Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 91
Sinful Angel Chapter 91
Bisma and Tya arrived in Bandung late at night. Their return trip was interrupted by a long traffic jam, where the system was enforced. The distance that should be able to be traveled within three hours, spent twice as much time due to being hampered by the incident of overloaded sand trucks in the area around Rajamandala.
They both fell asleep from exhaustion. Bisma had not been able to care about her phone that ran out of power, forgetting because she was drunk with romance. Choosing a rested spring while hugging his wife. Not even had time to ask for a different view in his room which now has Tya's needs. Quickly dragged Tya to bed, grabbed her and didn't take long to fall asleep together.
The next morning Tya was in the kitchen early in the morning. Asking Teh Erna to do other tasks while the business of preparing breakfast would like to handle it yourself. Tya was beautiful and fresh in a honey yellow dress with only feet patterned small flowers. Her hair was tied neatly, so as not to interfere with cooking activities.
Bisma came out of the room and headed to the kitchen when the smell of cooking burst into her nose. This Saturday he did not go to the office because it was time for a holiday. Although previously especially during graduation, Bisma often spends her days off by working even on weekends.
The aroma of the meat potato parchment that was being cooked by Tya was tempting to taste. Getting stronger seduces the smell when Bisma's legs reach the kitchen.
“Such fragrance. What's my beautiful wife cooking, hmm? Make the worms in my stomach dance.” Bhishma hugged from behind and wrapped her arms around Tya's slender belly, peering at the menu being cooked.
“Bikin potato paste same meat oseng baby chickpeas salted eggs. Was it the laper? Wait ten more minutes.”
“Can you please make coffee too?” pinta Bhishma who began to outstrip his long-lasting nature while with a woman who is sincere in love.
“Of course you can, My dear,” said Tya while stroking the cheek of Bisma at a glance. “Mas sit first aja.”
“Not sitting. You want this.” Bisma teteps for Tya who is cooking.
Tya focused on frying the parchment, giggling with joy as Bisma peppered her cheeks and neck. Disturbing whim. Love language Bhisma through intimate interaction more intimate when at home is a reflection of the happiness and gratitude of having Tya.
"It turns out you're sensitive. Without asking to move your stuff to my room. I liked. Because I hate to have to separate rooms with my own wife."
Tya chuckled softly. "It actually happened without a plan. Erna tea moved my stuff while I was in a daze due to the thought of a carefree chat from someone!"
Bisma chuckled crisply. "I don't think my wave test chat has a lot of benefits."
They had breakfast at the back garden table. Enjoy the fresh morning air accompanied by flower buds blooming. The two fed each other, Teh Erna who briefly saw her own baper smiles and was happy to see her master now smiling again.
“Later our afternoon to Mother's house. I'll call Mother soon. Hopefully at home,” says Bisma after breakfast is over.
Tya nodded slowly. Not not wanting to leave, but rather being nervous. “Later, which shirt am I wearing, Mas? Mother Mas will wear a hijab, I am afraid to wear clothes that even seem impolite,” great-grandson Tya fret.
“You want to buy a new shirt? All of you buy learning equipment for beginners?” bargain Bhishma who took a piece of tissue and wiped Tya's mouth. “Perhaps want to try wearing Muslim clothes also like my mother and sister.”
Bisma proposes covert advising. Began to be aware of his duty as a priest who should guide his mother. But the way is subtle, not offensive. Reflecting on his previous experience. Because when discussing similar things with Prita clearly even lead to a fight. Even so, Prita and Tya are certainly different individuals.
“Assyc. I want us to start teaching tonight. Can I really wear Muslim clothes? People like me can wear that hijab?” Tya raced enthusiastically.
“Of course you can. Who says it can't be. What are you kayaking people, hmm?”
Tya let out a heavy breath, looking down at her own fingers that were clinging to each other. “Then, I was interested in buying a set of Muslim clothes with her hijab on display in a mannequin fitting again anter Mami Marsha buy dresses for agents. But Mami Marsha said, dirty people like me that do not pantes make holy clothes so,” said Tya, boasting a sore smile.
