KARMAS
I love you too

Bisma carried Mesya up to her room. Mesya's wet body was so limp that even Bhishma could not bear to let Mesya walk alone from the bottom up to his apartment.

"Can you change your clothes??" Bhishma put his clothes next to Mesiah, who was sitting on his bed.

Mesya just nodded answering the question of Bhishma.

"If so I go out first, want to order a meal for us" Before coming out of his room, Bisma had rubbed Mesya's head gently.

Mesya grabbed the clothes given by Bhishma. Already guessed if it was the man's shirt. Its large size already answered everything.

Mesya walks limp to the bathroom to clean up the sticky collapse. He hasn't even had a shower since morning.

Either the decision he took to go with Bhishma was right or wrong. But hearing Bhishma yell out in such frustration just now made Mesya's heart melt again. Indeed it seems that in his dictionary there will never be a word of hate on Bhishma.

Mesya came back out after changing into a Bhishma shirt that covered his body to the extent of the thigh. Although Mesya's stomach is large, but the shirt still looks big in Mesya's wear.

"It's over??" Mesya was aghast because Bisma had returned to her room.

"Already" answered Mesya with a small voice.

Bhishma approached leading Mesya who was walking looking for a handle around him.

"We eat all of them, right?? The food has come" Again Mesya just nodded.

"Sister!!" Mesya was jolted because his body suddenly floated because of the Bisma who was carrying him.

"I can walk alone Brother"

"No papa, your body is still weak, so just obey"

Bisma dropped off Mesya after arriving at the dinner table. There is difficult to find many foods ordered by Bhishma.

"Let's eat" Bisma spooned the rice to a Mesya plate.

The two of them ate in silence although Bhishma kept glancing at Mesya who had rarely ever let out his voice.

"Let me, let me take you to the room" Bhishma prevented Mesya from washing her dirty dishes.

"But I walk alone" said Mesya before Bhishma carried him again.

Bhishma finally relented, she simply embraced Mesya's waist back into her room.

"Break up, I'm out for a while" Bhishma tidied up the blanket that covered Mesya's pale body.

The intention of the Bhishma had to be stopped because Mesya was holding the hand of Bhishma.

"Where are you, brother?? Can you hang out with me for a second??" Bhishma finally returned to look at Mesya's teary eyes.

"Hey why?? Don't cry, I'm not going anywhere" Bisma crouched down on the bed-ridden side of Mesya.

"Sister, am I really not forgivable??" Those tears started to flow.

"I have already taken the punishment for my actions. I have also apologized to Alya's father, but there seems to be no apology for me" continued Mesya with a trembling voice.

"Mesya, Om Kusworo is still wrapped in deep sorrow to do something like this. Maybe as time goes by, Om Kusworo can forgive you" Bhishma tries to calm Mesya, even though he himself is not sure of his words.

"Then what Alya's father said was true, sister?? You just want our son, and then when he's born, you'll take him from me?? Are those love words really for me, or are they just words of booze to make me believe in me??" Mesya issued a question that he had been keeping up since.

"Mesya" Bhishma's hand so gently rubbed Mesya's head.

"Look at me, look me in the eye!! Did you find any lies there?" Mesya.

"I sincerely love you. That feeling of hate went nowhere until I lost you, it felt like my world was collapsing" said Bisma.

"Hiks.hiks.. I'm afraid Brother"

Red bisma Mesya hands into his grasp.

"So when I came back to the streets without the dime I brought, I was so scared. I don't know what else to do, I don't have a purpose at all I don't have anyone else. While I was also afraid to meet you because I imagined Alya's father's words were true. I'm scared Brother"

Bhishma brought Mesya's hand to her cheek. Kissed her with the soft palms of Mesya.

"Don't be afraid anymore now, I'm here for you, for our son" Bhishma's right hand caressed Mesya's belly from under the covers.

