KARMAS
Seek certainty

Bhishma grimaced as Ferry pressed the cotton that had been soaked with alcohol.

"Shhhhh!! Slowly stupid!!" Omel Bisma's.

"Said Boss, anyways tell anyone not to be taken to the hospital"

"It's just a small wound. No need to go there, waste of time"

"Bas stubborn!! You think I didn't waste my time in the early hours of the morning telling me to be an impromptu nurse" muttered Ferry because Bisma was in the middle of the night coming to her apartment just to help her treat her injuries.

"Actually how the story is Boss, how can the gini rich wound??" Ferry has finished bandaging Bisma's wounds with a clean bandage.

Bhishma looked back at the blood-stained clothes of Mesya. He recalled how Mesya tore his shirt off just to hold the blood of Bhishma.

"So I followed Mesya, my feeling was not good so I stayed in wait until midnight..."

Bisma told Ferry everything, as she did not say anything to her assistant if she followed Mesya today.

"To the hospital is a waste of time he said. Turn into a stalker all day at home" Cibir Ferry.

"Whisper lo!!"

"Don't you start falling in love with Mesya Bos??" Ferry was staring suspiciously at Bisma.

"No need to hang on!!" Denying Bhishma does not accept.

"Oh yeah I forgot, you're just concerned about him, right?? So it's impossible to fall in love with Mesya. If she wasn't pregnant, I would have picked her up. Not bad, saucy, pinter, it's penitent again"

"Not dream!!" Bisma throws a couch cushion over Ferry's face.

"Gue wants to sleep, you sleep on the couch first!!" Bisma said directly into the room owned by Ferry.

"Udah is in love but prestige, the turn to be worshiped even rampaged!!" Ferry spoke deliberately to raise his voice a little.

She could also clearly hear what Ferry said because the door was not tightly closed.

The handsome man immediately dropped his body onto the bed. Groped his injured arm slowly.

"Why should I do this so far?? Did I really start to care about Mesya?? The woman who obviously ruined my happiness. The woman who could make the woman I love go away for ever" Bhishma closed her eyes despite not being sleepy at all.

"But why do I always act out of my own reasoning?? Alya, please help me. Keep my heart from falling. I don't want our love that has been engraved for so long to be shaky because of that woman"

Bhishma thought, by taking revenge on Mesya, his life would be calm and happy. But the reality that Bhishma can at this time is not in accordance with his expectations. Every day, the bisma is not calm. Everywhere and everywhere is haunted by Mesya. Though Alya died, but the shadow of Mesya that always appears everywhere.

Bhishma feels guilty for Alya, because without her knowing it, she has betrayed Alya. Bhishma used to promise that Alya would be the only woman as the owner of her heart and life. But Bisma kept thinking about other women.

Bhishma held the back of her hand that had been soaked by Mesya's tears.

"I'd go crazy if it kept going!!" Bisma with her hard body and heart began to get tired.

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Mesya now continues to sell crackers as usual. Although he was also aware that there were people who always watched his movements and movements, Mesya did not care. After all they were messengers of Bhishma, so there was no way they would harm Mesiah.

Both of Mesya's hands are now filled by his sales crackers. Lately Mesya is so excited because his merchandise crackers already have regular customers. The money sold was also quite increased so Grandma Asri also gave him more money, no longer like when Mesya first went around offering the crackers.

The scorching rays of the sun, the thirst that so stuck around his neck had become Mesya's daily companion. His feet, which were only covered with cheap flip flops, did not prevent Mesya from walking for almost miles every day.

Time quickly passed until Mesya had walked back to Grandma Asri's place. But Mesya's footsteps stopped in front of a baby supply store.

Mesya rubbed his stomach so gently. The woman who lives a kara is hoping big if she is in the position of the woman she is seeing at this time. So noticed her husband, so they look very happy when choosing clothes for their prospective child.

"Tomorrow if Mama's money has been collected, we buy it ourselves, Dek?? Not necessarily the same Papa" Mesya loved his fetus very much, not only because of the Bhishma that had left him.

Although Mesya's lips said that, but the look of Mesya's eyes could not lie. It feels good to see a husband and wife who are so happy to welcome their future children. Looking for clothing supplies together like what Mesya sees today.

A young couple picking cute baby clothes. The smile that expands on the lips of both of them makes Mesya know if they are so happy at this time.

Mesya finally decided to leave from there. From his heart it is not safe to see the intimacy of the couple.

It was getting dark when Mesya started to enter the alley towards his house. If Mesya had seen the messenger of Bhishma from a distance this time was different.

Mesya felt that someone was following in his footsteps at a fairly close distance. Mesya could feel it clearly, but Mesya tried to stay calm and did not know if he was followed from earlier.

Mesya's house is difficult to start to look, just a few steps away finally Mesya can rest in the most comfortable house.

Without even looking back, Mesya went into his house. But a few seconds after he waited, Mesya opened the window curtain slightly. Seeing the situation out there, Mesya was eager to ascertain who the people who followed him to get to such a house.

Mesya's heart trembled when he saw the same figure as last night. The tall and sturdy body was clearly Mesya very memorized who the owner of the body was. In his black clothes, the man stood in front of Mesya's house.

"You're coming again, brother??" Mesya's eyes glazed over as she watched Bhishma continue to stand staring at her house.

"But when are you going to be like this?? What's the reason you don't want to meet me frankly?? Why do we have to keep hiding like this?? I am confused by your attitude, Brother" muttered Mesya still peeking from the curtain of his house.

"Do I have to see you first??" Mesya still saw Bhishma standing in front of his house. By gathering his courage, also with his heart that he prepared as best he could.

Mesya's hand began to move pressing the doorknob down.