Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 90
Sinful Angel chapter 90
One serving of freshly cooked instant noodles with egg topping, mustard and chili slices is placed on the tray. A small pot containing hot chicken soup mixed with local specialties is also arranged on a tray. Two servings of white rice, a plate of omelet do not forget to roost there. Accompanied by some banana ambon, a still warm roasted cassava complete with its sauce and two glasses of wedang ginger helped enliven the contents of the tray.
The foreman emerged from the villa kitchen carrying a tray full of food. A few minutes ago, Bisma asked her to bring her lunch and asked for instant noodles. Tya who suddenly wants to eat instant noodles. Had been debated by Bisma considering both Tya and himself skipped breakfast and will only fill the stomach at one o'clock this afternoon.
“Pak, wedang made by Bu Bos yesterday I warmed as you requested. This can be put here or I take it to the room?”
The foreman asked Bisma who was seen opening the curtains and windows in the villa's central room so that sunlight and fresh air entered the building. Bisma and Tya had just left the event wrapped in blankets and held each other in bed when the Dzuhur adhan cluttered while the villa door was locked, so that the curtains and windows were still tightly closed until noon.
“Let me take it to the room. Thank you, Ms. Mandor.” Bisma takes over the tray from the foreman's hand.
“If there is less and need more, Mr. Boss do not hesitate to call me. My husband also said, if for example Mr. Boss needs goat soup to increase stamina, my husband is ready to find, for example,” cerocos bu mandor who joined semringah when he saw the handsome face of Bisma beaming today. The assumption of his mind was also polluted due to being invited to join the arena pergosipan Mang Eko also Hadi this morning.
“Uhuk... uhuk!” Bisma coughed small when she heard the offer of the foreman's mother even though her throat was not itchy. Trying to reduce sudden misbehavior. “Ehm, for now this is enough,” concluded Bisma quickly so that the foreman bu does not get to and fro.
“Good, Sir. Happy lunch at breakfast. Then I want to improve the same villa clean-reses kitchen.”
Hurrying into the room, Bhishma closed the door tightly. Bisma was almost aghast because Tya was behind the door. Middle giggled amused while smothering the mouth.
Bisma put a tray on the nightstand. It was interesting for Tya to sit on the edge of the bed because he was surprised by his wife who suddenly laughed to herself. Standing slightly bowing before Tya, he fumbled at his wife's still-unrestrained forehead.
“Why suddenly laugh at yourself, huh? Do not be possessed by a genie in this villa!” panicked.
Tya tried to stop his laughter. Her smooth cheeks were red even the corners of her eyes were watering. Not crying, but because it is powerless to hold an amused laugh.
“Cie, there are salting offered goat soup to be strong,” godanya on Bhishma. “What's strong, Mr Boss?”
The originally panicked bisma, straightened his back and crossed his arms. Memicing was suspicious of the beautiful woman who wore her white shirt. “You have just tasted and eavesdropped?”
“Iya. I really do not intentionally nguping and ngintip,” replied Tya honestly. Noncovering. “Before going out of the room, want to help Mas open-open curtains. But not so when I see there is a foreman, it feels impolite because I only wear sepaha gini shirt right, except there is only Mas. Continue to accidentally hear bu mandor nawarin goat soup. Mas know not, Mas's expression was very gesin. Shy cat it.”
Again, it's curled up. Just this time Bhishma saw Tya laughing freely making the shady-eyed woman even more beautiful and charming.
“Should I really accept the offer of the foreman? But, you are sure you are not strong?” Bhishma retorted seductively, raising her eyebrows.
Tya buyak horror. Crossing both arms in front of his body. “Mending don't! Don't eat the soup Embe Mas has made me stay up all night! No fatigue ish!”
The turn of the bisma who was laughing was satisfied. Scooped up the side of Tya's pretty face and kissed him gnashy. “Makanya, do not abstain. Miserah first, right. Better fill the stomach first.”
Bisma takes a tray on the nightstand. Take him to a round, medium-sized table near a wide-open window. An antique table is made of teak tree which features a pair of teak chairs as well.
