Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 2
Sinful Angel Chapter 2
The First Wedding Anniversary
Radhika Suroso and Prita Arhdya
The bisma clucked lazily, throwing away any maroon-colored invitation letter she had just read.
His head took off back to plunge the surface of the pillow. The bisma blew a loud air through her mouth while rubbing her rough face feeling the heat from the accumulated disappointment from the treacherous wounds that rumbled behind her chest cavity. The prettiest came back after reading the contents of a letter sent by his ex-wife, which turned out to be an invitation to the wedding anniversary party of the ex-wife with her former best friend.
A moment later Bhishma laughed discordantly at the sight of the lizard on the wall that was mixing love, as if they were deliberately mocking his solitude.
“You're teasing me huh? Show off the scene of two plus one in front of my eyes these nights, where it's cold, raining again!” his grunts cursing while breathing cynical lightning on the two lizards who ride the breed in his room. Complementing the banter sent by the ex-wife who still likes to dance on her wound after two years torn the bonds of their sacred promise.
“Argh. Fucking letter!”
Bisma swears pissed. Regretting his reflexes just a moment ago who instead chose to open the envelope on the nightstand rather than take the air conditioning remote. Making the intense sleepiness drops one by one, snatching away the desire of his sleep when his body is unusually tired.
The clock continues to roll, Bhishma still can not close his eyes. Rolling on the king-size mattress, trying to dampen the taste that disturbed his mind and heart.
“Lho, The. He said tired and sleepy? But why make coffee?” asked Mang Eko astonishment when he caught Bisma brewing a cup of cappucino in the kitchen. Mang Eko has just finished locking all the doors and intends to head to the rear gazebo to continue watching the ball game on television that is still going on.
“Perhaps because it is too tired, suddenly my sleepiness is gone. Instead of staying up late unclear, it is better to use for useful things,” replied Bisma while stirring her hot coffee.
“It's not because it's too tired. But since his sleep is nothing to accompany, there is no life bolster that can be embraced.” Mang Eko said as he rattled.
Bisma fiercely glared at the middle-aged man of her housekeeper who she had considered like a brother herself.
“Mamang don't be pretentious. Mang Eko had also been sleeping for three years without anyone being hugged. We are not much different!” sergeant Bisma judes.
“Wuih, clearly different Den. Mamang left behind by his wife pas already aki-aki like this. His nickname was already the smell of the ground. Unlike Aden who is young, fresh, fit, mighty. Mama was also young. Aden's age is stirring again. It may be that this is the code of nature that prompted Den Bisma to start rethinking about life partner.”
Not his mother, not even his brother Mang Eko, all these days a hobby once suggested him knitting love again, often raising the topic of conversation about finding a partner. A relationship that is very reluctant to do again, his old wounds still feel sore and painful every time considering the betrayal of his ex-wife and former best friend.
“Better Mamang watch the ball again than so lambe turah. I want to work!” it's hard to be sebal. Moving the kitchen with the coffee cup in hand, leaving Mang Eko who was giggling with satisfaction.
Seriate.