KARMAS
Prospective parents who failed

Both are back in silence. After the confession of Bhishma earlier if the child in the womb Mesya is his child, Mesya immediately fell silent. Mesya did not want to lie if he felt happy about the confession. Many times Mesya rubbed his stomach gently, he wanted to convey the good news to his son.

Occasionally Mesya just glanced at Bisma who was sitting quietly beside him while playing her phone.

"Why should he sit here, why not on the sofa a little far away from me?? This kind of position makes me uncomfortable. My heart felt like it wanted to jump out" Gerrutu Mesya inwardly.

"Why??" Bisma Lyrics.

"No papa" replied Mesya nervously.

"Excuse me, it's time for the medicine. Don't forget to eat first, Mom. Here's the cure, make sure his wife takes it sir" said a nurse that no doubt make Mesya's cheeks reddened.

"Yes, thank you" Bisma received some medicine in the cup that the nurse gave her earlier.

"What do you want to eat?? Let Ferry buy it".

"Why is Brother Bisma so gentle like this??" Inner Mesya.

"Yes??" The call of Bhishma awakens Mesya from his daydream.

"L-yes, eat anything, which is important to be full"

"It is only fitting that my son could be underweight. Meal alone is not noticed" Cibir Bisma blatantly in front of Mesya.

"Not that I didn't notice him, brother. I love him, absolutely anything. But my money won't be enough to buy him healthy food. It's also what I regret to date for feeling like a failed mother-to-be" Mesya turned his face the other way. She did not want Bhishma to see her tears falling back.

Those hurtful words came out so smoothly from the lips of Bhishma. He didn't know if it was painful for Mesya.

"Here, don't cry anymore. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to offend you" Bhishma regretted not being able to control her sharp-witted tongue.

"There's no need to apologize Brother, what you said was nothing wrong" Mesya still refused to show his face to Bhishma.

Bisma threw her breath out violently. He cursed himself who often went out of control in the presence of Mesya. He seems to have not been able to adjust to the current Mesya.

"Yes"

Mesya had to be back in made stiff because his hand was grabbed by Bhishma. But a second later Mesya immediately pulled his hand back.

Bhishma felt her heart throb as Mesya put away her hand and hid it from Bhishma. Not because of his rejection, but because Mesya's hands are no longer beautiful nails, no longer smooth and smooth as before. Plus Mesya's palms look peeling, that's what makes the heart of Bhishma sick.

"If you call yourself a failed mother candidate, then what about me??"

Mesya berahan moved his head to look at the desperate-sounding man.

"What about me?? Not only did I fail to become a father-to-be, but I did not deserve to be a Father. I'm evil, I'm vile, I've even said I want to wipe out my own flesh and blood. Is it still appropriate for me to be called the future father of Sya??"

Mesya's lips began to tremble. As hard as she could, she bit her lips to hold back that cry. But the stuffing started to slip from his lips.

"Hiks.. Hicks.."

For the second time, Mesya's cries completely broke in the presence of Bhishma after Bhishma hugged Mesya yesterday.

Bhishma again drew Mesya's hand, this time with a bit of coercion as Mesya kept trying to hold his own.

Bisma rubbed the surface of Mesya's wounded hand.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I was wrong, I'm sorry" Bhishma glazed over at Mesya. He further cursed himself because the hand of Mesya was proof that Mesya could suffer because of him.

Mesya could only cry without being able to chimed in an apology from Bhishma. All of this pain he had endured these months had finally found its end. The bisma by itself came and apologized to him. Although Mesya was aware that everything Bhishma did was started from himself.

"Don't cry anymore Mesya. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't see you crying like this" Bisma got up from her chair. His moving hand covered the mesya face to wipe away the tears that had come out too much because of him.

"Sorry" said Bisma once more in her almost inaudible voice.

"You're not wrong, all this is karma from my own actions"

The bisma immediately drew Mesya into his arms. Letting the frail woman spill a cry in her arms.

There was no rejection from Mesya at all. A hug that Mesya always craved from long ago. The warmth of the chest of the prick who had always been a mere Mesya wishful thinking now really held it tightly.

For a while they were both comfortable in such a position. Things they had never done before felt so warm to both of them. In the arms of Bhishma, someone who clearly ruined Mesya's life, insulting, berating, even torturing Mesya felt very comfortable. It was like he had another home for her.

The same thing is true in the natural bisma. From the beginning, only Alya made her comfortable so that she could not turn to any woman for many years. But Bisma never thought that with Mesya, the woman she hated so much, she could be that comfortable.

"It is time to eat, pity our child in there must have been very hungry" Mesya's heart was again made to vibrate violently after the hug earlier.

"Our son?? Sister Bisma called him our son??" Repeat Mesya in the heart.

"What do you want to eat??" Bisma asked again after that question produced a cry from Mesya.

"Anything" Mesya was still afraid to stare at Bhishma.

"Well, Ferry will be bringing it for you soon" Bisma said after fiddling with her phone.

"Sister Bhishma didn't go to the office??"

"You kicked me out??" Sinis Bisma does not accept.

"Bu-not that I mean" Mesya realized that the question had ignited anger in Bhishma.

"If I go, who will look after you here??" The back question from Bisma made Mesya look down sad. He forgot that he had no one in the world anymore.

"Not ask much. You just need to rest here until your condition improves. Follow all my words and do not even deny them. Understood??"

"Why did this man become a handyman set up like this??" Inner Mesya.

"No need to grumble like that, I know what's inside your brain right now" Mesya gasped for a moment. Mesya just found out that Bhishma turned out to have a hidden ability.

"Boss!" Ferry came with a lot of food in his hands.

"I've been looking for food everywhere but there's no such thing as anything. So I bought all this, please choose whatever this Miss wants" Ferry's style of language was suddenly formal because there was Mesya there.

"Hemm, just put it on the table" Bisma's orders.

"I'm sorry first" Bisma just glanced at Ferry with careless breath because she had to bend her body before coming out of the Mesya ward.

"Excessive, you fool!!" Bisma's lips managed to invite a smile from Mesya.

"Beautiful" Chirped Bisma as she looked at the thin smile from Mesya's pink lips.

"What Brother??" Mesya had heard an impossible word Bhishma had told him.

"No, it looks like your ears are in trouble"