Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 105
Sinful Angel Chapter 105
The point of the drizzle spot landed soaking the hijab that wrapped around Tya's head. The afternoon weather gradually clouded, as thick as the heart of Tya who was being overwhelmed with grief. As if the sky felt its pain, join the snarl of the nelangsa.
Tya ordered an online taxi because Mang Eko had been asked to go home first, because the original plan was to return home with Bhishma. He cried as soon as the taxi drove, spilling a piece of restrained that felt his heart piercing. Sobbing pain until his shoulder also shook violently.
The taxi driver was shocked by the impulsiveness of his passengers, glancing at the rearview mirror in question mark. Even so he still has to be professional, delivering customers to their destination.
“Lho, Neng. How come you're home? Why use a taxi? Where's the Bismanya Den?” Mang Eko who was wiping the car was made astonished, dizzy looking for the figure of his master.
“That's Mang, that's Mas Bismanya again important meeting. Suri said the possibility of old, going home first rather than waiting there for long, continue this headache increasingly felt, need to fall asleep,” said Tya with a careless face and a miserable voice, he said, like people who get flu symptoms, even though all of that is a trace of crying.
“Duh, know so Mamang earlier did not quickly go home. If Den Bisma knows Neng Tya back by taxi, Mamang will be diomelin. Den Bisma always advised Mamang and Teh Erna to take care of Neng Tya, Den Bisma said that Neng Tya was afraid of why, but there were bad people, he said," said Mang Eko revealed the reason for his concern.
In the midst of a grievous blow, a warm streak of intruders stroked the calf of his prey. Bhishma's affection was so strong for her, though Tya was not sure whether her Bhishma's taste and attitude towards her would remain the same after today, after a scuffle with Viona.
“Let's not diomelin, Mamang do not say the same Mas Bhishma. That was an emergency. Don't worry, the important thing is that I go home healthy and safe. Also about my arrival to the office earlier, please do not convey the same Mas Bhishma yes. I don't want to disturb his concentration. I'm in first yeah, Mang.”
Locking the door to her room, with Tya's slow steps towards the bathroom. Staring at his reflection in the front mirror of the sink.
Long Tya pensively, lapse of a few moments of grievous full of wounds laughing at himself.
“It's time you woke up, Cintya. You've been in Cinderella's dreams for too long. This is the reality, a lowly trash like you should never dream of being loved. But you carelessly love someone you shouldn't expect, even by not knowing he wants to be considered an important part of his family!” it sagged with clear circles that fell back.
“Mas Bhishma is too good for you. He deserves better than you who are sinful, without throne, without wealth, let alone caste. Since when do you shamelessly lean your hopes on the stars high in the sky while your place is in a steep abyss? Wake Cintya! Self-aware!” angry shouting.
Both of his hands holding on to the side of the sink could no longer support his body. Tya slumped to the bathroom floor, hugging his knees.
Looking at his own body, Tya felt so dirty at this moment. He shuffled into the shower area, then turned on the shower in the swiftest spray, flushing himself who was still fully dressed. Hope the shower water flush combined with her tears can wash away the dirty taste that pervades in her.
When he looked down, Tya sobbed. His sobbing was heartbreaking. Groped her stomach and stroked her dear there.
“Sorry, because you have to be conceived by a woman like me, my dear baby. A woman who has nothing to be proud of. But just so you know, Mama loves and loves you with all her soul once she knows you're there. Never thought of throwing you away like my mom used to. You are the jewel of your heart. Hope you're not ashamed to have a mother who has been knocked down in this shit hole, Nak.”
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At half-ten the new bisma returned home. Actually, Bisma did not do the work until the night. This afternoon he submitted the rest of the work to Poppy by being forced to persuade his angry mother to him. Bhishma also drove the mother home, trying to give understanding in a gentle way until the mother was asleep, even though the result was nil.
His face looked tired and more wrinkled than usual. Bhishma was shocked when she saw Tya asleep on the living room sofa while hugging the sofa cushion.
Erna's tea was moved to welcome her master. Teh Erna apparently has not returned home and decided to stay because Mang Eko suddenly had to go to the post, one of his childhood friends died ba’a Magrib earlier. While from the information Mang Eko conveyed, Bisma will come home late and Teh Erna has an unpleasant feeling, so she decided to accompany Tya.
“Iya, Den. I deliberately have not come home,” explained Teh Erna who then continued to explain the reason why she was still here.
“Still a lot, Tea. But this is why Tya sleeps here? Later can catch a cold,” asked Bisma to lower his voice while glancing at his wife who was asleep.
“I have suggested Neng Tya sleep in the room earlier. But I want to wait for Den Bisma to come home here. Kangen heavy he said,” said Teh Erna, boasting her baper smile.
Both corners of the lips of the bisma are raised upwards. Missed loved ones always make her heart beat beautifully.
“Terus was also like Neng Tya a little flu, but refused to take medicine, just drink honey ginger tea,” continued Teh Erna.
Bhishma bent over the side of the sofa, landed a palm on Tya's forehead and her skin detected Tya's body temperature was indeed warmer even though it did not fall into the category of severe fever.
“But Tya has dinner?” it's on Erna Tea again. His intonation sounded anxious now.
“Eating, Den. But instead of eating rice, eat lontong same pecel vegetable. I bought it through delivery. He said he suddenly wanted to eat it. Den Bisma himself has eaten? Earlier Neng Tya cooked rib soup, if you want to eat let me warm up.”
“Not worth it, Tea. I've eaten a burger. Erna tea please lock the gate as well as the door. I'm going straight to room.”
Bisma tucked her arms behind Tya's neck and knees. With a slow motion of not wanting to wake up, he scooped up Tya swinging in a sling, taking her to be moved into the room.
As carefully as possible Bhishma throws Tya in the contest. Covering him, tidying the children's hair scattered on the temple and peeling affectionately the forehead of his wife who is asleep.
Bhishma opened his suit and tie, throwing it away. Lama Bisma sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Tya deeply and exhaled a long breath slowly when he remembered the mother who was still angry at him.
“Honey, maybe our trip after this is a little steep. I hope you are strong and I believe you can. We both reassure the mother, show the mother that we are complementary and happy. I'm sure we can. It feels heavy if you have to choose, because you and your mother are both important to me. Don't worry, I'll always hold your hand no matter what. But for now, I can't tell you about this matter. Let me finish myself first.”
Bisma took the time to clean up for a moment before going up to the contest. Pulling Tya's body softly, drowning her in a hug wrapped in the same blanket. Bhishma needs to close her eyes so that her aching head can think clearly again, and hope that tomorrow her mother will be softened.
“Good sleep, dear,” whisper gently before sinking into dreamland.
A subtle snoring sounded along with Tya who opened both eyes. Staring at the handsome sculpture of her sleeping husband, palpating her tender Bhishma cheeks, keeping it in her fondest memory while biting her lips firmly withstanding the sobbing that wanted to spurt out.
Actually since Bisma took him swinging in a sling, Tya had awakened. But Tya chose not to open his eyes. For fear is not strong enough to withstand the urge of tears when the most comfortable place is near him, coming into contact with him.
“Mas, what should I do?” the issue is choked, choked pain dilemma in the throat.
Seriate.