Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 77
Sinful Angel chapter 77
After Bisma left for work, Tya suddenly lethargic not excited. His face was grim, uninspired.
Usually Tya always enthusiastically pestered Teh Erna when the sun went up in the sky, wanted to help with homework. However, today all he does is lazy fall in the living room with the television on and the device in hand. Not interested in the activity of Teh Erna back and forth as well as Mang Eko who is now combing the entire house with the handyman, in order to review and countermeasures related to rats entering the house.
The clock hanging on the wall kept glancing at him. Four hours had passed since Bhishma departed from home, but to Tya it felt like four years. He also repeatedly checked his phone, maybe there was a message or call coming in.
“Mas Bisma has reached the Peak yet huh? Why not ngabarin? Eh, since when did Mas Bisma should you tell me the same? Akh, why is it so dizzy?” his sigh was frustrated, revealing his own question that was answered by himself as well. Very obvious being devastated stricken with the virus swish terput taste in the soul.
“Why should it go two days and two nights? Why is it now that time suddenly rotates sluggishly like a snail? Should I send a message first? Hey, but I will be embarrassed if not reciprocated,” he complained busy monologuing with the dead objects he was talking to.
For the first time in his life the clock seemed to run very slowly. I really want the next two days to pass quickly. Whether since when it began, his head continues to be filled with a handsome face Bisma who crossed a smile more than five inches to him. Bring out the sweet nuances again warm. Growing longing buds that grow without being told.
"The product analyst staff is a girl or a guy? If Poppy is a girl, but I've met her a few times and she looks like her son is nice. Why didn't I just ask? Haish! Why did I become broke and suddenly want to interfere gini anyway?" his grunts who did not understand that the discomfort and heat in his chest was called jealousy.
Erna Tea approached Tya who looked like he was not feeling well. Bring a glass of freshly boiled empon-empon wedang. Even Tya seems super lazy today, wearing pajamas without dressing up or combing hair despite having a bath, but usually Tya always looks neat and restless at all times since his broken arm is no longer held.
“Neng, I think it's not feeling well anymore huh? Here, drink wedang first. Let segeran.” Erna's tea put the glass near the table, right next to the relaxing sofa where Tya lay.
“Makasih, Teh,” said Tya slowly while sighing deeply trying to dampen the anxiety.
"You're being scraped or nipped, Neng? Teteh can also if Neng wants," Teh Erna sincere.
"Huh? Why is his chest, Neng? Shortness or what? Going to the hospital?" Erna Tea
panicked to hear Tya's complaint. Fear of having a heart attack when the master is not at home.
"It's nothing, Tea. Mostly because of the peptic acid."
“Ya already, then, make lunch today make chicken team rice only huh? Let the hull be better."
“Iya, Teh, ” replied Tya briefly, not interested in thinking about the menu.
“Oh yes, goods and clothes in Neng Tya's room can already be moved to Den Bisma's room? Mumpung Den Bisma again out of town, so his face was not disturbed,” continued Teh Erna continued the conversation even though the one asked was only interested in glancing at the clock and his salary with a withered expression.
“Bby, Tea.” Tya who is not focused on answering yes, does not pay attention to the topic of the question properly.
“Now?” Erna Tea made sure enthusiastically.
“Now, Tea,” reply Tya briefly.
Again, Tya responded with the same response as before. Tya who was collapsing her concentration just parroted. Right now his whole mind is only on one bisma. That is the effect when love is weaving its kasmaran knitting.
Seriate.