KARMAS
Mesya Decree

"Bu Mesya, I'm going home first??" Susi finally decided to go into the room Mesya after seeing the room lights his boss never go out.

"Yes Sus. You just go home, don't wait for me. My work is still a lot" Susi nodded seeing Mesya still kept busy with her sewing machine.

"Then I go now, ma'am"

"Hemm, don't forget to close the door" Mesya's eyes did not switch from his job at all. What was in his mind was how the cloth in his hand now quickly finished forming a wedding dress belonging to Bhishma.

After the departure of Bisma this afternoon, Mesya immediately did what he had promised to the Bhishma. By skipping his dinner, Mesya continued to struggle with the cloths.

Mesya's deft hand continued to push his cloth through the needle with the thread that bound it. He did not feel the time had gone so fast that everything was finished by dawn.

Mesya pairs a tuxedo on a model that seems to have the exact same body size as Bhishma. So fit and looks dashing only in pairs in a statue like that. Especially if the woman wears it.

"really beautiful. Especially if Mas Bhishma was wearing it" Mesya rubbed the statue's shoulders, as if the one in front of him right now was his man.

"Alya must be very happy because soon will be with a man like you Mas" Mesya commented his smile imagining how the Bisma who will look very handsome wearing the tuxedo.

"I too will soon marry you Mas, had I not woken up from our dream" Mesya wiped his tears rough.

"No, the marriage between me and you will never happen. I forgot that the end of our dream was farewell. That's a sign we were never meant to be together"

Now Mesya wrapped his hands around the waist of the model. Pasting his head on a hard chest that is not as warm as Bhishma's.

"Maybe I'm crazy for thinking this ugly statue of you. But I would love to feel the warmth of your embrace again with a state that is not this complicated"

"Why does it feel like I have to be this sick?? Hikk..hiks..."

Mesya clutched the statue tightly with his tears spilling. Mesya also still remembers very well the heart of Bhishma who beat very fast when he hugged her yesterday.

"My promise I've kept Mas. This shirt will lead you to your happiness. Now it's time for me to go. I don't want my presence here to keep you talking about our dreams" Mesya let go of his arms, then tidied back his tuxedo. Fortunately, the wedding dress was not wet with tears.

"I don't want my heart to hurt either. I'm happy if you're happy. But without a doubt I have also hurt my own heart. So this is my best decision"

"Goodbye, thank you for the wonderful memories we've had even if it was just a dream"

Mesya took the bag and also the car keys. Today was the day he had to keep one more promise. The promise he made in his dream was to stay away from Bhishma.

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If Mesya was deliberately not sleeping because he finished his work, then it is different from Bhishma who can not fall asleep at all.

Lately not only his mind and heart are disturbed, but also his pattern of life is messy.

Eating irregularly, sleeping can never be calm. Really Bhishma does not want to be trapped in this situation actually.

The bisma waved her blanket violently. The tall man chose to sit on the sofa facing the window.

"Sad..." Bisma smiled wryly with her own thoughts.

"Creatures called women are indeed strange" Cibir Bisma.

"When I didn't care, he did everything to get my attention. But now, as I began to pay attention to him, to love him, he simply said he wanted to forget me" Bhishma kept remembering how Mesya's denials had been.

"It's impossible that he said he would be happy to see someone he loves marrying another woman. The reason was so classic" She wanted to find a way to hold Mesya by her side, but she realized that she had to solve her problem with Alya first.

"Alright Mesya, if that's what you want. I will show you if I can be truly happy without begging you for such love. After all, Alya has filled my heart for a long time, it will definitely not be difficult to return that love.

Perhaps this is the final decision of the bisma. Pursuing Mesya continuously would also not be good for the three of them. Here the most hurt was Alya later, and Bhishma had thought about it.

Bisma then returned to her bed. Grab the expensive cell phone that's still lying there. Bhishma seemed annoyed with herself because she forgot not to return a message from Alya. Unknowingly, the attitude of the Bhishma had made Alya think that her lover had changed.