Papa, I Need A Mama
Episode 15's

" Why are you here? Go, I want to be alone ! "

Bhishma, it doesn't matter that she locked the door to Jihan's room. Then, he approached his wife.

" It's Jihan, please let Abah go. Can't drag on in grief like this. Poor Abah, he will be tormented if you behave like this ! "

" But you better get out of my room. Oh, I forgot, we should get divorced! "

Hearing the word divorce, Bisma wrathfully. Divorce is the thing he hates the most. Even though she doesn't love Jihan, she really doesn't want a divorce. Bhishma, not knowing, is clear she is currently she does not want to leave Jihan alone. He, sitting next to Jihan, meanwhile Jihan actually threw away her face. But, Bhishma with all his strength, he took the wife. So, when the two faced each other, Jihan looked at the husband's face right in front of her.

" Sir, put me down ! "

" No, before you stop getting angry. New, I'll drop you ! "

" No, they've gone too far. Father, instead of defending them, are you sane? "

Instead of being angry, Bisma rubbed his wife's face gently. She, smiling sweetly, made Jihan feel astonished by him.

" Why smile, sir ? Weird "

" Continue, what should I do? "

" No idea, you want how. Already put me down, we can't be like this. You already have Ms. Karina, so you better not make me fall in love with you . Because, in my lifetime, I have never dated, let alone touched a man. Let go of me sir, why confide in ya! "

Jihan's cheeks are red, making Bhishma, teasing her.

" That's your first kiss. When we're in the car, right? "

Jihan, lowering her head she was ashamed of really not expecting that incident, was still remembered by Bhishma. In fact, it has been 2 weeks. Supposedly, a man like Bhishma could forget about the incident. Because, beside him was a beautiful and sexy woman accompanying him.

" Here, bow down I want to see your face, up close! "

Jihan, obey her husband's wishes.

" Near by again ! "

Now, their faces are really close. The noses of the two almost collided, Bisma smiled as she looked at the wife's face from such a close distance like this.

" Sir, we'd better take a shower . After the funeral, Pamali said ! "

" Oh yeah ? "

Jihan, nod.

" Oh yeah, take a shower with yuk! "

" No ah, shame ! "

" Okay, but a kiss can ya ? "

" Sir, don't start ! "

" I mean, you are as disobedient as a husband ! "

Jihan, look at the husband's face. She, bringing her face gently rubbed her husband's cheek, then put her lips on the man's cheek.

" Yes, now let me go. Take a shower, sir ! "

" Yes, go ahead!"

Bhishma, finally let go of his embrace to his wife. Jihan, meanwhile, immediately took a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom. She, did not know if her husband was watching her.

" The girl is too innocent, I guess she's experienced in such a thing. Nowadays, it is rare for a girl to take care of herself. I was lucky to marry him. Karina, I'm sorry, maybe I'll cut off my relationship with you. Because, Jihan is just a foster child, she has no one here. Either both of her biological parents are alive, or they're gone. I don't know ! " inner Bisma.

" Bishma sir, I've taken a shower. Please take a shower, do you bring no clothes? Your clothes are just that. Wait a minute, I have a guy's shirt, it might fit you. You see, the kegedean in me ! "

His wife, out wearing Muslim clothes, may still be in a state of grief. So, the girl was still wearing those clothes. Bhishma, who was originally ordinary, suddenly raised her tone, hearing Jihan's words, about the clothes of men.

" Whose clothes are they, when do women have men's clothes ? "

" Bath first, I'll explain. What do you want to drink, hot coffee or tea? "

" I'm hungry, Ji. Can you make me some fried rice? "

" Well, what kind of wife am I, she could starve her husband. Yes, I'll make it, drink it what ? "

" White water is enough, no need to bother. Yeah, I'm gonna take a shower, okay ?"

Jihan came out of her room, she was already greeted by her foster mother .

" Geulis, I want to talk to you ! "

" Yes, ma'am, how? "

" You, and Nak Bhishma, have done the ijab qobul. That is, you have promised to be husband and wife in the eyes of Allah Ta'ala. So, please do what your husband says. As long as, his orders were not something bad. You, no need to follow his orders. Do you understand, Geulis? "

" Yes Ema, Jihan Understand ! "

" Yes, what do you want to do Geulis ? "

" Want to make fried rice, Mas Bisma has not eaten he said. Ema, hungry don't let me make it!"

" Oh yes, please. No dear, we were treated with my Father Nak Bhishma, so we are full ! "

" I'm the same with Bhishma not in buyin? "

" You are newlyweds, so let yourself say.No need, buy it ! "

" Wicked, yes already, Jihan wants to cook fried rice for Mas Bhisma, afraid she will starve again ! "

" Yes there ! "

Not long after Jihan came into the kitchen, Bisma came out of his wife's room. Murniati, interestingly, made the man a little surprised.

" I'm sorry son, there's something Ema wants to tell you ! "

Bisma nodded, though,

" Okay, let's talk ma'am ! "

" Look, my Bhishma. Can you promise to love Jihan completely?"

Forehead Bisma, wrinkled .

" What Mom, eammm, yes I promise ! "

" Daughter, I'm picking up Jihan. That she, the good girl, never neko-neko. He never dated, all he thought about was working and continuing to work to make money. And make us happy, but we are not her real parents. But he loves us so much, like a child loves his parents. So, please son, take good care of Jihan. Don't let it, you hurt him ! "

" I. inshaallah ma'am, I will not make her cry ! "

" Yes, now you meet him . Looks like your wife has finished her cooking! "

" Okay, ma'am, excuse me ! "

Ema, nodding, smiling.

" Have you finished cooking ? "

" Yes, I want to serve you! "

" Yes, can you try it? "

Bhishma, getting closer to his wife. Meanwhile, Jihan who is not used to being close to men. He, immediately served his fried rice, to the simple dining table. Of course, it made Bhishma a little disappointed. But, indeed his wife is innocent, and maybe the time is also not right. Still in a mourning mood, so he shouldn't be rash .

" Mum, this is eating his fried rice! "

" Yes, you eat too ? "

" Well, the guy I haven't eaten. The other mah treatedir Papa Father, it is we both not in itung. Overall ! "

Bisma smiled, and ruffled his wife's hair.

" Bishma sir, wash your hands again. You're, you're out holding my hair !"

" Yes, you did not have to wait for me ! "

" No, I am my wife. If you eat first, the fall of the durhaka dong ! "

For some reason, Bisma was happy to hear the babbling of his former factory employee, who is now his wife.

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