Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 155

Sinful Angel Chapter 155

Weeks changed weeks passed, did not feel the content of Tya had stepped on the fourth month past seven days. The four-monthly event plus the reception that Viona has arranged will be held today.

The reception, which was originally to be held at the hotel, was deliberately held at Viona's spacious residence, combined with a four-month study considering that Tya was pregnant. It felt safer and more comfortable for the daughter-in-law who was pregnant with her grandson.

Viona's spacious residence is certainly very qualified to be used to hold large events. The side yard alone is equivalent to the area of eight houses type three times six, not yet the front yard and back area which is the widest area in the residence.

Invitations were reissued. WO famous in Bandung City was appointed to turn Viona's house into a wedding reception venue. Wara-wiri makes sure everything is ready perfectly. Starting from decoration, event vendors to catering dishes. Customized with the request of Viona who wants to hold a festive party even though it is held at home, no less festive with parties that are usually held in five-star hotels.

Farhana was present with Yudhishthira and his family. Farhana came early and was lined up as a leader do’a. The recitation event is held in the afternoon while the reception agenda will take place in the evening. Viona's extended family came, congratulated and rejoiced to hear that Bisma was finally blessed with offspring, no one had any concerns about the delayed reception being rather messy.

Tya was taken to sit next to Viona, so beautiful in a dress and veil in maxmara color sage green. Sitting together with a Turkish carpet that has no doubt of its quality.

Tya has not stopped remembering her since the lecture began. Never thought he who had been soiled had the opportunity to sit in a place that had been decorated beautifully, surrounded by people who mendo’ himself as well as the baby. Chanting the holy verses of the Qur’an so solemnly, asking for the best do’a and safety for both.

“You're very lucky, son. Surrounded by people who love you so much even though you were conceived by a mother like me. Fateless like this mother of yours who was unexpected and unwanted,” muttered Tya softly, very slowly while shrinking the corner of her eyes and stroking her distended stomach.

Viona kisses her daughter-in-law's cheeks affectionately, also stroking Tya's stomach after do’a together after being read together. Sitting face to face, equally teary. Viona clasped both hands of Tya who was reciprocated equally tightly by Tya.

“Congratulations on your pregnancy, My child. May you and your grandchildren always be healthy and happy. Long live in blessing. Lucky for women who can conceive because your reward is multiplied and flowing along with the fatigue you feel during pregnancy. The prayers of pregnant women are even more important than the 80 rakaat prayers of women who are not pregnant. As long as you conceive trust in your womb, all day you will receive the reward of fasting, while all night you will receive the reward of qiyamul lail. Be the reason for forgiven all sins and your caliphate for those who sincerely bear the fatigue and pain of a pregnancy lived.”

Tya's tears fell. Not tears of sorrow, but tears of overwhelming happiness that he now feels, overflow his life. New to know that the reward of a pregnant woman is so extraordinary poured out of the Creator.

“Aamiin, thank you Mother. Thank you for loving my son and accepting me who has many shortcomings,” said Tya sobbing.

“Everyone has their own shortcomings, just different portions. So does Mother. Man does not escape from wrong and forget. The important thing is we all never get tired of improving ourselves day by day.”

The bisma who wears a brown dress matching the color Tya's robe joins in. Kissing the back of his round hands full of reverence then sitting near Tya. Kissing the wife's forehead with do’a blown into Tya's crown.

*****

Bhishma was wearing a dark blue suit, matching Tya's wedding dress. Happy smiles continue to radiate from the two when they are escorted to the beach. Beautiful and handsome as queen and king.

Bisma's colleagues Viona, Arkana and Nara were all invited. Officials and important people were also present. They congratulate and also mendo’akan content Tya.

Not to forget Vero also came with Rona the wife. Bisma approaches the table where Vero is sitting while Tya is taken hostage by Khalisa as well as Rona. Tempting the pregnant woman with female chatter.

“Bro, finally your tadpole blossoms and thrives in the right fields, congratulations.”

Vero patted Bisma's shoulder. Cackling as usual, though clad in jest Vero was happy from the bottom of his heart for Bhishma, who was never nearly interested in women again now was waiting to be called father by his flesh and blood.

“Thanks, Bro. It turns out that his happiness cannot be expressed when he knows I will become a father,” said Bisma with a smile that continues to decorate the look of his appearance.

“That's it, unspeakable. I even planned on getting Rona pregnant again. In addition to happy, pregnant wives also always increase their charm, the sexier,” he said while rubbing his nose.

“I agree, that's a fact.” The two were together in the boisterous and lively party event.

While in the capital there Prita is being coed reading news coverage about the reception at Viona's house. While he was messing around with the company's financial statements that were minus the sharp nosedive and only this afternoon he asked the accounting department to conduct a thorough audit.

“Kata Mas Dhika went to Bandung to carry out other missions because the first mission did not succeed. But this is exactly the same Bhishma the former per*k was even holding a festive party. How does Mas Dhika actually work? So the president is not becus, muasin wife is also not becus!” upset Prita while gripping firmly his phone, then throw it to the end of the sofa.

“Should I launch the last way to get Bhishma back under my control, by spreading his wife's past to the press?” her mumbling was worried, impatient because her husband's efforts never succeeded.

“Eternal Dinar can be out of business if you continue to lose money and I do not want it to happen!” he grumbled to himself. “Ngandelin Mas Dhika is also now even so sluggish, suck like his combat weapon! I do not accept Bhishma to be happy while I am threatened to be poor here! No, this can't happen. I have to act!”

With his fat belly, Prita took his phone that had been dumped. Without a second thought contact one of her acquaintance reporters and ask for the slanted news about the wife of her ex-husband to be spread right now.

Seriate.