Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 21

Sinful Angel Chapter 21

Bisma continued to drive the vehicle casually. Turning on the music of classical songs also opens the window glass on the left and right sides to half. Pretending not to know that he is being trailed by a black Mercedes Benz sedan behind him who sometimes overtakes ahead, maybe so as not to be too obvious is following.

Tya leaned affectionately on Bhishma's shoulder while hugging the bouquet of flowers along the way. Both put on a smile. Tya is seen chatting with Bisma who is controlling the steering wheel interspersed with happy spoiled laughter. I don't know what was being talked about, which is clear in the eyes of the stalker, the couple was seen chatting fun, making him dislike. In fact, Bisma and Tya only move random lips following a song verse that flows to perfect the play, not talking.

“Since when did Bhishma so like to buy flowers in such random moments and show off intimacy with open car window glass? A foreign woman from a planet where exactly is her wife anyway? To the extent that it can make Bhishma change habits! He should still love to die with me!” Prita grumbled in disbelief after catching a glimpse of Bisma's affection with Tya in the car as her sedan managed to overtake her. Hit the irritated upholstery next to him, venting an outpouring of unacceptable envy.

Fortuner white Bisma turned to a nearby fast food restaurant. Just decided to eat here because Tya's stomach has rumbled. Although Bhishma does not like you so much junk food, but tonight is an exception, the important thing is not to eat at all times. Open the car door for Tya and take her in.

“What message do you want?” bisma asked Tya without letting go of the embrace. The entire glass-walled restaurant is translucent, requiring him to continue to interact intimately with Tya because his ex-wife also parked the car in the parking area whose position reaches the viewing room to the rest of the resto.

“Anything can. Up yours. For me, eating can be very grateful, sir. The important thing is that this hungry stomach is filled, let alone treated like this. I leave it to those who treat,” said Tya as it is. Looks happy to look at the food display while swallowing saliva.

“Good.”

Bisma ordered a complete package for two people. They eat with joy. Bisma occasionally bribes her and Tya, who quickly responds to the situation, opens her mouth, letting Bisma bribe her, even bringing her face closer as she wipes the sauce at the end of her lips. Tya also changed to feed Bisma, and it made the audience sitting in the car more inflamed.

Finished filling the stomach, Bisma and Tya continued the journey to the Hotel JW Mariott. From the rearview mirror, the black car looks back to follow. Instead of ending, it is becoming.

Oh, geez. His ex-wife is less than a job! The party itself was stolen!

Tya grumbled inwardly, bobbing heads, inexhaustible.

Bisma parked the car in the basement of the hotel where she was staying. Silent basement conditions. It was late, almost middle.

Reflex, Tya held down the arm of Bisma who was about to push the car door. Stopping while dizzy watching the black sedan stalker who also participated in the parking not far from where Fortuner Bisma is located.

“Sorry, Sir. I know this is very, very presumptuous. But, I have an idea that might be able to stop your ex-wife from continuing to spy. Minimal for now, because it looks like he'll keep stalking around timelessly. Looks like we need to drop a little therapeutic shock, like you said he's looking for validation and we have to give it, like,” was obviously Tya serious without turning his eyes away from the black sedan window glass that was now open a little.

“What idea?” Bisma chimed in, curious about the idea in Tya's head.

“This idea of mine may be a bit perverted. But I'm sure the effect is more remarkable than showing a theatrical romance.”

Bhishma's forehead folded in it, still clueless. “What do you mean?”

“Pak, we have to wiggle this car. To make your ex-wife assume. You are not a minor teenager. I'm sure, you must understand what I mean, Mr. Bhishma," replied Tya asserted and Bhishma immediately understood what idea Tya meant.

Without many words, Bisma nodded in agreement. Tya's ideas include brilliant to smear the arrogance of his ex-wife who always feels most adored. Both of them tried hard to shake the car from the inside. People outside must think the passengers inside are doing very intimate things, even though Tya and Bisma wiggle their respective seats so that the car swings perfectly. Every now and then they stopped, the floor continued on again until it took them about thirty minutes.

“I think it's enough, Sir,” Tya said. His breathing was dull, it turned out that shaking the car was quite tiring.

“OK. I also feel like this is enough. We'd better get down now and go up to the room. I am also thirsty, need a drink,” said Bisma while glancing at the ex-wife's car.

“Wait-wait, Sir. You should slightly shuffle your hair, unbutton the top shirt and remove the part of the shirt tucked in the waist, so that more convincing, Sir,” Tya advice, Tya advises, the ungoverned one was rubbing her lipstick on her own lips to fade away, unzipping the dress on the front slightly down, and touching both sides of her hairdo to partially decompose like it had been squeezed out. .

At first Bhishma was a bit clumsy, but Tya's suggestion there was a point as well, where maybe he went down in a neat condition, could invite suspicion Prita.

Both of them came down after believing their forms were no longer neat. Hands to the elevator. Leaving behind the black car whose passengers were now inflamed berating the innocent driver, ordered a gas tanker from there.

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