Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 73

Sinful Angel Chapter 73

Tya almost dropped a serving plate containing fried shrimp flour that had just ripened. Just as he turned around, he was surprised by the figure of Bhishma who was already in the kitchen.

“Yes my goodness, Mas! Make me shocked,” protest Tya while stroking his own chest.

“It wasn't me who was surprised, but you were too serious with the stove and pan in front of you to hear that your husband had gone home from work,” kekeh Bisma who is leaning the right side of his body against the wall with both arms folded in front.

“Su-husband?” Tya parroted, gulped. “Ma-sorry, Mas. I was_”

“What cooking?” cut off the Bhishma and Tya automatically stopped her stuttering sentence.

Bisma did not care about Tya who blinked erratically, even Tya's tongue suddenly twisted when asked what menu he cooked. Bhishma cut the distance and saw the contents of the plate that was held by Tya. Take one piece of fried shrimp, stuff it into the mouth.

“Mmm, delicious. Crispy and not too salty. I like,” praise Bisma just relax, while the heart of Tya leaping wildly now, between happy and shocked. Just this time Tya cooked for Bhishma without the intervention of Teh Erna and did not expect Bhishma to praise her first cooking.

“Eh, really good?” tanya Tya was curious. His two eyebrows nearly fused together as he frowned.

“Iya, delicious. You cook by yourself? Where's Erna Tea?”

“Oh, the ... Erna Tea I asked you to come home early. Occasionally, so that you can enjoy souvenirs from Bali as soon as possible with his family. When you come home at night, his grandchildren will be asleep.” Tya tried not to answer stuttered again, although now the pounding behind his rib cavity is beating insecure.

“Where is the event to visit your friend's house? Smoothly?”

Tya nodded slowly. “Currently, Mas.”

“Like to play there?” continue Bisma again.

“Not forgetting control to the hospital right? What do doctors say?” Bisma continued to ask comfortably about the things that Tya did today. The chat topic contained the attention most dreamed of by the wives when her husband came home from work.

“Doctor said my broken bone condition is getting better and better from the last time control. That's why I want to try cooking myself and train my right hand strength again,” replied Tya semringah.

“How can I see the seams,” pinta Bisma.

“Huh, bu-make what?” Tya hesitantly showed the scars of the surgical incision on his right arm. For this reason, he always chose to wear long-sleeved clothes to cover the scars of the stitches, still leaving traces on the surface of the skin although faint after routinely applying the best patent ointment prescribed by doctors.

Without waiting for approval, Bisma gently sighed Tya's right hand. Roll up Tya's sleeves up.

“Eh, Mass. Don't look!” Tya was about to pull his hand, not confident if until Bisma saw a stitch in the arm about five inches above the elbow. “I'm ashamed!” tekik Tya does not cover anymore.

“Be quiet,” said Bisma who is now observing the stitches, rolling her fingers over the scar. Tya held her breath as Bisma stroked as gently as a touch of cotton.

Tya then looked up while Bisma was more down because the difference in their height was quite significant. Find their eyes in a straight line. Rolling into each other's netra.

“Why should I be ashamed? I've even seen your skin as a whole, haven't I?” Bisma spoke meaningfully with one eyebrow raised up.

"Huh?" Tya even gawked, made wrong with the attitude of Bhishma that was too sweet than usual.

Bisma carved out her handsome smile then landed a kiss right on top of the surgical incision marks on Tya's arm.

“That's an extra drug from me. So as to heal soon. I want to take a shower first, later we have dinner together,” he said, who then rubbed the top of Tya's head while then. Going to his room left Tya who was fixated with red blushing cheeks.

Seriate.