rid of the pebbles and cover the slightest gap that would hinder his struggle.
His smile rose to see the beautiful scenery this morning. A sholeha wife who has a perfect look and a beautiful little princess is a special gift that she has.
But that was ...
Vigor is present in the heart of Bhishma. Why should there be a word of talaq when that perfection has been bestowed by the Powerful On him? The bisma immediately disposes of the existing bitterness.
Too much time he wasted just to put forward the ego he had at that time. He still has time. May the Lord allow him to be with his little family.
He will not be tired of fighting to regain the trust of the former who is now more perfect and mature in his eyes.
“Wah, it smells so good. Interrupting father's sense of smell...” Bhishma's voice suddenly interrupted the two.
“Dad is awake?” the voice of Lala's forehead makes Bisma approach her daughter and kiss her fragrant hair and still look moist because of the shampooing with Ajeng.
Ajeng also turned to the side to see the existence of Bisma who was standing right beside him with such a close distance. He had to comment on a thin smile on the man who is currently routinely supporting his daughter.
The fragrance of shampoo even though it is covered in a hijab that wraps its head, is still inhaled. A faint smile rose on his lips.
The teaching shifted to its distance away from Bhishma. He could not rule out the existence of the man, because the mama Nurita and Mayang were so good. So it should behave as a courtesy between social creatures.
“Sure dong! The beautiful daughter of my father also woke up this early,” Bhishma said casually as she winked at her daughter.
Bisma quickly grabbed Lala in a sling. Feel his heart warmed up because of the happiness that was suddenly present, though not yet perfect.
“Daddy's daughter is getting heavier,” said Bisma with a small laugh as Lala wrapped her arms around her neck.
“Solvent fat daddy .... “ Lala protest over dad's remarks.
“Who said daddy's daughter was fat? Now it's bigger .... “ Bhishma retaliates and showers her daughter with small kisses making Lala laugh.
He smiled at the conversation between father and son. He did not want to disturb the familiarity that so cool his eyes and ears, never even happened all this time. He was also very happy about the attitude of the priest to their daughter.
Things the man never did when Lala was a kid. So he thought positively, that Bisma would be a good father for their daughter's growth and development at an increasingly mature age.
Hopefully, whoever the companion will be, will not make the attention of Bhishma less on their little daughter. That's all Ajeng hopes for in the future.
“Good morning mother,” greeting Bhishma made Ajeng stunned not to think the man in his eyes was still ice cold was greeting him warmly.
Ajeng did not answer the greeting of Bhishma. He looked over for a moment and smiled faintly while nodding his head. The focus is back on the cooked eggs. He quickly moved the fried rice into the plate he had prepared on the table.
Bhishma immediately lowered Lala and sat her down in the available chair. The two now sit side by side.
“Kok is only two mothers, for which father?” lala's question made Ajeng look at his daughter gently.
“Please brother and father have breakfast. Mother is still full,” she said slowly while smiling sweetly.
“Can Dad ask for coffee mom?” Bisma immediately expressed his desire to taste warm coffee made by Ajeng.
Without answering Ajeng directly turned on the stove to heat the water on a small teapot next to the stove table.
A happy smile could not be hidden seeing Ajeng's alertness to do everything he wanted, until three minutes later a cup of black coffee was available on the table accompanying their breakfast.
“Wah, at breakfast ... “ Dimas sound makes Ajeng turn around while washing the cookware he just used.
He was surprised to find his sister still living and staying at the former-in-law's house.
“Lho said he went straight home last night,” Ajeng could not hide the astonishment at the existence of Dimas who was now sitting casually in front of him.
“There's still a little bit of work,” he said as he looked at the smiling Bhishma while nodding his head at him.
“What breakfast are you having?” the Ajeng question made the heart of Bhishma touched.
So unfortunately Ajeng to the people closest to him. Mama and Mayang could not put aside Ajeng even though it was not part of their large family.
His sincere and caring attitude makes his mother always mention the name Ajeng if the holidays run out to give him souvenirs without comparing with other brothers.
“Request coffee aja mbak. Later breakfast on the road only,” replied Dimas casually while opening the phone.
He doesn't want to spend too long. The laundry at home has piled up internship activities for one week. He was used to doing everything himself. So it is not comfortable if his personal clothes are washed by others, even if the art at home.
Ajeng had educated him independently from the beginning, especially from the lives of those who were accustomed to the simple from the village.
“Don't go home just yet, wait a minute... “ Bhishma walks quickly leaving all three to pass to the room.
“What job does not make you go home?” Ajeng could not throw away the curiosity that suddenly bothered him.
“He he ... “ Laughing Dimas, “Help WO pack until 12 an .... “
“The story is about Cengengesan .... “ Ajeng shook his head in disbelief at Dimas' unconvincing reply at all, “They were already paid dearly.”
Scratch his head that does not itch. There's no way he keeps the terrace with Ajeng about what he talked about last night with Bhishma. Nor will he interfere in the affairs of both.
Already many people Adam asked him to compete with Ajeng, of course with ‘reward’ which is not canned if their offer was accepted mbaknya.
Let alone ‘reward’, even his ears are full of tausiyah obtained for all the rejections given by Ajeng with a lifetime cooperation offer that his relationship gives.
Dimas raise his hand if there is still someone desperate to get closer and try to establish a more relationship with his sister. He wants his sense of hearing to be healthy and there is no noise pollution from Ajeng.
Shortly thereafter, Bhishma returned to them with an envelope in her hand. He quickly clenched the envelope into Dimas' hand, still sitting back and enjoying coffee.
“Lho, what is this mas?” Dimas was surprised by the actions of Bhishma that he did not expect before.
Ajeng looked at Bisma and Dimas sharply. I don't know what the two did last night. But looking at the envelope that was in Dimas' hands, he was sure the contents were not small.
“Thank you for your help last night,” Bhishma replied as she winked giving a gesture that Dimas finally replied with a nod, “Please take Lala down the road for a bit. There's something you should talk about with mbakmu.”
***Help author read the comments. More eager to 'up' and end the story of Ajeng and happiness that he will choose for benefit (hi hi..\, seriously very Neng!). Of course I can't fulfill all the wishes of my dear reader. Just follow the flow.
Later authorities are bullied like the story of "BIDAFARI HEAVEN IS MISSED" sequel 1. Ha ha ha ....Although finally happy end with the satisfaction of each in sequel 2. Sweetheart is always for readers who always wait for the story of Ajeng and the people closest to him. Love\, love\, love always ........... ***
