Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 113
Sinful Angel Chapter 113
This morning Bhishma woke up feeling flowery. His heartbeats beat more melodious, like the ripples of waves chasing each other happily.
Bhishma was well-dressed, assisted by Tya as usual. Tya still whines to do the morning routine even though Bisma asks him to laze.
“Sore I'll be home sooner. I'll pick you up later, don't forget to get ready.”
Bisma's outstretched hand rubbed dear the top of Tya's head wrapped in pashmina. Framing Tya's pretty face is so fitting again sweet.
“Ready, my husband,” said Tya with a beautiful fluffy smile. His brown bead rolled down the handsome sculpture before him with the look of his shady eyes.
“Why is that fascinated about him? A handsome huh?” bisma Narcissist, joking.
The cherry-red lips widened the carving of her beautiful smile until her row of neat teeth peeked. “Iya, handsome soul raga.”
Sweet laughter from both. The nuances of warm interaction spread throughout the room. Daksa high strapping Bisma leaned over slowly, stroking Tya's flat stomach, bringing her face closer there.
“Dreams Papa, Papa left for work first yes, son. All right in there.” Bisma kissed dear Tya's stomach many times before then straighten his body and kissed the beautiful lips of the wife.
“Do not do much activity. Reportedly in the first trimester of pregnancy it must be maintained very strictly,” message bisma warning.
“Iya, Boss bauble!” kekeh Tya who then hugged Bisma tightly. Laying his head on the chest of his favorite field for long enough. Imbibed with the melodious rhythm of the source of life of his beloved man.
“Why, hmm? Are all pregnant women like this? Want to keep buying her husband? If so, you must often kuhamili,” he joked, inviting Tya's little laugh on the air.
“You know, it feels like a dream to hear you are pregnant with my son. The most beautiful dream that ever existed in my life," said Bisma in a haru tone, pausing for a moment before resuming his sentence.
"In the past, I was hit by a sense of self-confidence because during my first marriage I never had children. Prita even accused me of being barren. Even though from the doctor's examination, my fertility is not at all problematic. But now, all those distracting thoughts are gone. I am so grateful that the one who bore my son was you. A tough woman who has a heart as pretty as an angel. Thanks, Honey. I'm so happy, so-so happy now.”
Hearing the outpouring of Bhishma's joyful heart, Tya had to desperately control the push of a lump in the chest clustered in his throat. Swallowing saliva to loosen the torture that seemed to bind tightly each section of his ribs until it felt tight and painful.
“I will definitely miss out on you, Mas,” great-grandson Tya while inhaling deeply the masculine aroma that makes out the delicious of the two men who have reigned on his most beautiful sanubari throne.
Bisma's crisp laughter broke. Reply wrap both arms. Stacking chin on Tya's crown.
“The length of this beautiful pregnant woman. I'm also actually not willing to part with you even if it's only a few hours. But if you bring it to the office is also not possible, then you will even get bored and stressed. Want to be made as comfortable as anything, the name of the office will still not be able to match the comfort of the house. Akh, not nothing I've missed the same weight you guys,” said Bisma while sniffing the surface of the hijab worn by Tya.
“It is time to leave for work Mr. President,” said Tya reminded. Loosening hug. A clock hanging on the wall.
The two of them came out of the room together. Tya drove up to the garage, kissing the back of Bhishma's hands full of reverence for so long, which Bhishma replied with a kiss of affection on her forehead.
“Papa depart. Bye Mama.”
Tya's hand-drawn Bisma's car drove. Skyrocket do’a in her inner scream with sullen eyes that end in heart-wrenching words.
I'm sorry, honey.
*****
They just came out of the meeting room at eleven this afternoon. Since morning the schedule is so crowded that Bisma has not had time to check her phone when she arrived at the office this morning. As a result of staying up all night, his phone ran out of power and Bisma who was immediately welcomed by a myriad of jobs, choosing to leave his personal device charged in his room.
“Oke, good work, Poppy. But I haven't opened it yet, yesterday my phone was left in the office.”
The bisma had arrived at the door of his room. Poppy shuffled the door for her boss.
“It is better that the CCTV footage be checked immediately, sir. Apparently, a few days ago Bu Tya was caught on camera coming here late in the afternoon. But just stand in front of your room and then go again. When I left the office to represent you as one of the sponsors of the event held by the mayor,” Cerocos Poppy tried to string the words outlining his findings.
“Sore it coincides with the sudden arrival of the mother right?” Bisma asked with a folded forehead. Trying to remember.
“True, Sir. That's why that afternoon you suddenly asked me to go to the Mayor's event to represent you. Sorry, excuse me, sir. I still have to make the minutes of the meeting as soon as possible.”
After Poppy withdrew, Bisma hurriedly turned on her phone. A barrage of notifications ganged in. It's clanging non-stop.
Ignoring the text that goes into the application, Bisma chose to first open the email and send CCTV video footage to his macbook so that the viewing room is more free. Play the video and then squeeze when it finds it said Poppy is true.
"Yes this comes to the office but why not sleep or just enter directly and instead stand at the door?” his murmurs don't understand.
Second by second. Bisma focused on nailing while remembering. His feelings began to erratic followed by various kinds of speculation popping up in his head.
His phone rang interrupted incoming calls from Nara. Bisma quickly scrolls the green button on the screen with both eyes remaining focused to her macbook screen.
“Assalamaicum. Hello, Sis? Sorry, I didn't stop by the hospital yesterday afternoon. There's something urgent. But later in the afternoon I will visit mother again, all surprises.”
[“Why from yesterday were you so hard to contact? Brother sent you some messages even calling you over and over!”]
Nara spouted a cerocosan without warning across there.
“Sorry, Brother. Yesterday I came home early and my phone missed at the office. This just opens an incoming message." Bisma explained why she had not opened her phone since yesterday until this afternoon.
[“Haish, teledor! My sister wants to confirm an emergency! Brother wants to ask, indeed you have told Tya about your feud with mother also about the pain of mother?”]
A flurry of confusion hits Bisma. “Neg. I haven't said anything to Tya about her mother's wrath or her pain. Only later in the afternoon I plan to tell Tya all bring him to meet Mother. Tya's pregnant, sister. Hopefully this good news can melt and dampen your wrath on me.”
["A-what? Tya ha-pregnant?”]
“Iya, Brother. This is amazing, isn't it? I'm finally going to be a dad. But, what kind of emergency does Brother want to confirm with me?"
["Yesterday afternoon, Tya suddenly came here to see her mother and spoke with her eyes because she said there was something important to say. Big Brother didn't know what they were talking about, because it seemed like Tya wanted to convey a very serious thing, so Big Brother gave them space to talk. Only when the brother returned to the room, Tya was not there. If you haven't talked to Tya, then your wife knows where she's been hospitalized?"]
Suddenly Bisma rose from her seat with a restless heart beating fast. Started to get a bad feeling running through his entire pulse. Increasing erratic when the video footage shows Tya who turned right go half-run.
His entire body was made stunned when it was seen carefully it turned out that the door of his room was not tightly closed that afternoon, when the group was angry. Bisma gasps not play.
“Don't that afternoon Tya heard all the anger of Mother?"
Seriate.