Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 16

Sinful Angel chapter 16

Bhishma and Tya arrive at the party venue thirty minutes late from the time indicated in the invitation. Bhishma is a person who really appreciates time. On-time has become his habit, except for today.

The delay occurs because of the time of the makeover because the partner he rented came in an astounding form. Bhishma is unlikely to bring Tya whose initial appearance looks like she is about to go to the club. Must make sure the outer wrap of the woman he carries is at least worthy of competing with the ex-wife. When reaching the front area of the ballroom, it was true that the party was in progress, heard from the host who invited the party master to give a welcome.

Bhishma stopped her steps about two meters from the entrance of the party area. Checking its reflection on the black glass on the left side. Tya did the same thing, only he was amazed by his own form. Just realized he was stunning because while at the hotel he had not seen the glass properly, hunted time.

“Yeah, if the makeup is all super expensive from head to toe like this, I look like a big lady,” mumbled slowly, giggling happily. “Before I go home I have to take a picture.”

“Tya, are you ready?” bisma asked Tya who was busy watching the glass.

“Ready, Sir!” sahut fast.

“Don't call me, Sir. Didn't we have a briefing together on the trip? Remember, tonight we are engaged lovers.” Bisma emphasized her words, reminding her back.

“Oh yes, sorry. Ready, Mas. So it's right?” he was excited, smiling widely. “Or, should I call you ‘Sayang’ so that our drama tonight is more vibrating?” tya's proposal was fiery. There is no mode in it and Bhishma knows it. Tya is just trying to become a professional in the field that he has just been in for four months.

Bisma almost spouted laughter, Tya who gave a suggestion while raking enthusiastically even looks funny in her eyes. “Ehm, it's okay. Depending on the situation and conditions, as long as not to overdo it that can even cause suspicion. Come on, we're in.”

Bisma positioned her left arm to give a slit. Quickly, Tya wrapped her right arm there. They stepped into the party area while holding hands. Put on a big smile with your chin up.

Inside, Radhika was giving a speech at the podium while his wife was seen spreading a friendly smile greeting the guests. Prita wears a long black dress with no sleeves that prints the beauty of her curves. Tends sexy. The dress is indeed expensive and is one of the masterpieces of the capital's famous designers. It's just that the fate of clothes so of course can not be exclusive only the only one and one of the guests there are wearing similar clothes, only different colors.

Prita actually did not really greet the guests. Ever since the party began, his eyes were exploring looking for the figure of Bhishma. Want to make Bisma more unable to forget him when he saw her dress pretty dress in a dress with the favorite color of her ex-husband.

Prita was never content to torture and make fun of her immense love for him, so it used to be so easy to be fooled when he suggested a bit forced that half of the important assets be moved on behalf of the wife disguised another purpose, telling Bisma that her request was because she wanted concrete proof that Bhishma really loved her and all of that was immediately asserted without suspicion so unfortunately Bhishma to Prita.

Prita stopped walking around when she saw the existence of a cute-faced petite woman wearing a lilac dress. She is Rona, wife of Vero who was her friend during High School.

“Rona, you said Bisma was coming. He's a crazy on time guy. The party's been running for half an hour but he's still not in sight. You're not omdo, are you?” she whispered to Rona who was sipping a glass of orange juice.

“Eh, which is it? Want to join here?” Prita jumped enthusiastically, jokingly urging on Rona.

“Iya, really. Tuh, that's the guy.”

Prita stood up, turning his head to follow the direction of Rona's finger and point of view. Put on his best smile. Confident as always. However, as Vero's figure drew closer, Prita's arrogant smile receded when she saw that Bhishma had not come alone. Earlier, the figure held by Bisma was hindered by Vero's high posture. And when Vero walked faster in front, now it was clear that Bisma was holding a friendly woman who had to be admitted in a beautiful way.

“Well, finally what was sought has come. This is the mistress of the party from earlier nanyain continued Mr. Bhishma. Kepingin silaturahmi kayaknya,” chirp Rona origin sound only.

“Hai, how are you, Prita?” bisma asked with a bright face. So did the beautiful woman who was joined by Bhishma, developing a simple smile.

“Ah, of course my good news,” answered Prita not so friendly, annoyed because the woman who was taken by Bisma looks so harmonious side by side with her ex-husband, especially from their clothes. Even makeup and dresses clearly beat her charm.

“Congratulations on her wedding anniversary, Mrs Radhika,” said Tya with a sweet smile.

“Thank you. Actually today's event is not just to celebrate the anniversary, but also a party to celebrate my pregnancy. I'm pregnant, it's been two months. What a wonderful gift I didn't get from my first wedding.”

Indirectly, Prita deliberately teased the sentimental side of Bisma through his offensive sentence about heredity. Wanting to disturb the peace of her ex-husband who was inferior about fertility because during the three-year marriage Prita did not go pregnant. Moreover, Prita was hot-hearted when she saw Bhishma who since parting with her was never heard close to any woman, now even brought a very beautiful couple to her party.

Bisma clenched her hands on the sides of the body. Control yourself not to be provoked.

“Wah, congratulations, this is good news,” said Bisma remained calm despite her heart being sliced by pain. “I am happy to be present at the celebration of your gift of happiness with Dhika. Oh yes, I also want to share happy news.”

“What happy news?” tukas Prita quickly with a feeling of anxiety.

Bhishma glanced at Tya with a loving look, what a perfect charade. “Prita, introduce, this is Cintya, My Wife.”

Seriate.