Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 36

Sinful Angel Chapter 36

Bhishma, Marsha and Jerry come out of Tya's treatment room together. Leaving Tya alone with a million questions crammed the brain. The heart desires to follow. However, what is the power of his body that feels crumbled is not free to move, requiring the help of others.

Bisma led the way, heading towards a cafe across from the hospital. Avoid discussing these topics in the hospital area, worrying about disturbing the peace of others.

“How much total do I have to pay?” bisma asked as soon as her hip landed on the cafe chair.

The handsome widower was unpretentious to the point only. Not interested in making small talk, want to finish Tya's business with Marsha as soon as possible because after this he has a longer business with Tya. The consequences of his impulsive attitude must have left Tya confused, and a lengthy explanation was absolutely necessary.

“Total is 17 million, Mas Ganteng. But it can be discounted anyway, with the condition that Mas Ganteng use the services of Date House once again if you need similar services, do not use other services. ” Jerry replied while blushing. Flashing full flirtatious, hitchhiking, while Bisma looks like vomiting with Jerry's reaction that is clearly interested in him.

Marsha buy. Stepping on Jerry's feet using his high shoe rights while glaring cautioned not to mess with the rupiah numbers he liked so much.

“He only spoke, Mr. Bhishma. The total is 17 million without any discount,” explained Marsha quickly, scuttering the mouth of Jerry who was about to open again.

“Well, I will transfer the money now to the same account as last week's transaction. But, I need a black written agreement on white, right here, right now, right now, right now before the money goes into your account. I'd like, you in writing, to remove Tya from Date House, because after that Tya will be bound by a contract of employment with me, will be my employee in the company as a way of repayment of compensation. I need a physical file because I don't want to lose twice. As a businessman I always learn from experience" said Bisma without a smile. Showing angry mimicry. His tone was high, clearly not accepting any rebuttal.

“Jerry, grab a black bag containing the agreement file for the agent in the car, you have fifteen minutes!” his word to Jerry who grimaced with the pain of Marsha's footprints. Although hobbled, Jerry thrashed toward Marsha's car parked in the hospital parking lot.

“Don't forget yes, sir. Total of 17 million. If at another time you need the services of Date House again, then later I will give a discount,” said Marsha excited with sparkling eyes, can't wait for the nominal money seventeen million into his account for free.

The bisma crosses both arms across the chest. The corner of his right lip was raised, grinning obliquely.

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Tya turned his head as soon as the door of his treatment room was pushed from the outside. Lightning his gaze fiercely as he looked at the incoming figure of Bhishma.

“Pak, you owe me an explanation! What does your accusation mean to me about removing your precious jewelry? Obviously we have an appointment because I want to return the ring!” tya spray growled, his chest of fireworks did not accept.

“And what do you claim to be my future husband? Why did you give Mr. Sarif some money for Caca's funeral? I also asked the nurse who changed the infusion when you came out with Ms. Marsha, why did you pay my hospital fees and put me in an expensive room but then accused me of eliminating your valuables instead? What do you mean exactly! Don't just because I'm a hard person and then you just want to accuse me of that! I don't need your help if in the end it's just to be humbled! Just let me rot and die!” Tya raced angrily unacceptable, his chest and flowers deflated emotions.

Bhishma approached the side of the bed where Tya was lying. Sighs long.

“If you want to know right now what is the reason for me to do this to you, I will say. I am the one who needs your help, not the other way around. I was in a desperate situation due to the carelessness of my mouth which turned out to be long-tailed. You can't die, I really need your help.”

The sentence of Bisma makes Tya even more confused now. Not to mention the mimic of the face of Bisma who was once ice-cold, now again issued a sense of security in every ripple of his handsome sculpture.

“You don't joke sir. How can I help you when my current condition is not even able to help myself?” cecar Tya looked.

Bisma wet the lips. Ducking for a moment without a word before returning to see Tya then said, “How, be my wife, Cintya.”

Seriate.