Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Part 152's. BISMA SPIRIT

Feeling that she is not doing well, Dita began to take ablution water and teach. However, only a moment did he chant the Divine Kalam heard the sound of his bedroom door being pounded from outside. As if someone does not like what Dita is doing.

The longer Dita teachi, the greater the door slingshot is heard. She remembered the words of her late husband, Bhishma.

"Don't mind that voice, and keep teaching, my wife. I'm keeping you here!"

Of all Dita's husbands who have died, the one who reminds her that she always remembers God is only Bhishma. The warm and gentle figure of the man was truly the figure of a dream man. It's just that Allah loves him more until he is not so long.

"Can I get rid of all this? Why does it feel so hard."

The wind was so warm that it hit Dinda's body. In a moment there was a very fragrant and familiar aroma for Dinda.

"Is that really you, Mas," said Dinda after finishing her studies.

Dita immediately put the Qur'an back on the table. Then he sat down on the bed. One of his hands moved along the edge of the bed, imagining that Bhishma was sitting there.

In fact, the spirit of Bisma is currently visiting his wife. Although Bhishma became a ghost, he never intended to leave Dita. It's just that there is always a barrier wall that makes Bhishma not free to meet him.

"We, I hope that someday, you can be happy. I can't see you all the time like this. I'm sorry I can't take care of you like a husband."

Seen a regret within the eyelids of Bhishma. However, he could not do much more plus at this time he was just a ghostly figure. Can't leave quietly nor can it survive in the sky.

Dinda could feel the warmth on the side of her seat. That meant that there was someone other than her who was also sitting on the bed.

"Don't if your side feels warm that means there's another figure sitting next to you?"

At once Dinda's mind focused only on mending her husband, Bhishma. He really misses that figure right now.

"Mas, if you really come to me, then I just want to say if I'm okay."

"I really love you Anindita Ayu Puspa Batari.'

Cup

Bisma kissed Dita's forehead for a moment. As if he could feel the gentle touch of Bhishma, Dita closed her eyes for a moment.

Darling, Dita's inner eyes closed when she came home from the boarding school some time ago. From then on, if it was not for the spirit to allow Dita to see it, then the result would still be the same.

Knowing if anyone came to Dita's room, Mbok Nem immediately came to his room.

"You this ...."

Mbok Nem closed his eyes for a moment then his mouth began to commute to read the mantra. In his vision Mbok Nem could see who had come to Dita's room.

"Den Nice Bisma."

Instantly Bhishma heard the figure that was outside Dita's room.

"For what Mbok Nem called my name, does he mind me seeing my wife?Hm. .. I'd better get out of here before he makes trouble with me."

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Feeling that she is not doing well, Dita began to take ablution water and teach. However, only a moment did he chant the Divine Kalam heard the sound of his bedroom door being pounded from outside. As if someone does not like what Dita is doing.

The longer Dita teachi, the greater the door slingshot is heard. She remembered the words of her late husband, Bhishma.

"Don't mind that voice, and keep teaching, my wife. I'm keeping you here!"

Of all Dita's husbands who have died, the one who reminds her that she always remembers God is only Bhishma. The warm and gentle figure of the man was truly the figure of a dream man. It's just that Allah loves him more until he is not so long.

"Can I get rid of all this? Why does it feel so hard."

The wind was so warm that it hit Dinda's body. In a moment there was a very fragrant and familiar aroma for Dinda.

"Is that really you, Mas," said Dinda after finishing her studies.

Dita immediately put the Qur'an back on the table. Then he sat down on the bed. One of his hands moved along the edge of the bed, imagining that Bhishma was sitting there.

In fact, the spirit of Bisma is currently visiting his wife. Although Bhishma became a ghost, he never intended to leave Dita. It's just that there is always a barrier wall that makes Bhishma not free to meet him.

"We, I hope that someday, you can be happy. I can't see you all the time like this. I'm sorry I can't take care of you like a husband."