"Don't doubt me, 'cause now I don't doubt my feelings for you"

The eyes of the two of them drugged each other, for a few seconds not even sidetracked in the slightest.

"Sister, if only this were all a dream. Can I not wake up again??" Suddenly Mesya asked like that to Bhishma.

"Why??" Ask gentle bisma.

"I feel like my evil nature has re-emerged in the hope that I won't wake up again" Mesya continued.

For him, all this is impossible. Bhishma could come to her side and be gentle like Alya had treated her first. Also the word of love that came out of the man's lips, all felt mortal.

"If this is a dream, what will you do when you wake up??"

It seemed that Mesya was unable to answer Bhishma's question. Because that's what he's afraid of right now.

"Maybe I'll get away from you, and get away from you. I won't interfere with your and Alya's relationship anymore. I won't use any more cunning means to attract your attention. Either way, if you are not for me, then all my efforts will be in vain. I better learn to forget you. Seeing you happy means more to me than it does to you breaking down like you lost Alya"

"But none of it was a dream, I'm yours now. So don't even think about getting away from me"

The answer of Bisma's sari was able to make Mesya aware of that reality.

"I love you Brother, from the past until now. Whether in reality or in a dream even if that sense never changes for you" The reply to the love expression of Bhishma just came out this time from Mesya.

"I know it's hard to tell the difference between love and obsession. Although me and the people around us see your love as just an obsession, but in fact there is a huge love for me. Thank you for that great love Mesya. I love you too"

A faint smile of blushing cheeks was clearly imprinted on Mesya's face. He blushed with the sweet greeting of the bisma.

"Sister, may I ask one thing from you??" Mesya's voice still ruffled and sometimes disappeared.

"What is it, just say it"

"May I call you Mas??"

"Why??" A very easy request actually for Bhishma. But Bhishma wanted to know why Mesya changed his call to Bhishma.

"Honestly, I have been jealous of Alya calling you that call. It feels warm to call you Mas Bisma. While Sister Bisma who I often call is only a sister class call for her level brother at school" explained Mesya sadly.

"Mesya, you don't need to envy Alya. You are quite yourself" said Bisma, who is now sitting on the floor to accompany Mesya next to her.

"So can't you??" Bhishma saw a disappointed look in Mesya's eyes.

"Of course you can, from now on you want to call me anything you can, call dear also can" Bhishma deliberately poked Mesya's chin to tease him.

Mesya remembered when Bhishma found him. Bisma called him "Honey". Of course it made Mesya's heart flutter. He only hoped that Bisma would not hear the sound of Mesya's heart that was like the drums of war right now.

"I have something for you" Bisma stood up to her desk. Take something out of the drawer over there.

"What is it Brother??"

Bhishma sat down again at the side of Mesiah just like before.

"It"

Mesya looked up at a necklace dangling in the hand of Bhishma.

"This is the necklace.."

"Yes, this is the necklace you pawned at the antiques place"

Mesya still wonders how Bhishma got the necklace. He did not even expect to get the necklace back because he had no money to make up for it.

"But how did Bhishma get this necklace??"

"It was me and Ferry following you all the way to that store. And once you get out of there, Ferry goes straight in to make up for it"

Mesya touched the gift necklace from his mother with a full day.

"Wake up first, I'll put up??"

Bhishma put the beautiful necklace around Mesya's neck. Finally the necklace returned to where it should be.

"Thank you Brother"

"Together, now rest, I sleep outside. If you need anything, call me??"

"Yes, Mas Bhishma" Mesya turned his reddened face after calling out such a Bhishma.

Bisma chuckles at Mesya's adorable behavior.

"Good sleep dear" Sweet speech from Bisma as a sleep conductor actually makes Mesya's chest more burned.

CUPS...

The bisma kissed Masya's forehead at a glance. Bhishma had really made Mesya unable to move his body at all because it was frozen by the words and treatment of Bhishma.

"You have a fever??" Bhishma could feel the heat from Mesya's forehead in her aunt.