Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 4
Sinful Angel Chapter 4
Bisma set out to play futsal with a rather apprehensive form. His handsome face is very noticeable lack of sleep, visible from the blackened circle of pandas that surround the eyes.
Even so, his passion for dribbling together is not extinguished. Bisma remains engrossed in enjoying his hobby, although tired of hit at all does not reduce the performance of the match, no less excellent than his colleagues who look fit enough rest.
"Sir, what happened to your face? Less sleep?" guess a brown-haired white man who was tearing himself up in a long chair occupied by Bisma in the GOR break area of futsal. "Do you need warmth?" his god connected with a series of sentences that sounded intentionally disturbing.
The bisma puts a bottle of mineral water after it has finished half of its contents. "If you just need warmth, the stove in my kitchen is no less warm, Vero Galuh Kamandaka! The heat is burning!" Bisma snorted with a fierce squealing gaze.
The Bhishma-aged man named Vero was loud. He often played futsal with Bhishma. Vero was his little friend and his neighbor. Vero's parents' house is located across from the house of Bhishma's parents. It's just that when entering the lecture they had lost contact because Vero chose to study at a university in Semarang while Bisma studied at one of the country's top public universities in the city of Bogor, Bogor, and majored in business in Bandung after majoring in agriculture in Kota Rain until completion.
Unexpectedly they finally reunited when Bisma bought a house in one of Vero's real estate, one month before her marriage to Prita took place five years ago.
Vero snatched the bottle of Bhishma's drinking water, gulped its contents down to the ludes, not caring about Bhishma who was still muttering scolding.
"That's very sewage. It looks like an PMS girl!" vero said to interrupt again, not stop.
"You too are rese! Similar mom-emak julid. Put on that skirt!" reply Bisma did not want to lose and Vero more and more laughing exploded laughter.
"No, just nagging. Your reaction is clearly a symptom of lack of caress. You may be threatened with hypertension at a young age if the dartingan continues. May I introduce you to someone?"
"Since when did property entrepreneurs switch professions to become matchmakers? Galuh Residence intends to spread the wings to build a matchmaking bureau!" cibir Bisma.
"Available a party invitation?" ask Vero then.
Bhishma knew where this conversation was going. Of course what is discussed is the invitation sent by his ex-wife, considering Vero's wife was a friend of Prita High School.
"Hmm," replied Bhishma briefly, somewhat reluctantly. His emotions were ignited early this morning and had subsided a little after being vented on the round ball, now calling the heat again to the surface.
"Hows it? This time coming?" Vero glanced, watching the expression of Bhishma.
"It seems that I will come this time, " said Bisma unsure, doubt was heard from her tone.
"A good decision. If you keep dodging, then they will get bigger and bigger. Feeling really victorious after cheating you out." The intonation of Vero's words gradually became serious, concerned with the flow of life through which Bhishma passed.
Bisma seemed to think, speechless staring straight out the window GOR. Since dawn, he had been considering attending an invitation to the ex-wife's party after a mock email entered his email address. It's just that Bhishma wants his arrival this time to hit the pride of Prita who still considers him a love slave. Given that Prita knew very well, Bisma was love to die with all her heart on the campus flower first.
"Vero. I need a paid woman, can you help me find her before next week's party?" bisma said suddenly, turning to Vero who was observing him.
The sentence of Bisma made Vero jump in shock as well as glaring at horror. Uncommanded reflex hit Bhishma's head using an empty drinking water bottle in her hand.
"Lonely is lonely! But do not even want to snack outside! So get married again, let your brain get sane!"
Seriate.