Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 48

Sinful Angel Chapter 48

Bisma meant to go home early apparently to follow do’a alumul together at Vero's house. Often Bisma berdo’a itself in the mushola office or at home if possible, as busy as anything always takes time. Never forgot to’ay beloved father who has gone home also his grandparents. Only the grandmother of the mother who still exists, namely Rima.

“I'll be home after Isya's prayer. Dinner first if you are hungry,” said Bisma who just came out of his room, already fragrant and fresh in a black cocoa dress combined with gray pants.

Tya's clear eyeballs skirted the figure in front of him full of admiration. For Tya, the good looks of Bisma increased many times when wearing clothes like this. He was fascinated, with the coolness that emanated from the figure of the man in front of him.

“I will wait, then just let me know if it is on the way home, let the food be warmed and served, especially the sauce that wants to be made impromptu,” said Tya while smiling widely.

Bisma who was focusing on opening the messaging app, turned to Tya. Noticing around, Bisma brought her face closer to Tya's ear and whispered, “Tya, didn't I tell you two weeks ago? You should also practice and get used to conversing in a relaxed language while interacting with me. Don't be so stiff. Eliminate my word, replace it with me. Like me now.”

Tya clenched her lips tightly. Then nodded slowly. “Sorry, forgetfulness continues,” his great-grandson, grimacing unwell.

“Duh, the message of the newlyweds. Definitely have a chat about moving rooms. Carefully cancel the wudhunya, Den,” said Mang Eko pretentiously who again appeared out of nowhere. The middle-aged man who was also neatly wearing a sarong and koko was grinning while carrying the Fortuner key that Bisma would wear went to Vero's house.

Bisma bent her handsome face and squeaked fiercely. “Mamang really hobby nimbrung kayak mosquito. Hot car mending, soon I want to leave!”

Bhishma departed before the adhan Magrib reverberated. Mang Eko went to the nearest mosque. Erna's tea went into the prayer room which was also available near the rear gazebo, while Tya went into her room.

Tya spread the prayer rug and wear mukena after ablution first. Two things that he used every time he always managed to shake his innermost heart and shed his tears. Since living here, Tya was really encouraged to try to improve himself even better even though his knowledge of religious science was very minimal. Prayer reading is trying to be studied again with more earnest armed with a guidebook of prayers equipped with Alphabet letters that he found fused in a drawer where Bisma put the mucena and prayer mat.

Do’a-do’a that he knew also increased. Trying so hard driven by a desire, which is to mendo’a like neighbors in her rented first who pray’ their families. It was just that the frequent occasions seemed to never side with him. It was the scorn that rained down on him. Many who sneer at him do not deserve to want to be obedient people because he is covered in sin.

His face was always wet in every bow. Atara gratefully combined with a sense of unworthiness, humiliation filled with sin that even he could not imagine, but also undeniably he wanted to achieve divine love. Although the fall of Tya into the black valley did not want it at all.

Finish up doing DO’a as much as possible. Tya took the mushaf on the dressing table. Groping the surface, her tears hardened her cheeks.

Opening online networking on mobile phones, Tya opened a page that contains a video of learning to read the Qur’an which he has often visited. Stammered following directions, struggling until he finally closed the video and his tears broke later. Angry at himself, feeling foolish because of difficulty understanding and following.

Dinner together at eight. After filling her stomach, Bisma invites Tya into her room. There are important things to talk about he said.

“Finally Neng Tya entered also into the room Den Bisma. Must be a goal tonight mah huh, Mang?” Erna Tea who was on the terrace was preparing to go home waiting for an invitation to gossip while giggling.

“Hopefully true, hopefully tokcer,” said Mang Eko who even preoccupation gossip. “So noon Mamang again to the house of Mrs Viona there are strange guests again no? Who suddenly sent a package when Den Bisma and Neng Tya did not order anything?”

“This week isn't there, Mang. Just this afternoon there was a young man hanging around carrying a camera, like the motto of this house while passing by. But maybe it's just a feeling. Uh yeah, Mang. Den Bisma still hasn't said yes to Madam Viona about her wedding?”

“Snow Mang Eko, Den Bisma still hasn't said. That's not our place to tell. Fortunately last month when Mrs Viona visited here before leaving for Palembang, Neng Tya was still in the hospital.”

Mang Eko and Teh Erna chat continues. Meanwhile, awkwardness spreads strongly in the big room of Bhishma.

“Sit here, don't strain so. I will not eat you, do not misunderstand,” said Bisma while patting her mattress, convincing Tya who instead stood stiff like a robot since the door closed perfectly.

One room with a man is nothing new to Tya. However, if the man is Bhishma, always invite a different beat in his heart.

“Good, Mas.” Tya swung her legs, sat next to Bhishma, keeping her distance. “What's important?” ask her with both hands intertwined in her lap.

“Begini, Tya. Saturday night tomorrow, I have to attend a seminar of young entrepreneurs held regularly every year, this time the place in Bali. There are many businessmen from abroad as well. You will come to accompany. And certainly Prita with Radhika will also be present there, so get ready.”

Seriate.