When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 86 Is Still Away From Fire

Ajeng had just finished bathing and changed clothes when his bedroom door was knocked. Hurry up he opens the door. Dimas and Lala were at the door.

“Kak why?” Ajeng was astonished to see Lala in Dimas's sling.

His face was covered in ice cream, his face was still pale in fear.

“Bunda .. “ he instantly moved into Ajeng's arms and hugged her tightly.

“What happened Dim?” seeing Lala shivering in his arms made Ajeng feel worried.

“So there were angry mbak-mbak because his clothes were hit by a spill of Lala ice cream...” Dimas said casually as he placed two bags of snacks on the bed.

“Then you accidentally mama .... “ Lala replied with a downcast face, worried about being scolded.

“Mother knows,” Ajeng said gently while stroking his daughter's hair which he now sits on the mattress, “Then I'm sorry?”

The gentle gaze of her mother made Lala lift her face. He saw a shady smile that wiped away all the fear that still filled his chest.

“I'm sorry mbak. Lala was terrified to see the anger of the ma'am,” Dimas explained.

“Ya has not pa-pa.” Ajeng immediately kissed his daughter's forehead gently.

Now his gaze was on the two sweet bags above the bed.  His stern gaze immediately asked for an explanation Dimas who was now ready to hear all his lectures.

“Prepare all answers at home. Now we have to pack home,” Ajeng said quickly.

He didn't want to waste any more time at his former in-laws' house. There's a lot of work he has to finish. Especially with the conversation that occurred between him and Bhishma, making him feel uncomfortable.

How could he possibly have talked about it after so long apart. He was comfortable on his own. There is no burden that he must bear after a long widow. Because he knows the consequences that he must bear if he re-binds himself in a marriage. Ajeng doesn't care now. All the talk that looked tilted at him could easily be denied.

Indeed, in running its growing business and becoming one of the SME building boards in the city of Malang makes it necessary to always interact with the environment of officials who are majority Adam.

He did not deny the many irresponsible rumors that reached his sense of hearing. So much to make him immune. Especially with the fanned Goddess, Madam Hilman who began to be active and monitor the efforts of the husband.

Like a barking dog, the caravan passed. Ajeng increasingly showed his claws. Beauty business managed by dr. Indira and her husband Haris are growing.

Three of her two-story shophouses have now turned into a famous beauty clinic in the city of Malang. Many became clients of dr. Dira who has now added medical personnel because of the interest of women in Malang city who uphold the value of beauty.

Even though the foot barges in the house, the conan flows smoothly in his account. But that's not Ajeng's nature. He was born a hard worker, so Dimas also has a strong fighter soul like his sister.

Now he is no longer thinking about himself, although he knows, his account is getting fatter with values that are no longer radiant. With the material and power that he had now made Ajeng comfortable on his own.

He also did not forget the family in the village. Every month he always sends both sides of the family of his late mother and father, especially Suyati bu leknya who now maintain and care for the rice fields and gardens of his late father's legacy is not much.

The longing for childhood to adolescence that he spent in the village sometimes makes him want to go home. But the responsibility for everything he had had made him hold that feeling.

Since the birth of Lala until now at the age of his fifth daughter, he and Dimas have never set foot back to his beloved hometown. Only intense communication through mobile phone that he did with Juwita single daughter Lek Yati who is now married.

Ajeng does not know when he can take the time to go home with Dimas and Lala. But for the near future, he can't.

“Mbak also coming home now?” Dimas was surprised to hear Ajeng's words.

Though he heard yesterday before their departure to Surabaya, Ajeng had decided to return Sunday afternoon. Though it's Saturday, there's still enough time for her mom and Lala to stay.

Dimas was silent, not wanting to ask further. He knew that whatever decision his sister had made and said would not just change.

“Ya,” Ajeng replied while taking out two large bags to store his clothes and Lala which he had prepared.

Before cleaning himself, he had tidied up all his trinkets and Lala to make matters easier when preparing to go home. Now he immediately lifted one bag after another and placed it in front of the room door.

“Pak Naryo is already on his way from home. Maybe in fifteen minutes it has arrived,” Ajeng replied quickly.

His gaze now leads to Lala who is still drinking ice cream with her shirt which was also hit by the brown stains that he dropped earlier.

“Sister change clothes first yes. We will go home now,” Ajeng said gently to his daughter.

“Iya mother,” replied Lala while nodding her head.

“Mbak, I'll go home first. There are still campus activities that I have to follow,” Dimas directly expressed his wishes, “Secause you are also happy with mama Nurita and mas Bisma.”

Ajeng only nodded his head without answering Dimas' words. He knew his sister was in a hurry. And he would not bother her anymore with trivial matters.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Nurita was accompanying the two guests who she did not expect their arrival. Though he still wants to relax his body and mind by lying all day in the room.

He already has plans this afternoon to invite Ajeng and Lala and Bhishma to eat outside while refreshing for a moment.

But with the presence of the second ‘ uninvited guests’ it thwarted his desire to pamper himself in the bed.

“Sorry mbakyu, my arrival and Siska .. may not be on time,” Wirya's voice is relaxed as she says it.

Nurita who was used to being courteous with guests only smiled faintly while shaking her head.

“Gak pa-pa to Pak Wirya. His name is silaturahmi it has become our tradition,” he said while sharing a friendly smile.

“Bener mah,” Siska interrupted her second conversation.

Nurita was surprised to hear Siska's greeting to her. But he tried to hide. His confidence grew stronger, because with the confidence that the young woman in front of him had already called ‘mah’ to him.

“Because Bisma mas tomorrow has returned to Bogor, I want the road as well as collect a mas promise that will take me around Surabaya if you stop by here,” Siska said confidently.

“Wah, good ...” Nurita smiled at Siska's words.

If indeed the young girl in front of him became the choice of Bhishma, he would support her. Especially in the age of the increasingly mature Bhishma, it is certain that he needs a companion. If he can give happiness to his son, why should he refuse.

Bisma came out of her room after cleaning herself. The conversation with Ajeng did not give a bright spot. As the saying ‘Far From Panggang’ his desire to refer and live together in one bond can not be fulfilled Ajeng.

But he didn't want to stop. It was time to fight back what he had lost. He knew, Dimas would certainly support his wishes even though he did not directly say.

His frankness when telling everything that his sister lived gave Bhishma confidence, that there was still hope to start again despite having to get rid of all the thorns and thorns.

Lala their little princess was one way for her to keep getting closer. He was sure, the presence of their little daughter would make Ajeng consider everything.

He believes, it takes more time to knock down the hardness of Ajeng's heart. But no matter how small their chance to be together will not be wasted.

Bhishma already has a trick to start the approach with Ajeng. His smile came when he imagined the plan that he had carefully arranged.

He was determined to step, he would not stop just because of thistles and thorns. Once stepped, abstain for him to stop before he got to the destination.

His face seemed brighter, let alone imagine one day his ambition to reclaim the happiness he would make perfect with the woman he started fighting for.

He heard a conversation in the living room. He thought it was Mama and Dimas and Ajeng who were involved in the conversation in the morning before noon.

He quickly walked forward not wanting to go through the togetherness that happened with the family he had long missed.

“Wah, are you ready for Bisma?” wirya's voice stopped her steps which were now fixated on observing the entire living room.