Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 115
Sinful Angel Chapter 115
Daksa tenggung Bisma limbung after reading long writing on a piece of paper he held. Next to his hand held onto the side of the table, supporting his nearly collapsed body. His breathing was not irregular. His lungs suddenly as squeezed by a very heavy burden almost unbearable, unmatched.
Mang Eko and Teh exchanged questioning gazes, anxiously watching the reaction of his master. Not daring to ask, just observing wrapped in worry.
Closing your eyes together with the fingers squeezing one side of the table and firmly grasping the piece of letter paper as if looking for strength. The two shiny and heated Bhishma netras reopen, reading the series of characters written there once again. Hoping for the contents to change, hoping for his eyes to see wrongly.
But his hope is just hope. Repeatedly, it remains the same. Namely goodbye wrapped in love is also the matter of the soul mate who is pregnant with his baby. From the figure who has managed to drive away his quiet heart, his inner healing that is filled with the wounds of betrayal, the bearer of blessing after the phase of his adversity, resurrecting his passion that had been extinguished without a purpose. Everything for Bhishma.
“You can't do this to me, Tya. It must be just prank, right?” The bisma shook her head repeatedly, unwilling to believe, though unconsciously the clear circles from the corners of her eyes began to fall.
“Don't joke like this. Not funny, honey. Come on out, where are you hiding? Don't believe me, I'm going crazy!” he screamed with trembling lips.
The bisma re-examined the contents of the envelope. Hope there is still another paper that states that what is happening now is just a joke. His brain and heart are not willing to accept, reject reality like lightning in broad daylight when the day is bright cheerful. However, he found only the photo USG and a two-striped test pack. It's further ruining his world.
She could no longer stand up, slumped to the floor and grabbed her own hair.
“My wife, son. Why is it like this? Why did you leave me, why did you leave me?” the mood roared in frustration.
From yesterday evening until dawn showed off his binaries, he was fondled with happy, melodious canticles to fondle the soul. It was as if the world belonged to only two, so beautiful in every single stifled breath. However, in an instant his beautiful world was forcibly seized replaced by a military election, sharply tapering down the tribe.
Bisma just tasted the best day of his life when he found out that he would be a father, when he found out his beloved woman contained the baby who had been waiting and longed for. Never thought that all the turmoil today evaporated. His whole knitting of thoughts was scattered, like a sand palace swept by the waves. Rata, smashed.
Mang Eko who had been holding himself back earlier, pushed in when he saw the alarming condition of his master, was roaring bitterly calling out the name of his wife.
“Den, what's wrong with Neng Tya? Den Bisma, istighfar,” said Mang Eko trying to remind even though he himself was currently confused somehow.
Rise from the floor struggling to gather strength in the condition of his body that seemed boneless. Not understanding the question of Mang Eko or Teh Erna, Bisma stepped wide into her room. Open up all the cabinets embedded in the wall, open the dresser drawer, uncover the blankets and sheets.
“Cintya, you must be joking, right? Where are you, my dear. Please, come out,” please be hoarse and lewd.
With a stinged chest and a blurry vision blocked by the curtain of tears, Bhishma continued to search for the mooring of the heart and wished to find it. Still hoping that Tya just hid in this special room, where they combined love and chatted so sweetly last night, but Tya was really gone.
The rain is gradually hardening. Lightning boomed unpretently. Instantly the focus of Bhishma was shifted to the window, the water of the sky spilled, as if spilled from the sky.
The bisma flinched and her scroll of shock. Like a madman running into the garage, driving one of his cars out of there. Drive it aimlessly with sweeping views left and right. Observing everyone who caught eyes, hoping it was Tya. I hope his wife hasn't gone too far.
Anxiety flushed it without pause. The rain is getting worse now. Imagining a pregnant Tya being strung alone, carrying a small fortune without purpose, under heavy rain and lightning striking, really makes every inch of Bisma's heart crumble dim. Pain, unbearable pain, tortured worry that almost robbed his sanity in this very second.
“Arghhh!” Bisma roared full of lara while spurring his vehicle. Gripping the steering wheel with tears that spill. “If you want to go why don't you rob all my money, Cintya! At least you ran away with luxury, not making me feel more guilty imagining you and our abandoned baby are also in danger out there! Please, Honey. Come back to me, don't do this. Come back!"
Filled with desperate thoughts. Bisma stopped her car and got out of her vehicle. The sky water immediately greeted. His long legs went down the street, looking and searching, not caring about his fully soaked self, all he wanted was to find Tya as soon as possible.
Meanwhile in a warteg in front of a private Aliyah school which is still located in the Bandung area, a woman with blue eyes was sitting on one of the plastic benches hugging a bag.
That was Tya. The wet back of the hijab was exposed to splashes of water so swift rain that fell. A few times rubbing his arm drove away the cold. His cheeks were pale and the surface of his skin was icy cold.
“Neng, wait inside only. Cold, and the rain is also getting heavier,” said the mother of the owner of the warteg.
“Not necessary, Mom. Don't ngerepotin. Just here. Let if Ustadzah Farhana disbanded teaching looks,” reject Tya smooth. Deliver it politely.
“His sister is Teacher Farhana huh?”
For a moment Tya was confused how to answer this question. In order to shorten the question and answer, Tya chose to nod thinly.
“Iya, Mum.”
“Oalah, his brother yes. The aura is equally salihah. Mending in, Neng. Waiting for a warm tea. His face looks very pale. Don't wait outside, Master Farhana will definitely come here. Earlier the problem had asked to be wrapped some dishes to take home. All the teachers who taught at this school almost every day buy side dishes in my shop, Neng. He said to go home teaching and not tired of cooking again,” cerocos the middle-aged mother who still slipped the promotion in her sentence.
The pale face of Tya not only because of crying and cold, but also from the nausea of pregnancy experienced. Hurriedly Tya opened the canvas bag she hugged when her nausea intensified, sniffing the scent of Bisma polo shirt which was also carried in her bag one piece only. Inhaling the aroma deeply so that the turmoil of his vomit desire subsided.
“My dear, please help Mama stay strong, Son,” great-grandson Tya is very slow while stroking her stomach.
“Tuh right, Neng seems to catch a cold. Come on inside just sit it. Approximately fifteen minutes more teaching hours completed.”
Accused of restless discomfort in the hull of cravings and cold, Tya decided to accept the mother's offer. Just as he was about to enter, he saw a figure waiting for him to come out of the school gate, and he walked across the street holding an umbrella.
Tya urung. Ustadzah Farhana who saw the figure of Tya hastened the steps. Putting her umbrella just like that,
“Dek Tya? Why is it here? Alone?” tanyanya is worried, because Tya does not look okay.
“In fact, Mrs Teacher, just as I was offered to sit inside. But he wants to wait outside,“ explained the mother of the owner of the warteg.
“My day? What's up, Dek Tya?”
“I... I. would like to ask for help. I'm sorry, because I was presumptuous, but only the Ustadzah came to my mind. Me.. i_”
Tya's sentence faltered as nelangsa nestapa in the throat, losing competitiveness with the clear crystal who took over his vocabulary faster. Mapping all the pain that is sharpening the succum.
Farhana can immediately read the bias of Tya's eyeballs that are being hit hard, because previously Tya had confided in him related to the kisruh that was whack.
“Come, come with me home. You can tell me at home later.”
Seriate.