When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 84 Conversations in the Morning

Ajeng scrunched up the eel to hear the words of Bhishma which Dimas immediately called. He saw his sister hurriedly finish the coffee and got up from her chair.

“Come Lala darling. We walk in the morning yuk, om want to see a friend playing in front...” Dimas said casually in front of Lala who excitedly finished his breakfast immediately.

“Asyik ... “ with great joy Lala got up from her chair.

He approached Ajeng who was still leaning near the sink and carefully observed the drama that was going on between the two adult men.

Cup... Lala's light kiss is gifted to her mother.

Ajeng's face, which had been cold to see Dimas and Bhishma looking at each other in mystery, now disappeared with a bright smile on the princess.

“Daddy is not dear...” back the voice of Bhishma obliterated his smile.

Ajeng's sharp gaze again led to a smiling Dimas with the code ‘peace’ in both hands.

“Awas only if you hide something from me,” Ajeng's mind by sharpening his gaze when turning with Dimas who his sister replied with a scratching head.

Dimas understood his gaze. It is unlikely that he told Lala's father's wish for a reference. There are many alternatives to securing an envelope that is already hanging out sweetly in his pants pocket.

Although he has not seen the nominal, but from the thickness that he feels can be used to treat his mbak at the weekend. A faint smile rose on Dimas's face imagining the look on Ajeng's face if he knew of the meal from ‘upeti’ he got because it accompanied Bisma overnight.

“Kakak road first yes ... “ said Lala while holding hands Dimas passed from in front of his parents.

Ajeng waved his hand to reply to his daughter who was now missing behind the kitchen door. Regardless of Bhishma's whereabouts, he picked up empty plates and glasses and took them to the sink.

“Jeng .... “ Bhishma calls his name hoping Ajeng will sit together in the dining chair, “There is something I want to talk about. Just leave everything. Someone will work on.”

“Sorry her father Lala, I have to clean up all this,” Ajeng rejects Bhishma's wishes.

He was not interested in talking to Bhishma, as he felt that there was no interest whatsoever in her. He casually finished all the dishes and glasses that they had used.

From the corner of his eyes, Bisma saw Ajeng who was not affected at all by his existence and desire to speak. He became convinced by Dimas' remarks about the female character who had given him a princess.

But Bisma did not give up hope. The road is still long, thistles and thorns that are in front of him have not been able to throw. But at the very least, he began to look for directions to hack into the path he was about to go through to find his way back.

Seeing the unmoving Bisma from her chair made Ajeng sigh. He didn't know what the man wanted to talk to him about. Without any prejudice he threw the body in the chair in front of Bhishma.

Smile expands on the face of Bhishma see Ajeng who now with his willingness to sit even with a flat face, there is no sweetness.

Not yet had Ajeng voice the art began to come out of their respective rooms. Bisma realizes Ajeng's discomfort. He was sure, not free for both of them to talk about something ‘pent’ in the middle of sight and hearing of some eyes and ears that are now starting to wara-wiri in the kitchen.

“Well we talk on the side only,” Bhishma is aware of the anxiety Ajeng shows.

Forced Ajeng nodded his head in approval of Bhishma's proposal. He followed his broad steps that walked out of the side door to the gazebo at the end of the garage.

“What does her father Lala want to talk about?” shoot Ajeng directly as the two sit side by side facing a beautiful flower garden and freshly doused in rain all night.

He doesn't want to talk too long. In his positive mind, Ajeng believes that Bisma only wants to ask about Lala's development since his departure abroad. He is ready to listen and give the appropriate answer that will be asked of him.

Meanwhile Dimas takes Lala to a park located inside a very beautiful housing complex. Because it rains all night, many chairs are wet so they cannot be occupied.

Dimas again took Lala to a gazebo that was not far from the park where they were. Since it is Saturday and it happens to be raining, not many vehicles come in and out of the complex like a regular workday.

“Om, sister want the snacks!” lala's tiny fingers point to the park outside the complex filled with snack vendors who used to hang out on weekends.

With Lala's hand in hand, he crossed the highway that separated the garden area with a residential complex that in his eyes was very luxurious.

Because it was outside the complex, the park they visited was very crowded at this time. There are cycling, and that is definitely dominated by children and teenagers who play ball.

“Who do you want?” Dimas stood up while looking at various snacks that hit among children to adulthood.

Lala's eyes sparkled to see all the cheap festive snacks that lay along the way.

“But one-on-one first, don't be too much,” Dimas message, “Ntar not in the meal can be scolded mother you know ...”

“Each om handsome,” reply Lala smiled widely, until her toothless teeth look funny.

“Ha ha ..” Dimas couldn't help but laugh at the innocence of his name.

He swiftly grabbed the envelope that was in his pants pocket. His eyes glared at the hundred thousand-tiered money sheet almost making the envelope tear. He believes the number is above 5 million.

“Masya Allah ...” his mouth gawked in disbelief with the beautiful scenery in his grasp.

He is sure ‘reward’ from his former brother-in-law is not kidding. What to do with that much money.  What if he gets angry and tells him to give the money back.

“But this is halal money right? I do not steal and do not corruption.” Dimas was confused by his own thinking.

Never had he held that much money, even had it. Now he is not sure what to do and give an answer if Ajeng asks the origin of money ‘kaget’ which makes him surprised even confused at this time.

We leave behind the confusion of Dimas who still thinks hard about the money he now keeps back in the front pocket of his pants. He is not too worried if it is lost even though he has stored it carefully. His biggest concern is the question Ajeng will ask, where he has an allowance of that size.

“Why didn't you tell me that you failed to marry Hilman?” bisma asked seriously directly on the topic.

Ajeng frowned his eel returning the gaze of Bhishma. The two looked at each other trying to test each other's strength.

From those clear eyes, Bisma saw a look of dislike for the question she was aiming at.

“While I am happy, because you have found a better man,” Bisma frankly will feel when he will leave his beloved country with a disappointed heart.

Ajeng only smiled in response to Bhishma's words. He does not believe that the trivial question will come out of the ‘batu’ man he once prayed for in the cold nights of their togetherness.

Bhishma could not believe seeing Ajeng's relaxed attitude in response to his question. He could not help but express his desire for a return.

“Do you want us to refer back?” todong Bisma immediately saw the Ajeng gelagat who was not interested in answering his words.

Just contact the eyes of Ajeng rounded to hear the question of Bhishma. His gaze was now cynical looking at the man who had given him the wound as well as the antidote, their little daughter Lala.

“Don't ask me something I can't do!” resolute Ajeng without a smile.

Bisma was speechless hearing the cynical tone Ajeng uttered resolutely. He looked at the increasingly attractive look in his eyes in this kind of emotional state.

“Everyone has a mistake. I've regretted everything that happened in the past,” Bhishma still said in a low tone.

He was determined to start. No matter how small the opportunity when meeting Ajeng, he will express his desire to be together. No matter how great Ajeng's refusal was, there was no other man in his heart right now. And he will fight hard.

***Just follow the flow. Like a song\, it's not that easy .......***