Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 19

Sinful Angel Chapter 19

Bisma's white car drove out of the parking area of The Ritz Carlton Hotel. Leaving the place where the culprits scrape his heart wound is partying. Bhishma who was at the party was so sweet and warm, now back in his initial suit, stiff and looks unpleasant.

Silent stretches, only the roar of the car engine fills the ears. Tya, who had intended to protest when out of the realm of the party related to the concept that deviated, was now silent to observe Bisma who was controlling the wheel.

Realizing that Tya was staring at the side of his face as if demanding an explanation. The bisma gulps before finally breaking the silence inside the vehicle.

“Sorry,” says Bisma while staying focused forward, watching the crowded streets ahead.

“For?” ask Tya.

“Sorry to change the plan from the one discussed at the beginning, also sorry about the points of the skinship,” explained Bisma, I am sorry, feeling past the boundaries of her own rules.

Tya changed his sitting position, leaning, crossing and looking straight at his client. “Yes, you must indeed apologize. What happened on the field this time is very far away from the concept that we have agreed, entirely. Why did you introduce me as a wife? You know, your reflexes make people hang, sir. Good thing my heart is healthy!” tya firmly, expressed his objection.

“That's why I'm sorry. I don't think about my own words either. At the same time, I also want to thank you for being willing to follow the impromptu situation even though it deviates far from the agreed concept,” said Bisma, truly grateful.

The heartfelt thanks from the bottom of Bhishma's heart are well conveyed to Tya's gentle soul hidden behind her heart. Tya shakes his head, smears a smile.

“I was surprised also objected, had to act as a wife at all I have never done, that is the main problem of my objection. But, to be honest it was quite pleasant, and I enjoyed every moment when we especially you made Madame Radhika look very upset. From his habits, he looks like he deserves it.”

Bisma chuckled. Glanced briefly at Tya when the car drove slowly because of heavy traffic. “Could you have a sixth sense? Why not just open a psychic practice?” Bisma said jokingly, blowing up the boisterous laughter of Tya who also transmitted to him.

“Dijamin went out of business, sir,” added Tya as his laughter began to subside. “But, because you broke a lot of the deal, then you have to pay compensation.”

“Sure, I've been thinking about the compensation since. Tips and compensation will be given directly to you as an apology as well as a big thank you for your professional performance tonight. It's just that I'm reluctant to discuss it first, afraid you're offended.”

Tya termangu's. Observing Bhishma is like a rare artifact. Bhishma was the first good man to ever hire him, treating him with such respect, as most of his clients were morally poor men before.

For a moment Bisma fell silent, smiling faintly. “Hopefully,” his words that somehow his tongue feels bland when interrogating Tya's words. “Send your account number to my mobile number. I will transfer money tips and compensation.” Bisma handed her a card to Tya.

Tya's face was a bit confused when he received the small card. “Pak, sorry. Can you give me cash? I don't have a bank account,” Tya said frankly.

Bisma glanced at a glance, then nodded her head. “Bby. I'll take the cash. After the money is received, I take you home. Dangerous women come home alone nights, not to mention while carrying cash. Where's your address?”

“That's right, Sir?” Tya asked semringah. Upholding back.

“Yes, I look like a bully?”

“Wah. Thanks a lot, sir. I could get rid of the cost. Just take me to RSUD Kebayoran Baru. There are relatives who are sick, want to negok all aplus waiting,” explained Tya short, not long let alone describe. “But my clothes and shoes that Mami Marsha bought are still in your hotel room, Sir. If you don't mind, may I take it first? You should I return it to Date House tomorrow morning,” pinta Tya. Sounds too demanding and self-informed, but want how else, this is the situation.

“Oke.” Bisma immediately undertakes without bargaining, feeling responsible and in debt sorry for Tya has put the paid woman in a difficult position at her ex-wife's party.

The bisma looks at the left and right sides of the road. Looking for an ATM machine to withdraw the amount of cash that will be given to Tya, because his wallet is filled more lines of cards than cash sheets. About five meters ahead, Bisma saw an ATM machine on the left side of the road, precisely located between a 24-hour minimarket and a flower shop that looks to be improving is about to close the field.

“Wait here for a while,” says Bisma on Tya after car parked neatly.

“Good, Sir.”

Rushing, Bisma took ten million rupiah cash to give to Tya. Just as he was about to get out of the box where the cash was pulled, his tail caught the sighting of a black mercy sedan whose familiar number plate stopped across the street, the car that Prita once bought a month before all the decay of his ex-wife was exposed.

As her sharp intuition worked, Bisma realized she was being stalked. Get out of the ATM machine. He stepped quietly and instead visited the flower shop that was about to close. Buy a big bouquet of red roses, waltze with a smile and then get back in his car.

Seriate.