When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 9 Let's Split

That afternoon Ajeng and some colleagues enjoyed lunch at Marugame Ud*n which is in the famous mall area in Surabaya. Today is his 28th birthday. Because he had promised the besties he also invited the three to eat together.

“Our rest time is still one hour. Wash your eyes first yuk!” invite Intan while pulling the hand of Mira who is still talking to Ajeng.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gina held off Intan's move.

“Tuh, Mira ngajakin eye wash,” saut Intan fast.

Because they do not want to disappoint Ajeng also follow the third step which is now starting to enter the famous shopping center in the city of Surabaya. The four of them were busy talking and joking with each other. What's more is still a young month, automatic pockets are still fat.

When busy choosing a branded bag displayed in the Sog* retail storefront, the three are so enthusiastic let alone a lot of new items that arrive to make the eyes really spoiled.

“This is good. The pass is matched with the office batik on Thursday, Thursday,” spoiled voice of a woman makes Mira elbow Ajeng wrist who is still receiving a call from Rumida baby sitter who is now keeping Lala at home her wonder because it is experienced. He got it from the foundation according to Nurita's direction.

“His performance, his wife is also beautiful. Perfect ASN pair,” chirps Mira.

He was surprised to see the sight before him. How not Bhishma is accompanying Deby shopping for women's goods. His heart was wounded deeper in what he saw.

No one knows, that the man who is now the center of attention of his office colleagues is Bhishma. He never posted family photos and shared his personal life with his average new office friend.

All they know, Ajeng's husband is an employee and has an office in North Jakarta. When the event aiqahan his daughter was indeed no family photo knick-knacks displayed at the house Nurita.

The temple is very closed to the outside life. Because he knew, Bhishma was very unhappy with the interference of outsiders in their household life.

“Sorry mbak, I took this bag first,” Intan quickly grabbed the limited edition bag that Deby showed on Bisma.

Deby looked at Intan with displeasure. He wanted that bag for a long time. But for the sake of keeping his image in front of the target man he finally smiled thinly.

“Oh, mbak gitukah. Not a pa-pa. Let me find another one,” he said softly.

Bisma is shocked to realize Ajeng's presence among the four young women who are now standing in front of her and Deby. At first glance he could see the full look of wounds depicted there.

“Yuk. We moved somewhere. There is still a lot that we have not seen in the store next door ... “ with the sound of the money Deby invites Bisma out of the bag booth that sells products that are famous and loved by socialites.

The lecture shook his eyes when Bisma looked back at him as he set foot to follow Deby who had walked in front of him.

“Pengen yes can such a pair. It looks so bad that the baby is with his wife,” Gina said as soon as she saw Bisma and Deby who are now walking away.

The heart of a woman, let alone her titled wife is not hurt by everything she sees and she hears about the treatment of Bhishma in women who in her eyes are indeed very perfect.

“It appears her husband is office euy. Udah handsome, established again, and faithful ...” Intan continued to praise Bhishma sincerely.

He did not realize that everything they said made Ajeng hurt. Her tears did not flow, blurring her eyes.

“Hey, why you?”  Mira is surprised to see Ajeng who is now holding on to the display case so that his body does not slow down.

“Mbak Ajeng ... “ Gina was worried to see the pale Ajeng with tears flowing more and more.

“Jeng ... “ Intan clasped his cold hand.

“We're home now,” Mira makes up her mind soon.

He didn't know what happened to his partner. Ajeng is so closed to the problem. He thought it better they were again worried Ajeng's condition was worse than they imagined.

“We go directly to your house?” tawar Mira's.

Ajeng tried to strengthen himself. He didn't want to look fragile in anyone's eyes. He quickly shook his head.

“We return to the office,” he said lethargic, “I don't pa-pa. Just a lack of rest. Lala fussed lately.”

There is no way he interrupts the hours of rest bu Rumida who every day has been bothered to take care of and care for his little daughter.

Bhishma is getting further and further for him to reach. Now Ajeng has resigned to what happened in his household. He has tried to put himself as a good wife and mother in his household. But all that does not mean in the eyes of Bisma who is now being drunk on romance.

Lala is now six months old. There is no Bhishma at home is no longer a problem for Ajeng. He began to concern himself with the business that is now growing in the city of Malang.

Every Saturday morning he took Rumida and his little daughter to Malang to see the business that Hendra and his wife managed. Not infrequently he stayed there and Sunday afternoon just returned to Surabaya.

Bhishma felt that her household and Ajeng were getting bland.  Since their meeting and Ajeng at the Pakuw*n mall with Deby, their interactions have been rarer.

He began to avoid communicating with her. For Bisma is not a problem, because he knows Ajeng only needs material from him. He knows the condition of his family in the village.

In the afternoon, Bisma was waiting for Ajeng's return. He never wanted to know what his wife was doing. For him Ajeng just fulfill the desire of his mother to have a companion in the eyes of his extended family. Because instead of him not knowing, some consider him to have a different sek*ual orientation, so he was forced to marry Ajeng to save his family's face.

It is time to start your own happiness. A cynical smile rises on his handsome face as the car driven by Mr. Kusni enters the yard of his luxury home.

Ajeng saw Bisma sitting on the family couch as she headed for the room. He immediately gave Lala who had fallen into a deep sleep to Bu Rumida. She was sure that there was something the stone man wanted to convey that was none other than her husband.

“I wait in my work space,” said Bisma flat when Ajeng was standing right in front of her.

After delivering what he wanted, Bhishma quickly passed to his study upstairs.

Ajeng sighed. He did not dare to speculate. But she had convinced herself to go through anything and accept whatever her husband wanted.

After clearing himself up by lightning, Ajeng immediately met the Bhishma upstairs to speak. Something they had never done in nearly two years of marriage.

Bhishma had been waiting for him at the desk like an arrogant leader with his coldness so real.

“Let's split ... “ the firm voice of Bisma directly stuck into Ajeng's heart.

The stone man with the title of her husband never involved emotions in every word he said.

Ajeng. It was in disbelief, for the second time Bisma said that magic word.  His eyes focused on the deep black depths of Bhishma's eyes. He was trying to find something that made him able to maintain a new household for the rest of this corn.

But she found nothing in the eyes of her husband's eagle. Just dark and flat. Nothing was emanating there.

He grimaced inwardly realizing his miserable fate. She can recall how the sincere look and smile on her husband's face when she was with the woman who was dressed and her beauty was so perfect. Now he realized that the heart of Bhishma would never touch. She has the heart of her husband.

If this indeed makes Bhishma happy then he will retreat from the bond of marriage that does not bring happiness in their household. He also recalled Sari's words.

From this moment on he will create his own happiness with his little daughter along with those who love and care for her.

“Alright,” Ajeng replied instantly.

Bhishma was stunned to hear Ajeng's confident reply. There is no refutation or rejection expressed from women who have been sharing it in the past two years. A sadness did not appear on the face of the woman who had given her a daughter.

“If no one wants to talk about it again I'm sorry,” without waiting for the answer of Bhishma, Ajeng immediately rose from the presence of Bhishma.

“Tomorrow we go to the house of mama to clarify everything,” said Bisma again with an unmoved look from Ajeng's firm face.

Once out of the workroom and close the door. Ajeng immediately leaned back and patted his chest repeatedly. He felt a tightness that made it difficult to breathe properly.

“Ya Allah .. strengthen the servant through all this. I am sure Thou art the All-knowing of what is best for the servant-M .. “ by the slowness of Ajeng strengthens his steps to descend back down .

His desire was only one, hugging his little daughter. That was the only strength he had to endure.