KARMAS
My boy

Mesya walked slowly following the steps of Bhishma in front of him. Not going hand in hand, but more like a duck that follows its mother. There was no conversation between them at all. In that silence, Bisma actually drove Mesya to his front home. Indeed, after the answer given Mesya earlier, Bisma immediately fell silent and chose to deliver Mesya home.

Bhishma did not know why, his heart was like being crushed by a large rock after hearing the reason for Mesiah. Pain, tightness and feeling guilty Bhishma feels at this time.

"Come in, and get some rest" Bisma said as she reached the front of Mesya's house.

"Thank you" said Mesya briefly and then without looking at him he left Bhishma into his house.

Bhishma did not hold Mesya back at all. Bhishma still could not believe that the present Mesha was so different from the earlier Mesha. If Mesya always tried to attract his attention. It is different from the Mesya of today. The woman who had managed to attract his attention was even more silent would not look at him.

With such a change of Mesya, made little Bhishma's heart a little disappointed. I don't know what made him feel that way, but Bhishma really didn't like Mesya like that.

Another case with Bhishma, Mesya still standing behind the door of his house. Holding his chest as if he wanted to take out its contents.

Mesya admitted he was happy at this time, but Mesya also feared that the goodness of Bhishma was one of his plans to make Mesya more destroyed.

Mesya was also afraid that he was falling too deep with the charm of the father of the child he was carrying.

Mesya opened a little curtain of his window. Just wanted to make sure that Bhishma had gone from there.

But in fact, Mesya's eyes were covered with a deep gaze from the Bhishma out there. It turned out that Bhishma was still in the same place, with a gaze that kept heading towards her. For a split second they still looked at each other.

If Mesya stared longingly at Bhishma, then Mesya did not know at all what the gaze of Bhishma was.

This time it was Mesya who gave up first. His hand moved swiftly closing the curtain that he opened slightly. The heart is not strong if it has to keep looking at the Bhishma. Mesya didn't care if Bhishma would stand there all night.

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In the morning Mesya woke up because he felt cramps in his stomach. It's not usual that Mesya was in so much pain as he is today.

"What's your dear??" Mesya tried to rub gently to reduce his pain.

"I don't think I'm strong if I have to sell today. But what about Grandma Asri?? His trade must be a lot left if I don't sell" Mesya confused at this time, Mesya pity the old Grandma who had been kind to him that day. But on the other side of his body like it was not strong to walk far today.

Terahan Mesya rose from his hard bed by enduring the pain in his stomach. Many times Mesya had to grip the edge of his shirt because it began to not bear the pain.

After cleaning his body and having filled his stomach with makeshift breakfast, Mesya came out of his house by dragging his feet. His pale-looking face did not stop his steps to meet Grandma Asri.

Not yet at the end of the alley of his house, Mesya's body was already sweating coldly and shaking.

With Mesya's body swirling, his vision began to darken and...

Bruckk.....

Mesya was unconscious on the side of the road.

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"Ha uss" Mesya's voice was so soft but could be heard by the person beside him.

"Drink!!" Mesya who has not fully realized just according to, drinking water money in thrust to him. Mesya's throat that feels dry is like being doused with rain water.

"Thank you" said Mesya again lying down with his eyes closed.

"Together"

Degs...

"Sister Bhishma??" Mesya's eyes almost popped out when he saw the man in a neat office suit sitting in front of him.

"Hemm" replied Bisma just muttering. With a gaze that kept staring at Mesya.

"Why can I be here??" Mesya asked after realizing he was in a room that he knew must be a hospital.

"Tell me what's sick. Let me call the doctor"

"No need, brother, I'm not sick. I'd better go home now. I'm not papa" Mesya wants to pull out the intravenous needle stuck to the back of his hand.

"STOP STUPID!! If you're not sick, you can't be lying on the street like you were!!" The bisma held Mesya's hand firmly.

Earlier this morning Bisma did want to see Mesya first before going to the office. But when Bisma entered the alley to the house of Mesya, she was greeted by the body of Mesya lying horribly on the side of the road.

Fortunately, Bisma was quick to come, because no one was willing to help Mesya this morning.

Mesya already wanted to cry at this moment, it was painful to snatch such a Bhishma.

"But I really don't papa brother"

"Why do you want to go home now?? You think about your treatment costs so "Can look at Mesya so sharply.

Mesya was a little jolted because Bhishma could read his mind.

Bisma smiled wryly as Mesya's silence made her sure that her guess was correct.

"Who told you to pay the hospital fee. Just shut up, said the doctor, you don't have to think about anything else!!" Bisma threw away her face because she was suddenly upset with Mesya.

"But brother ak...."

"Don't be stubborn!!"

Mesya did not dare to raise his head because of Bhishma who did not want to be rebutted like that.

Silence occurred in the room that contained only those two people.

"Your contact is fine. The doctor said you were just too tired. Do not be much thought or stress because it can have a bad effect on him" Bhishma who could not stand the awkward atmosphere finally let out her voice. Now Bisma's tone is softer even though it still seems cold.

Mesya fell silent listening to all the explanations of Bhishma that were so impossible for Mesya. How could he not be too tired, while he just made money by walking every day. How could Mesya not have much thought while Mesya's life was like that. Mesya had to keep trying to survive in the middle of his already messy life.

"How do I bi..."

"No need to argue!! From tomorrow you don't have to work!! It's also what makes you tired until it ends like this"

Mesya again widened his eyes because of Bhishma who suddenly set it like that.

"But, brother, I have to make money for the cost of the exchange...."

"Don't think about how you're gonna make any more money. That would be my business!! Just follow my word and don't argue!!"

Mesya stared Can full of question marks. The man before him was getting increasingly strange. He was also upset that Bisma always cut off her babysitters.

"Why??" Bisma asked, conscious of Mesya's gaze upon him.

"Why is Brother Bisma behaving like this??" Ask Mesya with a wistful.

Bhishma threw her face to the side, ever since she realized there was a strange feeling in her to Mesya, she could not bear to see Mesya's face like that.

"Sister Bhishma need not do that to me if Sister Bisma only feels guilty, I never blame or hate Sister Bisma equally..."

"I just want you and my son to be okay"

Nyess.....