Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 68

Sinful Angel Chapter 68

Prita only takes breakfast in very small portions. Nausea from her pregnancy is not extreme, it's just that every morning is often felt even though it is not intense and that's what makes her tasteless. Plus the treats of the morning scenery that greeted him made his eating desire scattered freefall.

Prita took a seat first while Radhika had not finished taking the dishes, still talking to some of the organizers who were also about to fill the stomach.

The table which was a good distance from Bisma and Tya was chosen by Prita. Honestly, he's burning with anger right now, the more explosive when the corner of his eye accidentally glanced at Tya's neck up close while passing the area where Bisma and Tya were sitting who was having a romantic breakfast so friendly. The trace of love was vaguely exposed, making him annoyed as well as envious not a bitch. Must have been a wild and hot bisma last night in bed. Things that failed to get when he was ready to execute.

Sitting at a table a short distance away from Bisma and Tya, Prita threw down her buttocks. Sipping the mineral water is haphazard, trying to dampen the anger considering this is a public place.

“I have got her phone number Mrs Bisma. Hopefully he is really willing to share tips so that our husband stays sticky continue with us, tips make a hot husband in bed.”

“But apparently the person is really friendly and good, not just keeping the image. I'm sure Mrs Bisma will definitely want to share the recipe. You see, the traces pampered husband who looked from the outside just so hot, let alone hidden.”

The whispers of young mistresses plus giggling as crisp as behind his back made Prita's head throb even more pain. Feels pierced. Not only because of emotions, but also combined with the demands of his unfinished hyper desire.

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Tya and Bhishma were taking a leisurely stroll on the beach after breakfast. So that the stomach is not swollen due to satiety. Understandably, their breakfast this time was equivalent to a portion of lunch.

The beach in the morning bathed in sunlight is so stunning. Emitting elbow. Tya was so happy, this was the first time in his life to experience a holiday even though he was here with Bhishma not purely for a vacation, more for work. However, for Tya still considered as a vacation.

“What would you do to an ex-wife who has been so far away? About what did he do that for?” Tya opened the word to talk.

“About what steps I'm going to take I'm thinking about. Clearly, don't be rash. As for why, of course everything was done to destroy my image. They certainly do not like to see me rise again,” said Bisma while staring into the expanse of the open sea.

“Hah, they?” Tya was surprised.

“Yes, they. My vague memories clearly record my ex-wife and ex-friend as the culprit. Fortunately, their plan did not go smoothly.” Bisma actually wants to say ‘untung course there is you' also say ‘thank you’. It's just stuck on the tip of the tongue, reluctant to discuss the incident last night because it feels awkward and groggy.

“Terserah Mas only. Actually I want to buy souvenirs for Khalisa. But, even though I want to buy also what my day. I don't have any money.” Tya chuckled, answering what was a bandaged joke.

Really, Tya just wanted to melt the atmosphere so that Bisma did not continue to be clumsy, even Tya took the initiative to buy Bisma along the beach because Bisma continued to jump in shock every time their hands touched. Tya was not bored reminding that they were in a public place that likely many eyes were on them, especially the spy Prita. Do not perfect chemistry that has been built neatly confused by the awkward virus.

Bhishma's footsteps stopped. Looking to his left side and looking at Tya deeply, made the one stared in astonishment.

“Why?” Tya asked back while tidying his hair that flew swept by the sea breeze. “Do I look disheveled because my hair is broken? Yes already, I tie it first.”

“Do not!” sambar Bisma was quick, holding the hand of Tya who was about to reach into the pocket of skinny jeans that wrapped his legs. “Do not tie. Better just scrape.”

Bisma was again invaded in panic. Preventing Tya half forced, because Bisma does not want the results of her lips canvas more exposed. Between shame and his own work blends unwillingly when some men who are also walking on the beach steal a look at this beautiful woman.

“Why can't you?” tya wants to know the reason.

“More ideal scooped in this atmosphere. Let your hair feel the sensation of being stroked by the sea breeze,” said Bisma berkilah. “Follow me,” took him suddenly, grabbed Tya's hand and invited her to sit on a stretch of white sand.

“What's up?” Tya asked as they sat down side by side.

Bisma reached into the wallet in her pants pocket. Take one gold color card and hand it over to Tya's hand. “This, for you. I'm sorry, I forgot all this time" he explained.

“Huh? Make me? For what?” tya doesn't understand.

“The card contains some money. I will be doing a routine monthly. I should have given it a long time ago. Was born of me to you. One of the duties I have to fulfill on you as a husband because now you are my wife, Cintya."

Seriate.