Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Chapter 82. STUNNED
After bathing and cleaning for approximately thirty minutes, Dita left the room. She saw that her husband was not in the room.
"Where is Bhishma?" mumbling worried.
"I'd better decorate it for her because somehow I don't feel busy."
Not finding her husband, Dita then makeup herself as natural as possible, because basically Dita does not like to wear makeup.
That morning, he applied a thin powder and gave a touch of blush and decorated his eyes with black eyeshadow. Not forgetting the pink lipstick adorning her tiny lips.
"What happened to last night? Why don't I feel calm?" he said while looking at his reflection in front of the mirror.
"May all be well. Can't bear it if I have to fight as much as possible then I have to crash far."
Because Dita was so engrossed in the decoration he did not realize that Bhishma was already in the room. Meanwhile, Bisma watched his wife closely. There's nothing more fun than seeing his wife dressed up.
When Dita tied hair with a model ponytail, Dita's neckline looks white and smooth. The bisma that had just entered the room until it swallowed its saliva with difficulty.
"It's pretty, but I have to hold it for seven days!" bisma reminded herself.
Dita who felt her husband had just entered the room immediately completed the ornate ritual in front of the mirror.
"Mas, since when was it there? I thought Mas was gone."
"Where to? Isn't Mas's wife still here?"
"Eh, yes. He he ...."
Instead of coming to Dita's place, Bisma continued her steps towards the bed then she patted the mattress nearby.
"Sit here!" bisma's Edict to his wife.
Dita who was timid immediately sat right by her husband's side at his request. It turns out that Bisma took the breakfast menu earlier and intended to feed Dita.
"Open his mouth, Deck!" bisma said while holding a spoon containing rice and side dishes.
"Eh, let me eat myself, Mas," said Dita was not happy.
Dita wants to take over the spoon from Bhishma's hand. But his efforts were unsuccessful because the power of Bhishma was much greater than him.
"Let me feed you, Dek."
The words of bisma seem certain.
"But Dita can be alone, Mas."
Bhishma looked gently at Dita, of course the gentle look of Bisma made Dita crumble and fascinated.
"How about, do you still want to eat by yourself?"
Dita shook her head, at first she felt ashamed of the sweet treatment of Bhishma. But over time he also collapsed.
Previously Dita did not want to look at Bhishma at all and lowered her gaze more, but Bisma was able to make Dita not think of Danu back. At the same time, over time his heart and mind seemed to feel something else for Bhishma.
"Dad?"
"Hm, what's wrong, Mum?"
"May I talk to you about something serious?"
Dita nodded in agreement, even though her mind had already felt an unpleasant thing.
"Why is my mind so bad?" mummified Dita.
"I apologize in advance to you, if any word from me will offend you or mean nothing to you."
"Yes, just say it."
"So this way, maybe some days we will not have sex first, until about a week or a day. You don't mind, do you?"
"*Why indeed? Is there something wrong with me, or is this a reason why last night, Mas Bhishma didn't touch me*."
Dita's heart was turbulent and confused about her husband's words just now.
"You're not offended, are you. I wish that this way we could live together after that, so I'm doing that."
Although it was painful, Dita strengthened her heart and pretended it was okay.
"I respect whatever the decision of, Mr. Bhishma, the most important thing is that we stick together."
Bisma smiled in relief at Dita's words afterwards.
"Aamiin's."
"Yes, we continue to eat, then we go forward."
Dita nodded in agreement. Bisma painstakingly feeds Dita. Sometimes to ward off awkwardness, Bisma tells a funny story to Dita. Of course Dita was amused by this.
"It turns out that the words of the people in desami are very true, you are very beautiful," Bisma praised directly to his wife.
"Oh, who said it, Mom. The more beautiful and charming are also many lo, let alone the fate of their love story is much luckier."
"Don't say that, it's not good to waste a chance on life. Don't judge something by anything else, so that our lives can be better. But do your best version at all times."
It is undeniable, Dita is very beautiful to make Bisma comfortable close to her. Similarly, Dita is comfortable because of the nature of Bhishma that can make the atmosphere comfortable.
Though Dita a very rare woman can be familiar with the opposite sex, but Bhishma can steal Dita's heart.
"It turns out that my thinking was wrong, adjacent to Mas Bhishma could expel all this heartbreak" he murmured.
Somehow Bhishma looks very different and "ngemong" on Dita. So Dita was very comfortable with him.
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Danu still looks unwilling to leave the village where Grandma Romlah and Dita live. I don't know why he wanted to go back to the village so quickly. His premonition said that there would be something big going on there. Danu doesn't know what to do right now.
As the bus that Danu was riding through the forest, a woman with a pale face looked at him. As far as the bus goes, the shadow of the woman always appears.
"Why does he seem to be following me, huh?"
Danu scratched his nape which was not itchy. I don't know why the feathers bristled. Then a moment later Danu turned back to the window and the figure had already disappeared. Danu stroked her chest that was beating fast.
"Bak fare!' exclaimed the bus kernet asking for fare on passengers beside Danu.
"I sat alone, then who was sitting next to me?"
Despite the fear, Danu turned to her side and it turned out that the pale-faced woman standing on the side of the road had already sat beside Danu.
"Yes, yes, Mas?" passenger next to Danu.
Frightened Danu turned her head and sure enough the woman was already sitting next to him. His gaze that was originally pointing forward now turned and turned towards Danu. His face was flat with no face at all. Of course, that surprised Danu.
"Astaghfirullah, Ma'am, where's the face?"
"Hihihi .. My face is here, Mas. Please put dong on!" he said while carrying flaking facial skin and full of blood.
"Nooooo!"
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