Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 58

Sinful Angel Chapter 58

Bisma and Tya enter the ballroom at the last minute before the opening of the seminar. Including late, because all participants of the seminar almost 95 percent have appeared present.

They were late due to being lulled into an unplanned caliphate. Grinding the two in a maelstrom of lips that reluctantly detached. At first it was just to manace Prita. However, who would have thought when exchanging body saliva Bhishma and Tya like iron ore that finds a magnetic field. Carrying away the flow of the mission that a few minutes ago the bow drove too fast.

As the current dragged the two along, a trail of hot lips adorned the neck near Tya's right ear. It was clearly there now, which Tya was trying to hide by collecting her long hair on the right side of her neck.

It was also the engraving of the imprint that prompted Tya to reflexively pass the moans so powerful that the cunning artist, and ******* sexy Tya is the one who finally broke the two of their instincts that suddenly mastered reason.

The empty seat is at the back. No longer having time to choose a seat, Bisma and Tya chose the nearest seat and sat side by side there.

“Sorry. I got out of control, I didn't mean it. You're okay, right?” bisma's obvious whisper regretted her impulsiveness, fearing that Tya felt harassed by her.

Bisma is also muffling her own nervousness as a result of her unexpected actions on Tya a moment ago. Given this public place, Bhishma must quickly master themselves so as not to invite questions. While Tya repeatedly rubbed his nape which still leaves a cold hot swish. His body language is equally awkward.

“Eh, I .. I'm nothing, Mas. Relax,” he said chuckled dry, even his clumsy laughter sounded strange in his own ears. The two then kept each other quiet, busy with their respective speculations of mind.

“The trick starts,” says Bisma quickly to break the awkwardness. Tya's automatic view immediately focused forward as well as Bhishma.

The opening ceremony was met with a standing ovation. A welcome to welcome important people. The bisma watches carefully as the Sources give directions. In the question and answer session, Bisma actively asked.

Of the many entrepreneurs who attended, five selected young entrepreneurs were given the opportunity to join in the live talk filling the event with speakers. Bhishma was among the chosen ones. He also did not expect to get the opportunity to introduce its flagship products exclusively at events of this size, considering that Agra Prime has only been established not long ago. It is like an unexpected blessing.

Tya observed from a distance. Not knowing where it came from, a sense of pride filled his heart to see the chosen Bisma contribute in front of him, making him amazed by the way the Bisma spoke in public that was so authoritative. Tya reflexively waved lightly as Bisma occasionally glanced at him, cheering up by clenching her hands together.

“Spirit, spirit!” great-grandson enthusiastic.

Radhika who was in the front row, looks grim when her name is not called. Though usually Sinar Abadi with its flagship product in the world, Green Premium is always ternotice at major events, but tonight even lost its prestige with a new one can boom in the homeland market.

Beside him, Prita was seen hooting with an upset face because Radhika was not called to the podium. His wife's nagging was responded by Radhika with an eye gesture, asking Prita to calm down first because they were still in a public place.

“Self-resistant, Ta. Don't ask me to argue here. Remember, we have to keep our attitude. Here many influential people are also this public place,” rebuked Radhika whispered back.

“How can I calm down. It's an important event. Anyway at the exhibition tomorrow, our product should be the star at any cost. If you need to negotiate through the back. Remember, Mas. We need big funds to cover the loss of crop failure one of our plantations this year and this time is a golden opportunity. Many successful entrepreneurs from home and abroad are looking for partners. I don't want to yes, if until my luxury seized by the bank!” Prita emphasized her words, no matter if her husband was hit by severe stress due to her demands.

“Tren easy first. Don't talk about it here. Worried someone eavesdropped. We'll talk in the room later after the event is over.”

The opening seminar was conducive. After the core event was completed, continued with a short friendly considering the time is almost midnight. There are only a few who come, most choose to go back to their respective rooms to rest considering that tomorrow's event is still long, which according to the schedule will start early in the morning.

Bisma is still stuck in the VIP bench with the speakers and the committee who are very interested in his new innovation. Inevitably Tya waited in the ballroom that began to be quiet.

Kebelet wants to pee, Tya looking for the nearest toilet. And when he was about to rinse his hands after finishing with the affairs of his bladder, he met Prita who was also both about to wash his hands. Tya remained calm, soaping his hands together with a lithe and relaxed movement.

"You're Bisma's wife, right?" ketus Prita, scan Tya from toe to head.

“Eh, Miss Prita huh? Hello, did not expect us to meet here,” greet Tya mince words in a sweet tone.

“It looks like you don't know Bhishma very well. As his ex-wife, I don't think he likes his wife to grow hair at important events. Prefer being neatly laid out upwards like when you attend my party. Though today's event is very crucial for entrepreneurs, but unfortunately the companion is not familiar with the tastes of his own husband who always wants to leave a neat impression," chirps Prita even nyinyir when he saw Tya's hair scattered collected on the right side.

Tya picked up a tissue, dried her hands and turned her head. “Ah, thanks for your attention. Actually I do know about it, but tonight Mas Bisma who asked me to grow my hair,” Tya said with a beautiful smile.

“Is that? Mass?” cibir Prita, impressed in disbelief.

“Iya, because of something, so forced to be scrapped. Duh, how do ya explain it.” Tya grabbed all her hair, lifted it and then showed the lip stamp on the side of her neck to Prita. The unexpected unplanned red mark is very useful now.

“This is the cause, deliberately broken down to close this. We are still the newlyweds. So yes it is, I'm sure Surely you understand very well,” said Tya blushed meaningfully. “I first yes, Miss Prita. Worry Mas Bisma search.”

Tya sauntered lightly out of there, leaving Prita who was now clenching her hands in annoyance.

Seriate.