Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 74

Sinful Angel Chapter 74

Bhishma knew a hundred percent change in her sudden attitude must have left Tya startled. What just happened in the dining room was not impulsive, but intentional.

He wanted to try to feel her taste, dive into her heart like Vero's advice. Is it true that he feels a special vibe called love for Tya? For this reason, Bisma launched an initiative even though he risked getting a bogem or slap from Tya. Without the cue of intimate conversation involving friendly skinship. And it was fortunate that Tya did not give him the gift of a floating palm.

The bisma rests its back on the door of the room that has just been closed tightly. His hands lifted up, palpating his own chest, searching for answers to the questions that continued to rage along the way home.

His heart beats faster. The rhythm of the degupannya melodious. Dancing is like a longing symphony. Beautiful throbbing penetrates the heart.

Bisma wasn't the kid yesterday afternoon. Ever been attached to the heart and have a friendly relationship with a woman's name. It's just that he forgot more precisely buried the source by himself about everything related to the pulse of taste called love.

“This leaflet, doesn't it mean that I'm back to feeling what's called love? May I try to put down another piece of my heart that was once scattered?” gamang.

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Tya still wears a complete mukena, ruffling the contents of his closet. Since the four rakaat Isyanya was over, Tya was confused to have to wear clothes which because soon inevitably he had to go out to prepare finishing dishes at the table and dinner with Bhishma. Suddenly restless, worried about his poor appearance when sitting together at the table later. Though usually he never questioned about the model and type of clothes, the important thing is comfortable to protect.

“Wear which one is it?” great-grandson Tya was upset by himself, staring at one by one the clothes scattered on the mattress. Take an emerald green evening dress and face the mirror.

“This is only one time huh? But how do you want to go to a party? Is it just dinner at home?”

Tya threw the dress away, switching to taking a set of long-sleeved pajamas that were also combined with trousers, which turned out to be quite large in size.

“If use this I even become a kettle kayak,” grunya, put the pajamas.

Tya massaged his own temple while switching back to open the other closet which is still located side by side with the closet whose door was open. Look around for other clothes and the closet is intended to store a complete nightgown along with its underwear.

Sloppy, Tya took one hanger containing a marun color sleep dress, knee-length with the arm only in the form of a spaghetti strap. Made of the finest quality satin fabric sweetened with gorgeous lace accents.

Tya dragged her legs back to the mirror, checking her reflection there while flipping through the nightgown.

The new flavor of the first time berpasbih in his heart is a new thing for Tya. The sad-eyed woman fidgets uneasily like a young man who had just first known the swirling of love.

He is no longer pure saint, ever touched and defiled, but his heart never touched men, dulling soul palpable because he was forced to sell illusions, never allowing the heart to pestle.

The knock on the door of his room made Tya aghast. Spreading eyes with gaping mouth when hearing the sound of Bhishma following later from behind the door.

“Tya, let's have dinner now, my stomach is hungry.”

“Eh, i-iya, Mas. Wait a minute.” Tya pacing indistinctly. Razzle opened his face and grabbed a change of clothes affordable hands. Replacing the Balinese cloth negligee she wears quickly. Didn't even realize that the shirt she was wearing now was a sports trending suit.

Tya brushed quickly and plucked his hair up. All the concepts that his head was thinking that had been troubled by his own appearance were confused by him. Jumping into the dining room, Tya found that Bisma was already sitting on one of the dining chairs.

Again the detachment behind his chest cavity rumbled as his eyes filled with a dashing figure that made him turn over to choose clothes. Tya blinked quickly, dropping a glance at the floor and galloping rapidly closer to the stove. Light the fire to warm the rawon on top of the pot.

“Wait a minute, Mas. I warmed the rawon first,” said Tya without turning around.

“OK,” sahut Brief Bisma.

The bisma crossed, sitting leaning back watching Tya from head to toe. Staring a little strangely at Tya who turns out to be wearing sports clothes.

“Why are you wearing this night-time sportswear? Isn't pajamas more ideal?” Bhishma spoke with a questioning look.

Commented thus, Tya automatically lowered his gaze, looking at himself. Almost aghast when he found himself actually wearing after sports in the form of hoodies and trending pants.

“Oh, this..I did deliberately wear this shirt. Because the weather is a bit cold,” said Tya reasoned while venturing to look at a glance. Though the air temperature of Bandung tonight is fairly warm, far from the word cold. Makes the bisma frown.

Seriate.