KARMAS
Loving another woman

This evening the bisma became unsettled. The happiness he felt these few days with Mesya should be affected by the message from someone. Now Bisma is more afraid if she will not be able to be with Masya again after this.

"What should I do??" Bisma kept pacing around in her apartment room.

"I don't care, no matter how. I have to protect Mesya and our son. Now they are the most precious to me. I won't let anyone hurt Mesya again. It was just me who got him hurt last night. I don't want to make him sick anymore"

"Now only Mesya and my son will be my future. I don't want to regret losing them"

Bhishma took her phone again, then typed in a reply message for the person.

In the meantime, Bhishma will follow the man's wishes first so that he does not act recklessly and harm Mesya and their child.

After a night of sleeplessness, the next morning Bisma returned to the house of Mesya.

"What does this all mean, brother??"

Mesya who was drying his clothes was surprised by the arrival of Bhishma with many things he carried.

"Of course it's to fill your house" replied Bhishma casually.

"Yes, but why??" Mesya still does not know what the real intentions of Bhishma are.

"Yes, you don't want to move out of here, do you?? That's why I brought all this here. The mattress is so you are more comfortable sleeping. I also have a big sofa so you have no reason to refuse me to sleep here, and many more"

Two men brought by Bisma also Ferry had entered Mesya's house and ransacked inside. They did that at the request of Bisma to make the Mesya house more comfortable.

"I-this what's sister??" Actually Mesya already knows what is in front of him. But Mesya had no idea why Bhishma had brought that thing for him.

"This is for you. I know that you must be bored at home because you don't work anymore. So I brought this machine. You can channel your talents again like before. Great designer" Praise Bisma to Mesya. Bhishma did acknowledge Mesya's skills in that regard. Although the construction of the Mesya boutique did not escape the interference of Papa Mesya, but Mesya managed to prove his work was much in demand. Unlike Alya who built his boutique from scratch.

Mesya almost cried at this moment. He suddenly remembered the shop he had sold. Brand name must have drowned not in people remember anymore.

"So Sister" Bhishma's body stiffened as Mesya suddenly hugged her.

Usually it was Bhishma who made Mesya nervous like that, but now Mesya has managed to turn things around.

"You like??"

"Like Brother, thank you very much" Mesya inhaled the fragrance of Bisma deeply.

"I'm glad that you like" Bisma wrapped her hands around Mesya's waist and back to return her embrace. For some reason, only with such a hug did Bhishma feel comfortable and find her home again.

"Mak Mesya!! Is her husband home??" The voice instantly made Mesya let go of his embrace of Bhishma.

Mesya turned to Bhishma, not knowing what to answer.

"Yes, I'm her husband Mesya!!" Answer Bhishma firmly. He was a little dislike of Mesya's neighbors. Those who almost drove out Mesya.

Mesya was still flabbergasted staring at Bhishma. The man so easily confessed that he was Mesya's husband.

"Yes ma'am, get over again"

"If I had a gini-rich model, I wouldn't live in a gini-rich slum house"

"Yes, ma'am, so suspicious. Who's really in trouble. Let's not let his strange wife be dumped by her husband" The three of them giggled with their silly thoughts.

While Mesya's ears are already very hot at this time.

"I'm sorry, what's the need, Mom?? Have you gathered in the morning in front of my house??" Mesya tried to temper his emotions.

"Yes there's nothing. We're just wondering where you got the money to buy that much stuff. Not the result of a mistress. Yes understand me, Mas, we have never seen her husband Mesya. We are still curious. Aren't they mothers??"

"Betuull" answered the other two.

Bhishma could see Mesya who was holding back his anger because of the words of those who liked to gossip.

"Mesya is the only woman in my life. She's not a mistress like you think. And the problem of Mesya living alone here, it was purely my fault that had let him down. But now you've seen for yourself that I've come here to see my wife. So after this I hope you guys no longer harass my wife. My wife needs peace of mind for her health and for our son. If you don't have anything else you want to know, please leave"

Mesya was only fixated on hearing all the words that Bhishma put out to defend himself. She acted as a real husband in front of the neighbor.

"That's aja sewot. Come on ladies, let's just get out of here!!"

The three of them completely left the house of Mesya after getting an answer they thought was uncomfortable from Bhishma.

"Already, don't think about it" Bhishma rubbed Mesya's head gently.

"No, my sister, what they say is not entirely wrong. I'm not a good woman. If only they knew the truth, maybe they would laugh at me right now" Mesya bowed sadly.

"I won't let them do that to you. It is small for me to destroy them" Bhishma shows seriousness in every word.

"Sir, I believe that it is easy for you, just as you did it for me. But I don't want to see people go through hard times like me. So just let them go, huh??"

The messya in the eyes of Bhishma completely changed at this moment. The woman in front of him was no longer the arrogant, rude and ambitious woman she once was.

Somehow Bhishma seemed to be sedated by the present Mesya. It felt like Bisma was unable to deny the feeling that was attacking her at the moment.

"Yes??"

Mesya looked at Bisma with his frown.

"How do you think Alya would feel up there if I loved another woman"

Degs...

Mesya's heart was like a huge rock. It hurts and it hurts so much inside there.