Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 46

Sinful Angel Chapter 46

Bisma dyed in front of Tya's room, rushed in with Tya and closed the door of the meeting room.

“This is your room, hope you like. My room is next door, so you can easily tell me if there are important things to say.”

Tya sat himself on the edge of the big bed with the soft, smooth cloth. His palm landed feeling the fine fibers of the cloth greeting his sense of touch, then circulated his gaze to all corners of the room with artistic furniture that from his point of view was very luxurious.

“More than like, Sir. The room is very nice,” said Tya is not hypocritical.

Bhishma stood looming before Tya with both hands going into her pants pocket. Throwing a rough breath until it sounded loud made Tya look up.

“Tya, I have said get used to call me Mas to perfect the scenario, do not call Father. Worried that your tongue slipped calling me stiff as I was in the crowd, if we were alone we were still safe. But if in front of other people it's another story, it can trigger suspicion that causes the real reason we are together sniffed around and it will certainly produce another very confusing’alan perso, which is very confusing,” is obviously Bhishma who somewhat emphasizes her tone of speech.

Tya rubbed his nape. Honestly, it feels strange to have to call Bisma with such a designation in an uncertain period of time until when it should be done. A pinch of fear seeped into his heart, fearing that he was comfortable with the call to Bhishma which would obviously injure himself. Because judging from any angle it feels inappropriate to expect more, be aware of who and where the position of self.

“Sorry, Sir. Starting today I will try to get more familiar with the call for you,” said Tya steady. He had no choice but to obey and accept to return the favor of the great help of Bhishma for him.

“Why should a new phone? My old phone can still be used?” Silent eyeballs and shade Tya stared at Bisma questioningly. Tya clearly asked because he did not understand, while the one who was stared at was suddenly cold hot. Undeniably, the sensual appeal of Tya is indeed strong like a magnet that is able to ignite his primitive side as a normal man so easily, even in conditions that have not recovered properly even the appeal in Tya as if not reduced.

“Ehm, look, Tya. I Suggest you better use a new number as well as a new phone based on two reasons. The first reason, the new number clearly makes your situation safer, keeping you from the continued entanglement of Marsha who might have disturbed you again. Second, there's no way I'm letting you use a phone that, sorry, is obsolete. At least the wife's mobile phone from Bisma Putra Prasetyo must wear a type that is balanced with my quality strata. If I let you use your old cell phone, people will gossip and label me as a stingy husband. Also, I deliberately chose the more expensive one than the one Prita had seen wearing at the party. We do not know when where we will meet face to face again with my ex-wife who turned out to be still a hobby to disrupt my personal life. So, everything must be prepared carefully and perfectly.”

Tya nodded his head in understanding and his tanned look melted away instantly. “I get it now, I didn't think up to it. You are right, Sir. Better ready umbrella before rain.”

“If you need anything, just call The Erna and Mang Eko. They are usually in the back pavilion. All your needs ranging from interior to home clothes are all available in a closet near the bathroom door. And for the mukena and the alphabet, it's in the big drawer of the dresser. I'll just go to my room, Magrib in a minute. We'll see you again at dinner tonight. Remember, change your call to me, don't forget.”

After Bhishma died, Tya was stunned to look straight at the biggest drawer on the dresser. Rising from his seat, Tya approached and opened the drawer. Sure enough, it contains a green Turkish prayer mat placed next to a pure white mucena. Immediately Tya sat on the floor. Clear details decayed on his cheek. With trembling hands, Tya felt the two objects in a sense of unworthiness, feeling himself dirty.

“Is it still worth me who is filthy and sinful to wear a face this clean? Do I still deserve to rest on this beautiful prayer mat?”

Seriate.