Seen a regret within the eyelids of Bhishma. However, he could not do much more plus at this time he was just a ghostly figure. Can't leave quietly nor can it survive in the sky.

Dinda could feel the warmth on the side of her seat. That meant that there was someone other than her who was also sitting on the bed.

"Don't if your side feels warm that means there's another figure sitting next to you?"

At once Dinda's mind focused only on mending her husband, Bhishma. He really misses that figure right now.

"Mas, if you really come to me, then I just want to say if I'm okay."

"I really love you Anindita Ayu Puspa Batari.'

Cup

Bisma kissed Dita's forehead for a moment. As if he could feel the gentle touch of Bhishma, Dita closed her eyes for a moment.

Darling, Dita's inner eyes closed when she came home from the boarding school some time ago. From then on, if it was not for the spirit to allow Dita to see it, then the result would still be the same.

Knowing if anyone came to Dita's room, Mbok Nem immediately came to his room.

"You this ...."

Mbok Nem closed his eyes for a moment then his mouth began to commute to read the mantra. In his vision Mbok Nem could see who had come to Dita's room.

"Den Nice Bisma."

Instantly Bhishma heard the figure that was outside Dita's room.

"For what Mbok Nem called my name, does he mind me seeing my wife?Hm. .. I'd better get out of here before he makes trouble with me."

Feeling that she is not doing well, Dita began to take ablution water and teach. However, only a moment did he chant the Divine Kalam heard the sound of his bedroom door being pounded from outside. As if someone does not like what Dita is doing.

The longer Dita teachi, the greater the door slingshot is heard. She remembered the words of her late husband, Bhishma.

"Don't mind that voice, and keep teaching, my wife. I'm keeping you here!"

Of all Dita's husbands who have died, the one who reminds her that she always remembers God is only Bhishma. The warm and gentle figure of the man was truly the figure of a dream man. It's just that Allah loves him more until he is not so long.

"Can I get rid of all this? Why does it feel so hard."

The wind was so warm that it hit Dinda's body. In a moment there was a very fragrant and familiar aroma for Dinda.

"Is that really you, Mas," said Dinda after finishing her studies.

Dita immediately put the Qur'an back on the table. Then he sat down on the bed. One of his hands moved along the edge of the bed, imagining that Bhishma was sitting there.

In fact, the spirit of Bisma is currently visiting his wife. Although Bhishma became a ghost, he never intended to leave Dita. It's just that there is always a barrier wall that makes Bhishma not free to meet him.

"We, I hope that someday, you can be happy. I can't see you all the time like this. I'm sorry I can't take care of you like a husband."

Seen a regret within the eyelids of Bhishma. However, he could not do much more plus at this time he was just a ghostly figure. Can't leave quietly nor can it survive in the sky.

Dinda could feel the warmth on the side of her seat. That meant that there was someone other than her who was also sitting on the bed.

"Don't if your side feels warm that means there's another figure sitting next to you?"

At once Dinda's mind focused only on mending her husband, Bhishma. He really misses that figure right now.

"Mas, if you really come to me, then I just want to say if I'm okay."

"I really love you Anindita Ayu Puspa Batari.'

Cup

Bisma kissed Dita's forehead for a moment. As if he could feel the gentle touch of Bhishma, Dita closed her eyes for a moment.

Darling, Dita's inner eyes closed when she came home from the boarding school some time ago. From then on, if it was not for the spirit to allow Dita to see it, then the result would still be the same.

Knowing if anyone came to Dita's room, Mbok Nem immediately came to his room.

"You this ...."

Mbok Nem closed his eyes for a moment then his mouth began to commute to read the mantra. In his vision Mbok Nem could see who had come to Dita's room.

"Den Nice Bisma."

Instantly Bhishma heard the figure that was outside Dita's room.

"For what Mbok Nem called my name, does he mind me seeing my wife?Hm. .. I'd better get out of here before he makes trouble with me."