Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 84

Sinful Angel Chapter 84

She finished her bathing ritual faster than usual. Do not forget to take ablution water after wearing the same clothes as before first. Tya slightly scowled as cold water greeted her skin earlier. The water temperature here is cooler than the water in the bathroom of the house of Bhishma in Bandung. It's worth it to shiver when you get out of the bathroom.

Mukena and prayer rugs were available once Tya finished the activities in the bathroom. In the room, a woman with dark brown thistles, a set with a sledge that is in the forty-year-old range, was putting a clean blanket on the mattress, still wrapped in plastic from the laundry. The bag containing her clothes was also already inside the room, it seemed that the woman had also brought her in.

“Eh, Mrs Boss. Sorry if I went in. A few minutes ago, Mr. Bisma asked me to prepare a clean mukena, prepare an additional clean blanket, also bring in a bag containing your change of clothes that are taken from the trunk. My wife foreman tea garden belongs to Mr. Bhishma here.”

Tya was a bit clumsy, not used to such a formal call yet. “Salam know Bu Mandor. I am Tya,” said Tya while nodding his head.

“Call Just a Drop, Mrs Boss. Please if you want to pray. The temple was prepared and the alphabet was held in the direction of the Qibla. If you need anything, don't call me. I was in the backyard, I was assigned to accompany Bu Bos until Mr. Bhishma came back here,” he explained.

“Lho, where did Mas Bisma go?” Tya who was originally standing still in the area near the bathroom door, cut the distance closer.

“Finished the asar prayer earlier, Mr. Bisma immediately left with my husband, the same as the secretary and Mr. Hadi as well. There is an urgent need to go to the village office. Hopefully the ones working there aren't home yet. Mr. Bhishma said not long. The beautiful bosses are asked to wait here only, just rest he said.”

“Terus, Mang Eko, means the driver who brought me here where?” ask Tya further.

“The driver's pack is in black in front. Let's not sleepy he said. Because ba’da Asar until entering Magrib time should not sleep. In addition to pamali as parents said before, it is also not good for health. I stay first yes, Mrs Bos.”

Tya glanced at the clock on the wall as soon as the foreman's wife was out of the room. The clock is pointing to the number four. Tya put a used towel just any, immediately change his clothes with clean clothes and vigorously perform Asar prayers.

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A Jeep car driven by the garden foreman returns to the villa at dusk. The sky in the Western horizon is orange despite only appearing to be faintly decorated, blocked by cloudiness that still dominates the sky.

Meanwhile, Tya was warming green bean porridge in the villa kitchen, also boiling dried ginger spice wedang he brought to warm his body which was increasingly shivering when the sun began to say goodbye to the space contest.

“Poppy, Hadi. You better go back to Bandung tomorrow afternoon. In addition there are still some files that must be taken care of with the agency here, home by night in this weather is less safe on the way. Moreover, you guys have been tired all day, especially you, Poppy. Just stay at the garden foreman's house, you're the same, Hadi. Tonight stay at the garden foreman's house. Because I want to be alone with my wife here.”

Poppy and Hadi nodded obediently as Bhishma finished the sentence. Staring at the backs of their Bosses who entered the villa with carefree footsteps, different from usual.

“Hadi, Bu Tya and Pak Bisma are both acute bucin huh? Bu Tya even directly glided here with a drug seabrek and cry all the way just because of the idle chat from our boss,” said Poppy who sniggered amused while rubbing the tip of his nose.

Hadi glanced at the short-haired sweet girl who was still giggling beside him.

“Yes, her name is also a newlywed. Warm again ngebucin. It looks sweet, doesn't it? Want to try cosplay brides? I really want to be an experimental partner,” chirped Hadi who does contain hidden intentions in it.

Poppy glared sharply. “But! Less work what? My head has been looking at work, boro-boro had cosplay-cosplay. Same with Mang Eko!” apparently, galloping to leave Hadi to the garden foreman house located not too far from there, just a few hundred meters from the villa building. Still visible to the eyes.

"Abroad! You're the mupeng!" yells fierce.

*****

“Tya ... Tya .. Where are you?” Bhishma searched for Tya's whereabouts because in his wife's room there was no visible presence. “Tya, Dear?” call him again, louder with feet that swing into the kitchen area.

“I'm in the kitchen, Mas,” Tya said when he heard the voice calling.

Bisma accelerates the pace. Sure enough Tya was struggling in the kitchen, was pouring wedang into a glass. Bhishma embraces Tya's waist and lands a kiss of affection on Tya's temple.

"Where is the foreman's wife?"

"Oh that, just saying back to his house first, his son wants to go to teach he said."

“Keep, why are you even here? Why not rest? The journey from Bandung to here must make you tired right?” bisma was anxious, then stroked the right arm of Tya who had been injured.

“Same once not tired really, Mas. I'm just angetin green bean porridge that I carry is the same as making ginger spices, using ginger and dried spices that I bought in the pharmacy. The weather is so cold here. I would like to drink warm.” Tya pointed to a small pot containing wedang that was still steaming, giving off a pleasant aroma.

“You're cold now?” ask Bisma.

“Iya, Mas. It's colder than the city center. Maybe because the terrain is higher. From abis cold shower 'do not stop.” Tya rubbed his arms. The cold that he felt was not a prank.

“Then need a warm-warm ya?” Bisma raises her eyebrows while making a smile. Gluing embrace.

Tya nodded quickly. “Means I made this wedang. I used to give this spice to someone who said jolly,” Tya with pursed lips.

Bisma's laughter crispened. “Because now you are cold, can I help you warm up? I have another way that is more powerful to warm the body than wedang,” said Bisma in a meaningful tone.

Tya was squeaking fiercely wrapped in anxiety. Pinch the waist of the man who embraces him affectionately. “Mas so doyan mode hold deh now. Remember, back again Magrib!”

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