“Come here, eat first, mumpung still warm. Or do you want the one I ate hmm?”
Bisma scrambles Tya's hair fat. “Eat him fast eat. Before I can't help myself devouring you. Here, your order instant noodles. Next time you can't eat spicy noodles like this when you skip breakfast. But today the exception is because there are not many food choices here. There are only simple menus.”
“Thank you my husband, darling. It is the best.” Tya pinched the dear cheek of Bhishma, making the handsome thin-floored was wrong behavior, happy not to be appreciated so.
They’a together before dining. Do not forget to give thanks for the food served. They both ate because they were really hungry. Tya scoops his instant noodles full of joy. While Bisma eat rice with delicious chicken soup tempting tastes.
On the sidelines of the meal, Bisma occasionally feed Tya menu of chicken soup kampung rich benefits that considering instant noodles that eaten by Tya minimal nutrition. He did not want his wife to be malnourished. Not to forget to persuade Tya to spend one banana ambon, so that the needs of vitamins and minerals are met considering Tya has not long recovered.
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“Which arm, still often hurts?” Bisma rubbed the side of Tya's right arm while her wife was changing clothes. They are preparing to return to Bandung this afternoon.
“It's not so powerful, Mas. The scars have also faded significantly,” said Tya who wanted to put loose jeans on her legs.
“Wait.” Bisma squatting. In this bright atmosphere, the new Bhishma realized that even Tya had a scar on the calf area that was certainly not a simple scar. “This is a wound when? Was it during an accident too? Why don't you tell me that it can be treated intensively like a wound on your arm, this wound must hurt right?” worried girl.
“Ah, no, Mas. It wasn't an accident. It's a long story, I'll tell you. But thanks to the wound I was also met with Caca,” said Tya with a smile.
Tya continued to dress until she was done and then took the Bhishma jacket and helped Bhishma wear it. Looking up after pasting the husband's jacket mounted perfectly. Gently look with gratitude.
“I'm sorry, Mas. There are so many imperfections and shortcomings in me. Whether it is in terms of physical or past stories. Though Mas Bhishma can choose any woman he wants. Which is more everything than me. But I still hope big, Mas is willing to understand all my shortcomings. I forced. Am I greedy?”
Bhishma held onto both of Tya's shoulders. “I may indeed be able to choose whichever woman I want. But what my heart wants is you. Shakes in my soul choose you, not others. To be honest at first I just felt sorry for you, for your fate. But for a long time it turned out that what I felt was actually more than that. Love is not something that can be explained by reason and theory, more on the melodious beatings that the heart feels. You may not realize, the goodness of your heart is clear. And as information, I like to be forced you,” he said curled, pinched dear nose bangir Tya.
“Hey, dreadlocks!”
Tya laughed crisply. Hugging Bisma then. Echoes of gratitude echoes in the heart. Tya had thought Bisma would feel disgusted to touch him when he was fully aware, in contrast to the situation when in Bali. However, all her turmoil disappeared last night Bhishma really appreciated every inch of herself in her sober condition.
“I want to take you to meet Mommy as soon as possible. It's time I introduced you to my mom. What about tomorrow? We found my round while bringing souvenirs from Peak,” the proposal of Bhishma suddenly.
His smile receded. Change the anxiety in the bias of his eyeball. Looking up brings up the view while gulping.
“Meet Mas's mother? Not that I don't want to. But, I'm ashamed. My mother and I are like the sky and the bottom of the sea. What should I do if Mas's mom doesn't like me,” seems to be insecure.
Tya bowed. Bhishma kissed the tubers of Tya's head affectionately, giving it tranquility.
“My mother is not such a narrow-minded person. Always respect my decisions and choices. But he must be angry because I got married without asking her permission. But it's my business, so calm your heart. It's time you met my family. The sooner the better. Not just that. I also want to formalize our marriage in a state manner, so that everyone knows that you are my legitimate wife. Not only legitimate limited to siri.”
Seriate.