Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 85

Sinful Angel Chapter 85

A light drizzle gradually became rain even though it was not heavy. The nurse tilted her head through the window that was about to close this evening. He had been going to the nearest musola to perform the Magrib prayer. Due to the rainy weather and Tya is also alone in this old villa, Bisma decided to pray together with Tya in her room.

Tya's heart room was invaded haru when the prayer and dzikir was over. Kissing the back of Bhishma's hands full of reverence that is reciprocated elusan dear on his head that is still wrapped in mucena. This was the first time that Tya performed congregational prayers. Before carrying out the three rakaat, Bisma guided Tya about the good and right way of congregation. He listened enthusiastically, listened carefully.

Magrib worship continued by reading the holy mushaf while waiting for Isha time. Bhishma sat back facing the Qibla on his alphabet, chanting shahdu verse by verse while still paying attention to his sentence. Tya who was sitting at the back lowered her head deeply, squeezing her hands together while listening.

Over time the chanting of the sacred verse nan shhadu combined with the sobbing. Bisma stopped reciting, putting a small mushaf that he always carried traveling to the wooden table located on the right side of the prayer mat. He turned the sitting position and it turned out that Tya was sobbing.

“Tya, what's wrong? Why cry?” The shocked bisma eroded the distance. Dropping Tya's head that looked down deeply with tears falling soaked the white face she was wearing.

“I... I'm ashamed. Hearing Mas teaching so beautifully makes me feel smaller and I envy,” softly without lifting my eyes.

Bisma frowned confusedly. “Eri? Envy why?”

“I envy because I can not read the writings of the Qur’an smoothly like Mas. Even reading a single verse I had to limp in and take pains. I want to learn too, want to be good at reading the Qur'an’an as well as others so that I can’ Caca properly. But I'm ashamed to ask to be taught and I don't know who to ask for help. People like me are often considered one-eyed, doubtful of his determination when he wants to learn to be better. Not given a chance,” said Tya rasak while occasionally sobbing slowly.

He did not cover up the cause of his tears. Listening to the chanting of the holy verse directly in front of him in a very close distance is a special luxury for Tya who has been mostly in an environment far from religious teachings.

Bhishma was stunned for a moment after hearing Tya's words, then her eyes softened. Satisfied at once slapped. For him who has been taught since childhood to read the Qur'an’an without obstacles and obstacles and facilitated qualified by both parents, sometimes there are times when feeling lazy to recite if not forced.

However, it turns out that there is a very longing figure who wants to learn out there but is not given space and opportunity. You have to work hard to read it. Also remembered with his ex-wife who often refused when invited to study together, reasoned with many excuses. The Bhishma regarded as a test in the household, did not get tired of leading even though in the end the ark ran aground.

“Then I will teach you. So, don't cry anymore,” says Bisma comforting. Swiping again Tya's head gently. Like an older brother calming his sister who was crying because the value of the repetition is ugly.

Tya raised a quick glance and shrunk her wet face. Struggling like a child offered candy. “Really? Mas want to teach me to do good like Mas just now?” great-grandson enthusiastic.

Bisma chuckled, revealing her handsome smile. “Iya. We can make a routine schedule for you to study. As your husband is certainly my responsibility as well when my wife wants to study. Or, if you want to learn led by others, I can call the teacher privately.”

“Do not!” Tya shook his head quickly. Holding the hand of Bhishma. “I want the same Mas, if each other embarrassed,” I Tya to be honest, because the sense of inferiority each often haunts him. He is struggling to build up his confidence. Didn't want the fragile mental foundation he was building to be solidly destroyed.

“Alright, you decide the time. For sure I can only have free time after Magrib to there.”

*****

“Where is the boss? He said earlier abis Isya we are asked to be ready to go if the rain subsides. It's raining already, but it's about to go away, isn't it?" Popy dyed on the terrace of the villa. The main door is still tightly closed. There are no signs of it opening.

“Kelonan times, not so go even though it has not rained. The cold-cold part is so good to be both,” chirped Hadi while tightening his jacket, protecting himself from the cold.

Poppy just grunted. Brave to type the message he wants to send to the boss's phone to coincide with the villa's main door opened from the inside.

Bhishma appeared clutching Tya's hand so affectionately. The smiles of both are different from those already, more crisp and as sweet as sugar. Make Hadi envious to hold a partner as well, let alone super cold peak weather.

“Mana Mang Eko and mr foreman?” bisma asked Hadi also Poppy.

“Mang Eko again car manasin. The foreman and the foreman are also ready with their jeeps,” replied Poppy, directing her right hand politely towards the white Fortuner as well as the green jeep car whose engine was on.

“I'll go disopiri Mang Eko. And you Hadi, take Poppy with my car. We go to dinner to the best Sate Maranggi on the summit. Again want to eat culinary, he said, while walking on the peak. Aren't you, darling?” bisma said friendly, then handed over the black Terios car keys commonly used for office operations to Hadi.

Tya merona also blushed called friendly in front of Hadi as well as Poppy. Previously, Bhishma had indeed called him that in front of people, just different contexts with the present. Previously only for the sake of theatrics, while now sourced from vibrating heart.

Poppy coughed while not having the flu, while Hadi rubbed his nape. Among the annoyances also languish. Feeling persecuted is treated to a romantic spectacle that makes his singles soul struggling.

Tya nodded slowly, which Bisma responded by confirming the hoodie hat that Tya was wearing. Tighten the rope, making sure Tya doesn't get cold. “Yes, again the appetite of that.”

Tya did not dare to be frank that before he had only seen it on television as well as Youtube. For this reason when Bisma invited dinner last night, Tya who had long wanted to taste the original Maranggi satay typical of the peak area immediately proposed the food menu and Bisma apparently agreed.

“It's best to leave now, sir. The more the night is usually the restaurant the more full of visitors.” Poppy interrupted without forgetting the courtesy. Aside from the wind getting colder and piercing, his stomach started to rumble, the scene in front of him also made him cold hot.

“OK. Let's go.”

Seriate.