Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 89

Sinful Angel Chapter 89

Prita certainly never thought Viona did not know about the marriage of Bisma although impressed closed. Because after all Viona is her mother.

“Send my regards to his wife Bisma yes, Mother. I hope he can soon give Bhishma a descent,” taunts Prita, continuing his spiciness.

The foot swing of the unpretentious adult woman in the dress of the dark red batik cloth stopped. Viona clung to the side of one of the empty seats to seek strength when she heard Prita's words again mentioning the word 'wife of Bhishma'. Viona was surprised. If Bhishma had married again, why did not her son ask her for her blessing?

However, Viona was more trying to neutralize the water his face remained ordinary, even though his chest rumbled full of questions. Do not get like the incident a few minutes ago, so that Prita the ex-daughter-in-law is beautiful but full of deceit is able to read the letter implied on his face.

Viona turned around gracefully. Stay calm, not in a hurry.

“Hopefully. Mommy will give your regards. Thank you also for do’a for Bisma and his wife. Do’a well will return her kindness to the mendo’a,” said Viona sarcas pierced in an elegant way. Following the plot played by Prita. “Ah, Mother's time is a few minutes. Time is money. Mother first yes, Prita.”

This time Viona was really gone. Prita snorted annoyedly because Viona chose to leave her and was not provoked when she deliberately threw a heated sentence.

“Sial! Why isn't my ex-mother-in-law angry? He should have been emotional when he saw me again and heard my innuendo?” he was getting his own hair.

Though she already had a veiled foul intention when she heard from one of the boutique clerks that her former mother-in-law was in this cafe. Already told the driver who drove her to point the cell phone camera at her when she entered the cafe.

If Viona is ignited emotions such as grabbing it or watering it with water it is an advantage for her. Can be used to drop the rising name of Bisma as well as the increasingly victorious name of Viona only if the scene she wants to happen and be imagined. Fortunately, Viona was sensitive. Be careful in acting when reunited with a sly figure named Prita Arhdya.

Viona stops at the door of her private room which is in every branch of her boutique, calling the boutique manager who is struggling with work.

“If anyone is looking, say I'm visiting another boutique. I don't want to be disturbed. I have to prepare a lot of things for a dinner meeting with the sponsors of the Nusantara exhibition event at half-eight pm later.”

Viona locked the door of her private room. Impatiently take the phone in his bag and directly call the number Bisma. Pacing with the device attached to the ear. I want to confirm the news he just heard.

Viona wants to go back to Bandung at this time to search for Bisma directly for this astonishing news. It's just that Viona can't just leave Jakarta. Prosecuted to remain professional considering his visit and important meetings that must be attended in Jakarta and will take place the next two days have been scheduled from far away.

“Why is it out of range continuously?” Viona sighed fretfully.

Viona tried again and again. The result remains the same. The Bhishma phone at the top ran out of power and the owner was sound asleep hugging a beautiful woman on a soft bed wrapped in a blanket. Viona tried to call Bisma's house number, but no one picked up because Teh Erna was going to the traditional market to buy fresh groceries. Poppy number did not escape to be contacted, only entered a few moments later lost signal.

Viona who was in a state of turmoil was increasingly invaded by a lot of unreasonable speculation. No doubt he was angry because he felt it was not considered if the news was true.

“Mang Eko, yes, I contact Mang Eko only. She must know everything about my son.”

Viona let out a lethargic breath when Mang Eko's number was equally difficult to contact. While Mang Eko is busy with the foreman to the tea garden. Middle berselfie ria in the green expanse of the garden that was just harvested yesterday. Although occasionally Mang Eko grumbled because his photo could not be directly uploaded to the status bar because it was constrained by a signal that was really bad in the plantation area.

Viona tapped on the gold-colored luxury phone clad in black on her forehead. Given Agra Prime's office number, Viona wasted no time and dialed the number. The relief printed is obvious when the number dialed raises the call. The receptionist's voice immediately welcomed the hearing.

“Suri, Bismanya is there? It's me, Viona. Please connect. There are important things I should ask the child while the phone is hard to contact!” viona tells the trained receptionist who used to work in her central boutique. Moved to the office of Bhishma when the son decided to start a business again.

[“Halo Bu Viona. I'm sorry, but Mr. Bismanya just happened to be out of place, was on a visit to one of the tea plantations.”]

Viona wet her lips. Rotating the brain looking for ways to dig up information in a way that remains elegant. [“Did his wife go? Because when calling the home number no one raises as well.”]

[“About that I don't know for sure, Mom. But listen at a glance, Bu Tya his wife Pak Bisma, followed to the plantation yesterday accompanied by Poppy Ma'am. Want me to try to contact Poppy Ma'am to make sure, Ma'am?”] Suri offers a solution.

Viona massaged her blocked head on that black satin hijab. Sudden throbbing throbbing pain. Accumulation of shock combined with emotion will be astonishing news that he heard a lot today.

“No need, Suri. Let me call Poppy and ask her. Just continue your work.”

Viona closed her call. Cupped his palms on his face. Trying to quell the turmoil of anger and practice his depleting patience now. Trying hard to clear his busy turbid mind.

His lips continued to sow Istighfar many times. The bisma he knew revealed the figure of a child who was presumptuous towards parents, but the news he heard now honestly ignited his emotions.

At first, Viona did not want to believe Prita's words. However, Suri's description actually strengthened his assumptions, making his anger explode.

As a mother Viona was clearly offended and disappointed. Feeling disrespected by his own child, no doubt bad assumptions pollute his mind now.

“Her office employees already know Bisma married again even already know the name of the woman who said his wife was, while I became like a fool here? What really happened to my son? Lest he be tempted by a woman who is no longer right that carries a bad influence so that a good-personal Bhishma dares to step on me like this! Marry again without asking permission and do’a blessing from me, her own birth mother!”

Seriate.