Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 114

Sinful Angel Chapter 114

The high door of the grand room of president Agra Prime was pounding, the occupants in it were pushing the door at once. Poppy who was dancing fingers on the keyboard was shocked.

Without looking or telling Poppy. The bisma darted towards the elevator with the cell phone in the ear. Run around the ridge as soon as the elevator door opens on the ground floor. Not paying attention to the footsteps around. Run straight to the parking lot, nudge and hit several employees who walked from the opposite direction without saying sorry as usual.

Tya's number was connected when contacted, but was never picked up. It has been five times that Bhishma connected to the same number with an erratic heart.

He really feels guilty. Instead of wanting to keep the heart of Tya also the mother in her efforts to find a bright spot so that the mother is willing to understand and accept her choice with a spacious chest, and, unexpectedly Tya just seems to have found out the matter of semrawut between Viona and herself.

Tya's four-eye talk with the mother had certainly discussed related to Tya's past that could not be accepted. Bhishma crept her own chest which throbbed pain again sore. Tya must have been hurt by the mother's vehement rejection.

Moreover, Tya is now pregnant, pregnant with her child. It is said that the feeling of pregnant women is more sensitive, then how is Tya's heart now, broken? Lamentable? It must be more than that, right?

“Honey, please pick up the phone. Come on,” murmured Bhishma who is increasingly haunted by misgivings.

Bisma drove her car out of the parking lot still with a cell phone in hand. His right hand controls the steering wheel while his left hand is still busy attaching the device to the ear. Actually it is dangerous to use a mobile phone while driving, it's just that at this time Bhishma does not care about it.

Continuing to get no response, Bisma switched to calling Teh Erna and Mang Eko numbers and remained the same not appointed as well. Then he called the home phone number and after twice trying to connect finally lifted as well.

“Teh Erna's. Why didn't Tya pick up my phone?”

Not a calming answer like her hope, Teh Erna sounded panicked and said stammeringly.

“Den, what a coincidence Den Bisma called. Neng Tya's. That.. Neng Tya_”

“Tya why, Tea? Don't tell me something bad happened to my wife? Did Tya fall? Quickly answer!” bisma shouted unconsciously. Bad thoughts caught him. There's no way Teh Erna's panicking that his wife's okay.

“Den, Neng Tya is not home. Neng Tya is not home,” Teh Erna said repeatedly in a trembling voice.

“What does it mean Tya is not home? Go with Mang Eko?” bisma Cecar demands an explanation.

“No Den. Mang Eko just returned from outside the same me. Neng Tya asked to buy fruit that is sold near a beauty clinic commonly visited by Neng Tya treatments. Want to be purchased directly, do not want delivery, may be congenital baby. Because it was far away and let it be fast, Neng Tya asked Mang Eko to drive me to buy. I had suggested Mang Eko only buy it let me accompany at home, but Neng Tya whined and asked me to come along. He said sambal uleknya I should try it first to taste so that it fits, because Mang Eko certainly does not understand the taste of sambal rujak. But when I came back, the house was very quiet. I've searched Neng Tya all over the house, but nothing" Teh Erna explained at length.

“I'm on my way home. Arrive soon. Erna Tea try to check into the bathroom in my room. Just break down the door with Mang Eko if necessary, I'm afraid Tya fell unconscious in the bathroom.”

The gas pedal was stepped deeper. The black sedan sped off at high speed splitting the streets of Bandung City. Rinai the rain began to pour down, greeting the earth.

“Cintya, Darling. Don't frighten me,” sigh Bhishma in fear. Gripping the steering wheel tightly.

The black Mercy that Bhishma rode was parked just about anywhere in front of his residence. Both of his legs crept quickly into the house. Coinciding with Teh Erna and Mang Eko who came out of his room.

Erna tea with a pale face teared up to her master. “Ampun, Den. In the bathroom there is also no.”

“The whole house has been combed by me and Teh Erna, but Neng Tya is not anywhere.” Mang Eko spoke up.

“Tya no say anything or send the same message Teh Erna when Teh Erna buy rujak? For example, say you want to go buy something, to the minimarket near here maybe? During this time Tya never left the house without permission first me or tell Teh Erna or Mang Eko.”

Erna Tea shook her head. “Nothing, Den. Neng Tya didn't send any messages. I'm afraid there are criminals coming in and nabbing Neng Tya he was when Neng Tya was alone at home. Because a few months ago there were often unknown people who seemed to be watching this house, even though it was not seen again for a long time,” said Teh Erna, expressing her concerns that made sense.

Grabbing his phone, Bisma again dialed Tya's number. Very familiar mobile phone ringing incarnations were heard from the workspace though faint, carrying Bisma's legs swinging there.

As the door was pushed, the ringing sound of the cell phone grew louder and louder to the ears, and the object that became the source of the sound lay on his personal desk. Flickering and vibrating.

Teh Erna and Mang Eko who followed did not dare to step in, holding themselves in front of the door with their eyes in search swept in. Bisma also spread the view throughout the room. Hoping to find the figure of the owner of the heart that is being worried. But nil, Tya was not there, neither body nor aroma.

“Actually where is Tya going? The phone is here but the guy doesn't look.”

Approaching the table where the phone was lying and intended to pick it up, the movement of his hand stopped when he got there not only the smart device owned by the wife, but also the smart device, but also a ring that is usually circular on the ring finger Tya, wallet, as well as two gold and black cards that once given Bhishma to Tya. Adjacent to a long envelope written on the front of the series of letters ‘Terfor My Husband Loved’.

“Amplop what is this?”

Jakun Bisma moved restlessly. Knuckles folded. An unpleasant feeling pierced his heart when he found Tya's personal objects lying there.

Doubtful Bhishma took the envelope, though reluctantly took out the contents inside. Taking a deep breath, Bhishma opened the neatly folded paper and carefully began to read the words listed there.

Assalamualaikum, my heart's lover

I must have surprised you when I found this letter, right? But I believe Mas's heart is strong and of the best quality. As Mas said, made by God, not tofu kayak pepes my work must be fragile, hehe.

My love, my love. Sorry, I have to do this. I'm sorry I stepped foot out of the house without asking your permission. But this is the only way and effort I can do so that the relationship between Mas and mother is heated because I am improving again.

Because of me, the relationship between Mas and mother became fractured. If I had never been in Mas's life, then none of that would have happened.

My mother's rejection of me is well understood. All the mothers in this world surely no one wants their children to marry the former night butterfly with wings of stain and sin. I don't want Mas to be a bad boy to his mother. I would have felt guilty all my life if I had let that happen. Having parents who love you is a great blessing. A gift I never felt or had. And your paradise is at his feet, in his riddo and his blessing.

I'm sorry, I left without saying goodbye to you, Mom. But take it easy, I've said goodbye to mother. Some Muslim clothes that I bought. I also took five hundred thousand of the usual cash stuffed in my wallet. I hope Mas mengikhlaskan what I took, do not be a note of debt yes. I'm afraid I can't pay, hehe.

Mas, thank you for all the love and appreciation you have given to a despicable woman like me. The best thing in my life is being your wife. Although in the end I had to come to my senses and slap myself with the fact, that I shouldn't be greedy to have you all my life. I do not deserve, my dark story will always leave a trail of stains that can not be erased.

Oh yes, for the most precious gift in my womb, please let me have it, she is the only family I have. I may not be able to give him the luxury. But trust me, I will take care of our baby and work my best. Love and love him with all my soul and body. May our children not be ashamed of being born to a mother like me.

Take care of your health, Mas.

From Cintya Angela, who always loved you until I closed my eyes.

Seriate.