When Talak Has Spoken

Chapter 90 Lala's Confession

Bisma grabbed the phone in her pants pocket directly contact Ajeng number which she now changed to ‘mother dear’ and the top order in her phone.

“Sorry,” He retreated while staying away from Wirya and the others.

It's better to pretend to be on the phone than to be in an environment that makes it uncomfortable. He got out of the ballroom and walked into the lobby.

“Assalamu’alaikum, “ Ajeng answered Bisma's call when he just finished dinner with Dimas and Lala, “Callback from dad ..”.

Bhishma smiled at the voice she now longs for in the silence of the night. Without blinking he stared at the face of ayu who glanced at him with her flat gaze.

Before his eyes closed he now has a new hobby, staring at old photos of their wedding that he had re-recorded on his mobile phone. He hopes that one day their wedding photos will again decorate a house that has not been occupied for a long time.

“Dad when to come?” the voice of Lala's kenes made her feel moved.

“Saturday's dad is definitely coming. Dad pick up, we play again yeah ..” Bisma said excitedly.

He does not know when the time will come, but he is sure that one day Ajeng will return in his arms. He will give complete happiness to his small family.

“Mas, why alone here?” siska's voice again disturbs the togetherness of Bisma and her daughter Lala.

“Kangen with Lala,” replied Bisma continued her conversation.

“Hallo Lala dear ...” without permission Siska grabbed the phone that was in the grasp of Bisma.

Bhishma was astonished and upset at Siska's actions which were to him disrespectful, and lacking in ethics.

Seeing Siska's friendly face, Lala was surprised. He handed the phone to his mother.

Jidat Ajeng frowned when he saw dr. Siska is on the screen of Bisma's phone. He immediately ended the call seeing the sad face of his daughter.

“Kak why?” Ajeng grabbed Lala into the lap.

“Sister does not like the aunt,” said Lala moody.

“What's the reason?” He was curious because his daughter's bright face was instantly gone.

“Who is mbak?” Dimas who just finished his drink was surprised by the change in attitude of his father who was always carefree when calling with his father.

“His father's theme is talking to Lala,” Ajeng replied with a fixed gaze towards his daughter.

“Oh, the candidate is Bisma .... “ Dimas leaning on the sofa family room to enjoy the show on television.

“Iya times,” Ajeng said while shrugging his shoulders.

“A cocky woman who will be a connecting mother Lala,” cerocos Dimas while laughing, “Singan mbak ...”

“Huss!” Ajeng rounded his eyes to hear his sister's words.

Dimas chuckled a little at Ajeng's eye-lotting as he revealed what came to his mind.

“Kakak does not like the aunt,” the voice of Lala heard Ajeng make him more surprised with his daughter who is now suddenly turned not as cheerful as earlier.

“What's the matter, baby? Aunty is good, beautiful again.... “ Ajeng fondly stroked his daughter's hair.

“Yesterday when we were at Nurita's mom's house, Lala accidentally bumped into the woman,” Dimas recounts an unpleasant incident that made her bangs scared, “And I was sorry.”

“So I don't want to see the aunt again,” ceplos Lala with eyes starting to dew. Fear and worry began to come to him, “Sama grandfather also ...”

All this time he was always filled with love and tenderness from around him. Mother always protects from all things that make her hurt. The first time he was yelled at and scolded, it was a trauma to meet the same person.

Ajeng was stunned to hear his daughter's confession. How he got off guard and did not know the treatment of the young woman to his favorite daughter.

Let alone people, mosquitoes alone he is not willing to touch the skin of the little princess he grew up with all the sorrow and happiness that along in the course of his life.

“The old man who was with the woman also scolded Lala and yelled at us both,” Dimas said while leaning on the sofa, “What are all the important people's behavior like that tho, mbak?”

Ajeng held back the wrath at Lala's confession and Dimas' story. He immediately hugged his daughter with a feeling of annoyance and sadness.

“When did it happen?” Ajeng could not help but want to know.

“Did no one see, Lala's father or anyone else?” Ajeng was still curious.

“Maybe everyone is still inside,” Dimas said with a shrug, “And I'm sorry, but they don't care.”

Ajeng listened to all the stories of Dimas from beginning to end with the rage still lodged in his brain.

“Udah so he said clumsy again,” Dimas could not resist being upset when imagining the incident, “About we are not as level as them ..”

Ajeng shook his head in disbelief after Dimas ended his story.

“So I don't want to see the aunt again Mother,” Lala said as her eyes looked at Ajeng expectantly.

A soothing smile rises in the corner of Ajeng's lips. He kissed his daughter's forehead for a moment, and held her in his arms, trying to dampen his rising emotions over dr. Siska and her papa to Lala.

“Mother won't let anyone say rude and hurt brother. Relax, brother is safe with mom..”.

Lala felt calm in her mother's arms. He would not be afraid of facing anyone again as long as his mother was on the side.

....

“Sorry to interrupt your chat..” regretful face full of drama Siska show when Bisma keeps the phone in her pants pocket while sighing.

Silence happened the next few seconds. The atmosphere of the lobby is quite quiet because all guests are still at the party that is not over.

The bisma breathes several times. He still thinks of the right words for dr. Siska had no hope of him. From the behavior and behavior shown Mr. Wirya and his daughter made him uncomfortable.

He must set firm limits so that everyone does not misunderstand his silence.

“Sorry dr. Siska .... “ Bhishma began to look at the woman who now also looked at her expectantly.

“Eh Yes ... “ dr. Siska wavers with a sharp look of Bhishma that leads to her without blinking.

“I hope dr. Siska and Mr. Wirya did not misunderstand my attitude during this.”

“Means mas?” Siska started to feel uneasy with the cold aura that Bhishma showed while talking to her at this moment.

“I am a widower with a child. I also do not want to be close to someone in the near future,” Bhishma said seriously.

“I just want us to be friends, because I'm comfortable close to the bisma mas. No more .... “ Siska quibble.

He did not want Bhishma to close the access he offered. Although in the process ahead, there are many plans that he will prepare to ensnare Bhishma to bring him into the life of the established man whom he greatly admired.

“Sorry dr. Siska, I just want to fix our failed marriage. My daughter still desperately needs me,” firmly Bisma.

He did not want to make dr. Siska misrepresents the kindness and care she has given all along. He did so simply because he had an older sister and of course his growing daughter.

“Nak Bisma,” the sound of bass Wirya surprised Siska and Bisma who were still sitting on the sofa of the hotel lobby.

“Papa .... “ Siska rose quickly to see the presence of her papa.

He sure can't fight on his own. She desperately needed her papa's support for what Bhishma had just said.

“Excuse me Mr. Wirya, doctor Siska. I haven't congratulated the two brides.”

Without waiting for the answer both Bhishma stepped up quickly. He cannot continue to be in the second circle of people who exert pressure in his life and work environment.

There is a sense of regret that reached his brain because of the work mutation that caused him to have to meet people like Wirya, a very arrogant honorary board, and dr. Siska, the spoiled woman who wants to win by herself.

Wirya Dinata held back the anger at the attitude shown by the established man who had entered his target. But he could not resort to force by force even though he had power over it.

Bhishma is not a person who is easily intimidated, especially he and his family are not descendants of abal-abal. He must be more careful to face the man he still chooses to be his daughter's companion.

The future of the family and the efforts they have will be more advanced if they succeed in uniting Bisma and her daughter. He will fight for it, even if he must exert all the strength and power that exists.

“We will not give up whatever happens,” Wirya said cheering her lackluster daughter on.