Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 88

Sinful Angel Chapter 88

Bisma squeaked, peeking at the clock on the wall with her heavy eyes filled with fatigue and intense sleepiness. Time shows at half eight in the morning. Rubbing his eyes slowly, he reached his hand looking for a cell phone at the table near the bed that was next to the sleeping lights.

“Poppy, today go alone with Hadi to the village office and other agencies to take care of the rest of the work yesterday afternoon. I can't come with. I entrust all my work today to you. I will give a bonus for you also Hadi next month,” Bisma's decree with a distinctive nasal sound of waking up.

[“Good, Sir. But, this is breakfast for you as Bu Tya how? The foreman has gone back and forth twice to the villa. But both the front door and the back door are still locked.”]

Poppy didn't ask me much about the reason. Bhishma very rarely transfers important work suddenly to him. Usually always scheduled. Surely Bisma really is not able to go. Or maybe like the babble to disturb Hadi at dawn with Mang Eko who gossiped about their master and mistress, that certainly Bisma today will not come out of the villa early in the morning.

“Same bu mandor do not need to be delivered first. We're not hungry yet, we still want to sleep. Just say, later if you want breakfast, I will go to the house of the foreman directly.”

[“Siap, Sir. Is there anything I need to do again?”]

“That's enough. If you can finish it before three in the afternoon. Ba’da asar we will return to Bandung.”

Bhishma immediately hung up her phone as soon as she heard Tya's soft groans curled up in her arms. Tya's eyelids twitched though they did not open. Surely Tya was tired and also sleepy after being pounded repeatedly by him last night.

“Sorry I'm noisy huh?” bisma asked, which Tya responded with a headband.

“Or are you hungry? Want to eat now?”

Tya nodded again. “I'm not hungry yet, but sleepy. What time is it, Mas?” Tya spoke hoarsely, still with his eyes closed.

Bhishma gave a big smile. Kissing Tya's tubers full of affection and tightening hugs are also blankets that wrap their bodies. The cheerful hue was clearly imprinted on each other's faces. The signs of both are surrounded by an immeasurable sense of happiness.

“Already, don't mind the clock. Sleep again if you are still sleepy.” Bisma kisses the friendly eyelids Tya. “Close your eyes, rest and settle your sleep. We still need to sleep after patching last night,” said Bisma prank.

Still with both eyes closed, Tya let out a small laugh. “Ngeronda what? The ones that were there all night we rattled the same mattress sheets!” tya's snort was clad in a joking tone.

It does. Last night they re-integrated again after a break of some jokes. Bhishma really frees the wild of her ancient desires last night. He quenched his pent-up thirst for three years. Flooded Tya repeatedly until her power was completely drained and eventually fell asleep.

Ahead of the dawn adhan alarm on Bisma's mobile phone is on. Even with the body limp and drowsy, both still wake up to perform mandatory bathing and perform prayers. After the Fajr prayer, the two entered again into the blanket and hugged each other. Back to continue the paused.

“Alas overnight who is nantangin, hmm?” Bisma pinches gaunchy cheek Tya.

“No idea, forget,” said Tya naughty who increasingly drowned her face in the chest of the field of Bhishma which was only coated in a polo shirt. While Tya after the morning shower was wearing a Bhishma shirt because the white nightgown had been tarnished by the traces of the union of their love last night.

“Akh, you make me want again. But you will get sick if you lack rest. So now sleep, because it is likely that later in the night you will have to overtime again. Even like not only later tonight, but also the next nights you will continue to patrol,” kekeh Bisma meaningfully.

“Dih, what do I want!” tya snorted, his cheeks blushing pretty in embarrassment.

“Iya, hansip beautiful. Special to make sure my bed is safe sentosa,” he said jahil.

The two laughed crisply along with the love that was getting stronger. Tya and Bhishma closed their eyes again while embracing each other. Sharing the warmth under the same blanket, close their skin to get rid of the distance. Expelling the cold combined with the surrounding fog hanging on the roof of the building.

Meanwhile in Jakarta, Viona is on a regular visit to all VN Fashion scattered in the metropolitan city. His regular activities as usual, after a few months back visited his boutiques outside the island of Java.

Fans of VN Fashion are never timeless. Especially when he and the firstborn penetrated into Muslim fashion. VN Fashion just wider its wings, even its branches spread to the neighboring country.

Viona is not reluctant to greet directly the VN Fashion customers if it is time to be free. As of now, he was talking to one of his regulars. Sit down for coffee at a cafe next to one of the boutiques in Jakarta.

Amidst Viona's casual chat with the graceful lady called 'Jeng Dara', a woman who seemed to be pregnant and dressed sexy who had just walked into the cafe came over and greeted.

“Mother Viona?”

The tiny woman who was always dressed neatly and earthly turned her head when someone called her familiar. Slightly gasped when he found out who was the one who greeted. A beautiful woman with an indo blasteran face.

“Prita?”

“Iya, Mother. It's me, Prita. Long time no see, Mother,” greet sweet Prita. More like shameless. Already draining the inheritance of Bhishma, Prita also kicked and betrayed the son of this humble woman. “The news is that VN Fashion is getting more successful, congratulations, Mother,” continued Prita mince words.

“Ah, thank you,” say Viona brief.

“Jeng Viona, it looks like our discussion is enough. Later if my order shirt that was finished, please usher to my house in Cinere only, as usual.” The graceful lady of the interlocutor Viona got up from her seat and spoke politely.

“Sure, Jeng Dara. If there are things that are less pleasing about VN Fashion products, do not hesitate to express criticism and advice. For our evaluation in innovating.”

The graceful woman said goodbye not forgetting to greet Prita at a glance. The so-called even jubilant familiar snobs. Even Prita was unashamed to introduce herself as the ex-wife of Viona's youngest son, as if not seeing Viona's flat expression on her.

“Mother, I can sit here, yes?” Prita pointed at the chair of the former graceful woman earlier. “I'll order tea, come soon.”

“Oh, just sit down,” said Viona expressionlessly. Take his coffee cup and sip it slowly.

Actually, Viona is lazy and sick of meeting with her ex-daughter-in-law, especially with her ex, the cunning lawyer. However, as Viona's parents still maintain self-control in the general public. Do not get viral because it cannot resist emotions, for the sake of its image also because it is a business person.

“I want to find a dress for a maternity photo shoot at your boutique. Keep employees say Mommy again is here,” great-grandson Prita sok familiar.

“Oh, so,” answered Viona lazily.

“Mother, I'm pregnant again, you know.” Prita showed off her distended stomach which will reach the age of five months, has begun to appear.

Honestly, Viona was stunned. It was just that he was trying to hide the sense of the nelangsa that suddenly reached his heart. Feeling sad for his son who was married for three years with Prita had never been given a baby. Even began to think about the fertility of Bhishma. Even so, the ripples that Viona tried to hide finally read by Prita.

“Congratulations yes.” Viona does not want to linger with Prita, worried about her flurry and grabbed the pregnant woman who had hurt her son. “Please continue drinking your tea, Prita.”

“Still, Mother. Oh yes, hopefully the new wife of Bisma can also get pregnant soon. Let Mother immediately have a grandchild. Yes.. although I'm actually not sure,” his chuckle was dismissive and provoking before Viona galloped away without looking back.

Seriate.