KARMAS
You're my responsibility

Since his return from the hospital this afternoon, Mesya just kept quiet in his room. There is so much on his mind right now. The presence of Bisma nearby actually makes his heart and mind think hard.

Indeed, Mesya was happy because his dream from the past was finally in sight. Living with Bhishma, continuing to be near her, receives gentle treatment from the man. But Mesya also felt scared at the same time.

Various questions came to Mesya's mind. What if Bhishma was just playing him?? What if Bhishma was actually just passing on her revenge intent in another way?? Or it could be that the Bhishma came just to take their child. The questions continued to spin in Mesya's head, which made Mesya hesitant to agree to the invitation of Bhishma to live together.

Mesya had indeed resigned about his love for Bhishma. But the seven-month-old fetus was the source of Mesya's power, he was also the only part of the bisma he had. So Mesiah would not have been able if later Bhishma would have taken half of his soul.

It did not feel like the hours were only Mesya spent in the room, until he forgot that he had not filled his stomach during the afternoon.

"Already maghrib, I better pray first and then find food. Rice at home is also difficult to run out" With his stomach that already looks big that Mesya moved from his hard bed. Took ablution water and prostrated to ask forgiveness for all his sins.

The day is not too late, even the streets are still crowded to just go out to find dinner. Mesya brought his small purse to go buy nutrition for his son.

"Where are you going??"

"Astaghfirullah" Mesya rubbed his chest because Bhishma was already behind him when he locked the door.

"You're looking for a little meal"

"Not yet covered you?? Don't you remember the last time you went out last night?? Want to be the victim of those village thugs again??" Mesya was upset that the new Bhishma had already shown his anger.

"Ngapain should be angry rich gini kak?? The rice at home is running out, and I'm hungry. What else if you don't come out??"

"Your phone I gave Mesya back. I told you that you need anything just call me!!" Reply Bisma does not want to lose. The woman in front of him was so stubborn.

"I just ti...."

"Don't want to trouble me?? Didn't she??" Cut Bisma.

Mesya just silently lowered his head. He knows enough himself not to take advantage of Bhishma at this time.

"Let's go in, I've brought us dinner" Bhishma showed me the bag she was carrying.

Mesya finally relented and opened the door to his house again.

Mesya continued to stand on the side of the door. Seeing the bisma who was taking out all the food she was carrying. Mesya also did not escape to pay attention to Bisma because she still uses her office clothes this morning.

"Didn't he go home first??" Inner Mesya.

"Why just stand there?? Come eat!! You take it easy, this is not the fast food I bought outside. I asked the housekeeper at Mama's house to cook it for you. So this is safe and healthy" explained Bisma.

"A ready-to-eat meal seems to be healthier than the food I used to eat" Inner Mesya again.

Mesya drew near to Bhishma. See how much food is on the table. A wide variety of tempting dishes processed with a fragrant smell evocative has Bisma prepared for Mesya.

"I-I take the plate first" Masya wanted to walk into the kitchen.

"Let me sit down!!" The commandment of Bhishma took Mesiah's hand and led him to where he had been sitting.

Mesya was really nervous at the moment. Treating Bisma at this time alone has made Mesya so lulled.

"Eat what you like, others let me eat" Bhishma said as she held out a plate to Mesya.

"Thank you Brother"

"Sir Bhishma don't papa, eat in a place like this??" Mesya was a little afraid to look at Bhishma, afraid that her words would offend the man.

"Not a problem at all. Let's eat fast, he said you were hungry. Poor of our son, he must be hungry"

Blush....

Mesya's cheeks were hot because of the Bhishma's words. Again the man could make him blush with just a little apron.

Mesya immediately took the food that was in front of him. Just by smelling him made Mesya swallow his saliva.

One mouthful went into Mesya's mouth. Her favorite tender beef cooked sweetly with soy sauce and other spices so spoil her tongue. For a long time Mesya did not eat the cuisine of his house so delicious as that. Unknowingly Mesya continued to put the food into his mouth quickly.

"Uhukis.. Uhuk..."

"Drink first" Bhishma held out a glass of water which she had also prepared.

"Slow down if you eat. I'm not going to finish it off" Bhishma's outstretched hand cleared the remaining water at the end of Mesya's lips.

The bisma treatment made him freeze. Mesya's eyes kept glued to Bhishma's handsome face. Then his gaze went down to Bhishma's lips. Mesya's mind instantly recalled when those full lips touched his lips last night.

"Yes, let's eat again" the Bhishma voice awakened Mesya from his delusion. Mesya shook his head to get rid of his strange thoughts.

"Yes Brother"

Bisma smiled seeing Mesya eat like that. Bhishma did not consider Mesya greedy, but Bhishma knew that Mesya had never eaten such good food after he had nothing.

"Tomorrow no work!!" How many times did Bhishma say that to Mesiah.

Bhishma saw that Mesya was still thinking and never answered Bhishma's request.

The bisma moved forward until it crouched in front of Mesya.

"Yes!!" For the second time Bhishma again held Mesya's hand.

"You have not thought again how to make money, how your labor costs will be if you do not work. You just stay at home and take care of your health. I'll take it all on from tomorrow"

Mesya looked down firmly on the face of Bhishma below him.

"Don't think about it if you trouble me. You are my responsibility, so say whatever you want to just me. Understood??" Mesya as if hypnotized with the gaze of Bhishma so deep that Mesya unconsciously nodded his head.

Bhishma gave her smile to Mesya which she had only given to Alya.

"Definitely sick??" Now Bhishma is training on the hands of Mesya who is in his grasp.

"Jek ya??" Mesya asked Bhishma again. He was actually embarrassed to show his hand that was injured due to soap allergy when he was a washing worker at that time.

"No, but this hand of yours makes me feel even more guilty about you. If it wasn't for me, surely your hands would still be smooth with your pretty nails. Again forgive me Mesya"

Cup..

Mesya's entire body rippled violently as Bisma dipped Mesya's palms reddened by the chipping.