Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 63
Sinful Angel Chapter 63
Already half an hour of Bhishma in there, Tya paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door. Not a single inch away from there. Several times put the alarmed ear Bisma called and his ears did not hear. However, until now there has been no one call.
Wounded. Tya braved herself knocking. “Mas, still soaking? Better not long. It's getting late. I've ordered a cold drink like Mas asked,” Tya said at the door.
A few seconds passed, which in the bathroom did not answer. Instead of being tortured anxiously, Tya decided to push the door, nothing was called presumptuous, rather than a wretched Bhishma, he thought.
Just as his hand was about to touch the doorknob, the door he had been waiting for opened from within. Bisma came out wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair was still wet dripping with water spots, it seemed that Bhishma was not only soaking, but also flushing himself. The facial sharpness and the slightly reddened eye bias were still the same, like being enduring torment.
Tya grabbed an additional towel folded on the table that was delivered along with a cold drink. Closer back to Bhishma who is still standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Swab and rub the towel gently while nagging.
“Against feeling well why even shampooing, Mas? Although the warning, should not be splashed cold water these nights, can make the head more sick and even heavier.”
Tya stopped his activities as Bhishma took a step back. Pushing softly Tya's hand that was holding her hair.
“Do not get close. You better not come near me,” firmly Bhishma hissed heavily, her jaw seemed to tighten.
Tya who was filled with genuine care, suddenly felt offended by the rejection of Bhishma. “Why? I just wanted to help. As a fellow human being, there's no way I'm just watching as Mas seems in pain and clearly seems to need help.”
Bhishma gulped, looking at Tya deeply. “It's not so, Tya. I know your personality cares a lot about seeing other people need help. But, this time you should not help me, dangerous for you,” explained Bisma who then walked still a bit unsteady towards the table, sipping a glass of cold milk that is already available, hoping to be able to relieve the turmoil of torment that is suffering great.
Tya followed from behind, although upset, but he remained worried that Bhishma had fallen. Bhishma seemed to be holding the side of the table firmly as if he was about to crush it. Quickly Tya held onto Bhishma's fist, his frustration evaporating again changing anxiously.
“Mas, try frankly, actually which part hurts? How about asking the hotel for help to call a doctor? The sooner the treatment is better, right? Not to mention we're away from home, I'm afraid your pain is getting worse. If Mas dies in this room I could be accused of being her husband's own murderer. I don't want to get in the news and go to jail.” No matter if Bhishma refused again, Tya felt Bhishma's cheeks wanting to check her temperature, eroding the distance, wanting to observe more closely.
Bisma was about to brush off the delicate hand that landed on her cheek and forehead. But urung done when seeing the look of Tya's face which is only two feet away just like crying. Exhaling heavily, Bisma stared back at Tya with my eyes, chuckling thinly when she heard the end of Tya's sentence.
“This pain I think is not dangerous. Tomorrow I'm sure it's better. Don't cry. I will not die just because of this,” replied Bisma hoarse. Swiping Tya's cheek, and quickly released her hand again from the smoothness of Tya's skin, as if she was hit by a dangerous electric shock that should be avoided.
Tya tilted his head. Observing Bisma carefully, examining the symptoms as well as the reaction of the body of a man who is seen to continue to fidget and groan uncomfortable. Plus the highlight of Bisma's net slur made Tya turn her eyes.
“Mas know what causes your body to react not okay?” tanya Tya took a look.
Bisma delved into the shady netra who was nailing her eyes. The look in Tya's eyes implied that this beautiful woman before him was able to guess what was going on with her. “More or less I know, therefore do not be near,”.
“Know how to handle it?”
“I know,” replied Bhishma briefly. “But I'm sure even sleep can subside.”
“You sure you can close your eyes in this condition? I know it's very difficult.”
Bhishma stared fixedly at Tya while enduring the agonizing torment. The entire atmosphere was tense, demanding to be relaxed. Nodding thinly though unsure.
Silent for a moment, Tya retreated into the Netra Bisma. There's nothing wrong if Tya wants to help Bhishma now? After all, as Vero said, he and Bhishma were married, although Siri was still a legitimate husband and wife. She was not peddling herself on a striped nose, but on a man of her husband's status.
Suddenly, Tya's hand was stretched out, opening the clamp that supported her hairdo, leaving her to be unraveled. Then without being told, Tya unbuttoned his dress in front of Bisma one by one.
“Tya, what are you doing!” bisma growled, buying with the corners of the lips twitching. “Stop!”
Not minding the Bhishma clash, Tya kept the buttons open and let the dress slide to the floor. Tya clung to Bhishma who was trying to retreat away. Bhishma is still trying to keep Tya's body away, although when Tya's delicate skin docked to him, his sanity began to scatter.
Tya tiptoed, draped an arm to Bhishma's neck and whispered. “Let me help ease the torment of the pain you are feeling, Mas. Mas has also helped me a lot when I was sick, so let me help you now.”
"Don't be reckless! I'm not sure I can stop if you're like this, Cintya!"
"Then don't stop." Without warning, Tya invaded Bhishma with a very shrewd pagutan. Prisoner of bisma who was already powerless mehanan themselves, collapsed instantly. Replying to the pagutan Tya more savage effect of aphrodisiac substances that run the pulse.
Bhishma grabbed onto Tya's nape, planted her lips deeply, held Tya's slender body firmly against her and pushed her to her back on the top of the contest, trapping her under her male confinement.
Seriate.