Highlight the eyes of Bisma scooping. The path of Tya who turned out to have had the intention of improving herself for a long time even long before meeting her was not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Tya trained himself to go down the path of the divine without anyone guiding and fully supporting.
Is it not the duty of fellow Muslims to support when there is a brother who wants to take direction? But unfortunately, most out there more often underestimate the determination of people who have a past like this Tya. Judgment, not care.
“Eh, don't do much, Mas. I am also not used to it and not good at wearing the hood. Buy just enough, gradually,” says Tya fast.
Bisma looked worried. “Alright, as per your order, Bu Bos,” joked Bisma entertain. Brushed away the one who was on his wife's face.
*****
Before noon, Bisma and Tya had already returned home from her impromptu shopping event. Three sets of new Muslim clothes, mukena and prayer mats and a set of Iqro books complete with digital guides are their groceries today.
Bisma itself that brings all the groceries directly into the room, especially the paper bag contains learning equipment for beginners. Do not want both Teh Erna and Mang Eko wonder if you see the contents of this one grocery even though only in the mind. Keeping marwah Tya as a wife, worried that maybe Tya felt embarrassed if someone other than himself knew this.
“Mas, we are going to the house of the mother of Abis Dzuhur right? I'm going to take a shower first, I'm going to get ready.”
“It was so, all buy lunch at your favorite restaurant to pack and eat together there. But from earlier Mother did not pick up my phone. Keep fitting earlier I turn on the phone there are several incoming calls from Mother yesterday, Pas we are still at the top.” The bisma was sitting on the edge of the bed fiddling with the phone in hand.
“Aduh, lest there be any emergency, Mas.” Tya suddenly panicked.
“Quiet first. I called Mother's house number.”
Tya was sitting next to Bhishma when her husband was connecting the call which happened to be picked up by the number he was going to.
“So how?” tanya Tya impatiently when Bisma put her phone.
“Mother again in Jakarta. Says ART at the mother's house, the return schedule to Bandung is only later tonight. It's only right that my mother doesn't pick up my phone. Must be busy with work. Looks like the plan to visit my round house should be delayed until tomorrow.”
*****
Tya was already waiting at the doorway still wearing a complete face. He had just finished the Magrib prayer and waited for Bhishma to return from the mosque. Bhishma had promised to teach her lessons from tonight and Tya was very excited. It was like a child on the first day of school.
Tya's smile was raised when she saw Bhishma with Mang Eko entering the gate of the fence. Bhishma, who knew she was waiting for him, hastened the pace towards Tya.
“Waiting me like this?” seductive Bhishma who felt funny saw Tya's behavior.
Tya nodded quickly. “Indeed Yes. Come, Mas. I'm already impatient.”
Bhishma and Tya were now sitting face to face on a stretch of prayer mats. Bhishma chose to teach Tya in the main room so that Tya did not feel embarrassed and shy. Waking up their privacy.
Tya really seriously want to be able to read the mushaf kalamullah. The bisma who taught him was also excited because the one who was taught was serious. Until it was not felt when Isya came and they continued with congregational prayers together.
Truly, the pleasure of inner calm that so new felt by Bhishma during her never married. Tya, who incidentally had dark past, unexpectedly brought him closer to the Khalik through unusual ways. Because the best knowledge is that which is learned then practiced and taught to others.
Tya kissed the back of Bhishma's hand as Isya's prayer ended. She hugged her husband and thanked him repeatedly. Bhishma replied by rubbing Tya's head and kissed Tya's forehead gently.
However, the atmosphere of the shahdu that was surrounding them was interrupted by a commotion out there. Mang Eko and Teh Erna were also heard. Bisma came out of her room followed by Tya tailing behind her to check what was going on. And how surprised Bisma when he saw the figure that became the source of the commotion, unsheathed a beavering look at him followed by a roar of wrath echoing.
“Bisma Putra Prasetyo, do you think this bundle of yours is dead!”
Seriate.