Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 106

Sinful Angel Chapter 106

This morning Tya dressed up very pretty, hiding all his mistress and haphazard face behind the makeup. Pretending not to know about the husband's quarrel with his mother-in-law. As if nothing happened.

Tya wore a sexy suit while helping Bhishma get dressed. Wearing satin shorts combined with sleeveless tops, deep red that is so contrasting wrapped in yellow skin.

Tya was buttoning his black slim fit shirt that Bhishma wears today. Bisma slightly lowered her head, scanning his wife who increasingly shone on her face. Makes her adore and fall in love. The parasites are beautiful to look at, the sound is melodious in hearing. Cool the heart in the morning, shed tired when coming home from work and exciting when the time to ride the contest.

Bhishma had said that she did not want to bother Tya in the morning just because of the problem of dressing because she could be alone. However, Tya said that she wanted to learn to be a devoted wife, wanted to apply the household rules she got from listening to science studies with Khalisa.

“Beauty my wife this morning?” praise Bhishma according to visible reality. His eyes glorify. Chewing temple Tya friendly.

“So yesterday-yesterday I wasn't pretty?” Tya moved her lips in protest, sulking funny while grabbing a tie on the bed.

Bisma laughed crisply, pinched Tya's cheeks fatly. “Always beautiful every time. If not, how could I be smitten. What about yesterday's checkup? What did Doctor Ambar say?” bisma asked with both hands coiled around Tya's waist intimately.

Jemari Tya who was rolling agile concluded the tie had stopped for a moment when he heard the husband's question. Swallowing while thinking before answering, then carve a beautiful smile fluttering beautifully to hide everything.

“Everything is good, Mas. He said I was just exhausted and that was probably the reason I fainted in the office,” said that instead.

“Teh Erna said yesterday you had the flu but did not want to take medicine. Continues overnight, your body temperature is rather warm.” Bisma fingered Tya's forehead. Check the wife's body temperature again.

“Oh that, not got the flu. But yesterday on the way home from the hospital I saw a scavenger about the age of Caca. I cried because I remembered Caca. For this reason I do not want to take medicine because it is not sick with flu,” said Tya reasoned, explained convincingly.

Tya rubbed the chest of the field of Bhishma on the tie that has been attached. Rewind his back a little, making sure the tie and shirt worn by Bisma is perfectly neat.

“Ughh, handsome husband,” he said praising sweetness. Looking up, funny gnashing.

“Hey, don't seduce me this early in the morning. You don't seduce me, it makes me tempted. Especially like this.” Bhishma pinched Tya's nose, while the owner chuckled in satisfaction.

Dark grey suit matching with pants worn by Bhishma, worn by Tya as a finishing touch perfecting the appearance of her husband. Tya tiptoed and kissed the jaw of the Bhishma decorated with fine sideburns after completing her task of helping the Bhishma dress.

“Completed,” his great-grandson was carefree.

“Still, Love.” Bisma rubs babe hair Tya.

“Mas, I haven't made breakfast this morning. From yesterday afternoon the aroma of rice was not good. Don't know why. Maybe the quality of the newly purchased rice is not good. I'm afraid Mas has a stomachache.”

The smell of rice that steamed since yesterday smelled unpleasant in Tya's nose. Though the cause does not lie in the quality of rice, but because he is in the cravings phase.

“Not a problem. You can't be too tired, though. If you pass out again, I will feel guilty. How are we having breakfast outside? Mumpung still morning, later I anter again you come home after breakfast.”

“Mmm, please. What breakfast do you want?”

“What do you want to eat?” Bisma asked back.

“Want to eat satay jando near Gedung Sate. The one we ate last week. But the clock is not at nine in the morning, Later Mas misfortune to the office. So, it's up to me to.”

Bisma glanced at the Cartier Ballon Bleu WSBB0039 Deployant Clasp that was circular dashing around her right wrist. He also opened his briefcase in the nightstand and saw his kindle gadget containing the schedule of today's work agenda.

“Eating the others is also nothing, Mas,” said Tya later. Come to Bisma who is rolling a finger on the Kindle screen.

Putting the kindle back into the bag, Bhishma embraces Tya full of affection. “Come, we eat Sate Jando. Coincidentally there is no important schedule this morning.”

Tya prancing happily. “Assyc. I'll change clothes first. Wait a minute, Mas.”

Tya passed to the wardrobe area, choosing the Muslim clothes he would wear. She wants to look more beautiful today. Want to be the prettiest for Bhishma while the opportunity still favors her.

The phone in the pocket of the pants is ringing. The bisma pulled away a bit closer to the translucent glass whose curtains were opened wide when she saw the name 'Nara' appear on the screen. Glanced for a moment at Tya who was busy choosing clothes.

“Assalamaicum. Hello, Kak.”

He pretended not to listen nor did he try to get close. Focus on changing clothes. Even so his ears can still steal the slow talk of Bhishma and Tya knows Bhishma is exchanging words with Nara.

The corner of Tya's eyes caught the frustrated-looking expression and reflex of Bisma. Visible rubbing a rough face and exhaling a heavy breath.

“Later in the afternoon I go to the mother's house again, I will try to talk again with the mother, hopefully the mother softens. Brother don't forget to always tell me about the news mother ya.”

Tya remained silent from the front of the mirror in the wardrobe area even though he was done with the business of changing clothes. Waiting until Bisma finished receiving the phone while pretending to tidy up her hijab.

When she saw her husband had put the gadget again into his pants pocket, then Tya swung her legs closer, writhing spoiled in the arm of Bisma.

“Come, Mas. I'm ready.”

*****

“Where?” Arkana asks Nara who came out of Viona's room door. He stopped by his in-laws' house and took his wife who this morning was called ART Viona's residence because her employer fell ill.

Nara shook her head in confusion. “Tetep don't want to eat, Mas. Already I persuaded kayak how, mother refused to eat let alone take medicine, even though her body has a fever.”

“Why did you suddenly get sick? Or maybe tired after coming home from Malaysia. We persuaded the mother to go to the doctor just yes,” her proposal.

Again Nara nodded. “Not because of that, Mas. But this is about Bhishma. Mother again angry big same Bisma,” said Nara Berat.

The man with a thin mustache and a sharp nose corrected the location of his glasses. His forehead is deep.

“Lho, what's wrong with Bhishma? Why did you get so angry?”

Nara massaged the base of her nose. “Let me tell you. It's time to go to the office. I probably didn't go to the boutique today. Let me call Aunt Sita to take care of VN's work today.”

Seriate.