Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 82

Sinful Angel Chapter 82

Tya blinked in surprise at Bisma's confession. Swallowing his saliva painstakingly soaked his throat which suddenly felt dry like a dry season. His chest cavity felt full, as the beating of the source of life behind it was hammering faster, irregular, banging around inside there.

“I mean gi-gimana, Mas?” Tya stuttered. His brain suddenly blanked to hear a series of magic words that glided freely from the mouth of Bhishma.

"What does that mean? Sharks or I love you?" seductive Bisma, making tongue Tya kelu. "Sorry about the merry. I just want to know your reaction and unexpectedly you were even willing to follow me here. I'm flattered." Bhishma again smiled, revealing a neat row of white teeth.

"The one at the end of the sentence" said Tya somewhat embarrassed.

Bhishma did not answer. He landed a fleeting kiss on the ranum lips in front of him and embracing Tya's slender waist increasingly trapped between his arms. The bisma hooks Tya's partially decomposed hair off of the pigtails to the back of the ear. Staring at Tya with adoring highlight that ever made the stared bewitched. Gently rubbed off Tya's head.

“Alright, kuperclear. I don't like to make small talk. Not a time anymore at this age of my head. Tya, I love you, I fell in love with you,” said Bisma again without hesitation followed by a kiss docked on Tya's forehead long enough. Not a tempting kiss like that, but a kiss loaded with the meaning of sincerity of heart.

Tya bit her lips. Unusual soothing swish crisscrossing the pulse, flowing beautifully conveyed to the heart when the word love and friendly manner of Bhishma rained. Both hands squeezed a bottle of wind oil that had not been opened lid. He bowed deeply with his lips tightly clenched as Bhishma stopped the kiss on the forehead.

Bisma shakes head. Want to peek at the expression of the dusty pink-sweater woman sitting on her lap while bowing her head deeply. The blushing hue on Tya's face changed softly.

“Why? Is something wrong? Could it be that your worry for me isn't what I expected? Did I conclude wrongly?” great-grandson of Bhishma again, launched a demanding question streak.

“Not so,” Og Tya very slowly while shaking his head, his breathing sounds heavy.

“If not continue why, hmm?” Bisma is not at all the conclusion. I'm sure she has the same taste as him. He wasn't a boy yesterday afternoon, ever loved and loved before.

Although reluctant, Tya ventured to return the gaze of Bhishma until their eyes were rubbed in a straight line. Wet his lips while rolling his clear eyeballs that turned out to be shiny wet.

Bisma gasped, sweeping her thumb at the trail of the clear crystal circle that had just slid again on Tya's cheek. “What's up? Why crying? You mind the expression of my heart? Am I burdening you? I'm not forcing you if you don't feel the same way as me, Tya. My race is mine, you are absolutely under no obligation to reply.”

Tya shook her head while sobbing softly. Staring softly with eyes glistening. Touching the back of Bisma who was caressing her cheek.

“You think I'm that red flag? Easy to say love word?”

“Same once. But, I did not forget who this Cintya Angela was in the past? I am not a pure holy woman worthy of being loved by someone like you. Mas too good for me, whereas I'm too bad for you, I'm just a sinful human being.” Tya's tears that gathered in the pelupuk fell again. Dampen her smooth cheeks that are endlessly wiped gently from the fingers of Bhishma.

“What is a good standard and not everyone is measured by what? The person who feels bad about sin is a real good person. A good man will not judge himself well. Only the Creator has the full right to judge the good and not of man, who is able to plumb to the bottom of the heart. The most important thing is never to discourage the determination and intention to improve every day. I am the same, too, many sins. Whether intentional or not. Not a perfect human being. You and I have the same human rights as our fellow humans.”

For Tya, the phrase Bhishma is like a breeze at dusk greeting. Fresh cool combined with the warmth of the sun. “So, do I also have the right to state what I feel in my heart now?”

“Of course you can. What do you feel?"

“If that is true, can I also fall in love with Mas?” hesitated.

Bisma gave her happy laugh. The expression of Tya's heart perfected the taste shakes in her soul. “Very can. That's what I expect from you, my wife. Maybe without us knowing it, our way of dating is a bit unusual, but I am always sure of the determination of the lifeline.”

Tya sobs haru. “Ya, wife. I'm your wife, right? And you are my husband?”

Bhishma joined her palm with Tya. Dipping a finger in each section of Tya's taper fingers, leading him to be snorted.

"Yes, I am your husband. Remember that well, do not dare to forget it even for a second, dear.”

The hoarse voice of Bisma sank as her lips now silenced the friendly lips of Tya who was trembling wrapped in happy cries. The bottle of wind oil in Tya's hand decays to fall to the side of the bed as the owner is brought down into the middle of the bed.

Confined in a loving intimate embrace, Tya pokes both arms around Bhishma's neck as the man who has expressed his blatant pink swish deepens the kiss. Not only does it unite each other's emotions, but it also links the pounding of taste that begins to knit each other's heart knots, pledge love in the heart.

Seriate.