Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 129

Sinful Angel Chapter 129

Both of Bisma's eyes squeaked with a pair of thick eyebrows that joined in. Gluing several times digesting Tya's sentence for a moment because it was confused and finally he understood what was going on, surely Tya thought that what was going on now was just a dream.

“Oh yes, I forgot. Yes already, then just hug,” great-grandson Bisma full of proclamation.

"May kiss," Tya's pinta suddenly. Looking up expectantly. "I miss being kissed dear" he said, not shy about thinking he was tasting a sleeping flower.

Bisma reviews smiles. His sight softened. Caressing Tya's cheeks was affectionate and said, "Happy, Beautiful."

Bhishma bent over, holding Tya's nape. Giving what Tya wants is greeted with a longing pagutan. Not a passionate kiss, but a reflection of the longing spill is held back from both.

Tya close himself up again after the kiss is stopped. A happy smile was etched pretty even though her face was still pale.

"His grandfather isn't there?" said Tya later. Groped his own stomach. "She must have lost weight with her papa. I guess the mama."

The bisma again smiled warmly. Letting Tya think this time is just a dream, do not want to damage the mood of a woman who is tired of containing the baby.

Bisma's palm caressed Tya's stomach, stroking there while greeting. "Assalamu'alaikum, Papa's son. Healthy always in there, my dear."

The condition of the room that deliberately left only a dim light so that Tya's sleep was not disturbed by the glare of the main light, making Tya not aware he was currently in the hospital. Even the infusion on his left hand was spared from his attention so happy with the dream he was experiencing. More precisely the reality he considered a dream.

“Although only a dream, the aroma of Mas potent relieve the agonizing nausea that raged in my stomach was also a great headache in my head. Often come in my dreams yes, Mas is the most powerful medicine in the world for me, it seems like our son is angry with me because I made him far away from his papa. Actually, I'd like to say it's really hard and torturous to wade through life away from you. But with Mas coming in my dream like this was enough, at least able to treat the longing that was using me. Mas clothes that I carry have begun to lose their powerful properties, maybe because it has been washed often, so the aroma of Mas that I like began to fade and not smell again.”

Tya divorced the longing torment in her heart at length without hesitation. Even the little things are told. Said his sigh without burden and Bisma faithfully listened while rubbing Tya's back affectionately also gently massaged Tya's head.

“Curhat in a dream this time made the burden of longing craze on my chest feel lighter. Thanks, Mas. Although it was just a dream, I was very, very happy. May every night my dreams always be like this, Mommy. So that I can pour out my heavy miss,” great-grandson Tya again. Staring at Bisma with pleading.

The bisma anchored her lips on the shady eyelids that were looking at her innocently. Also landed a sweet kiss on the tip of the nose bangir his wife.

“Be sure from tonight onwards, your dreams will always be like this, Darling.”

With a smile as beautiful as a flower bud blooming in the morning, Tya submerged herself in the deep embrace of Bisma. “Appointment yes, Mas.”

Tya's eyes finally closed again. His breathing roar back smooth and regular, a sign that Tya had fallen back in as deep as before. Bisma looked at the face of Tya who was fast asleep and again kissed Tya's face full of affection.

*****

Early in the morning Farhana came back to the hospital. Viona welcomes Farhana and invites her to have breakfast together at the village chicken porridge shop located opposite the hospital. Want to host Farhana even in an emergency situation.

“Not bother, Miss Viona. I can have breakfast at school. Deliberately come early in the morning here to nganter stuff Tya because later in the afternoon I have to teach and there is a schedule to fill the study until afternoon, because later in the afternoon,” said Farhana explained while handing over a shopping bag made of canvas containing Tya's goods.

“Absolutely no hassle, I have breakfast too. Sorry, just a simple breakfast. After Tya recovers, I want to invite Ustadzah to eat at home while berdo’a together. Maybe it can be while saving four months of content Tya,” said Viona who then ordered a complete porridge breakfast menu for the two of them complete with hot tub tea.

“So this stuff belongs to Tya?” ask Viona while opening the canvas bag.

“Iya, Mom. I've made sure to bring everything.”

When opening the bag. The contents made Viona almost cry because there was no luxury that Tya brought from the house of Bhishma. Just bring a simple twinkle more to go and survive.

It contained only one set of parachute mukena, several pieces of Muslim clothes, one jar of sausage ready to eat containing money, a worn wallet and one piece of male polo shirt.

“Ustadzah, why are there male polo shirts? Was Ustadzah wrong to put things in this bag? I don't think I have Tya.”

The presence of a piece of sweatshirt in the bag made Viona frown questioningly. Take out the shirt and show it to Farhana.

“That shirt I told you about last night, Mom. Tya said this is her husband's shirt. The clothes he hugged every night,” replied Farhana who dug up again the memories of their chat last night. “It is common to be hugged during sleep and inhaled when nausea is what I noticed. What makes me unbearable is, every time this shirt is washed, Tya waits for it to dry. Keep it possessive, very afraid of loss. Tya said, this shirt is a valuable item.”

“Then the jar contains this money what does it mean?” Viona pointed at the jars covered in orange inside the bag.

“That's the profit from the sale. Tya was very frugal, so persistent wanted to have savings. But to my amazement, he set aside some of his money to buy rice and fill my rice container. Tya said, want to contribute even if only a little. And during my stay with me, Tya insisted on doing homework even though I strictly forbade because her condition was beginning to vomit cravings. Said it as a rental fee for sleeping. What a hard worker behind a soft body and his father.”

Not feeling warm circles that heat up on the eyelids Viona shed wet the cheeks. Not tears of sadness, but tears of joy and gratitude. His son did not edit the beautiful flowers pure nus without a trace of stain and sin, but Tya more valuable and valuable than Prita who is said to be an honorable descendant.

Seriate.