Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 92

Sinful Angel Chapter 92

Viona came home early from the agenda. Once the main job is over. Viona immediately returned to Bandung and handed over the remaining jobs represented to the managers of its boutique branch to handle.

Bisma flinched back one step and Tya who was walking behind her was aghast as soon as she saw the source of the noise followed by the angry roar of a woman echoing filled the living room.

“Mother?” Bisma was aghast, buying shocked.

“Yes, it's me, your mother. But my son seems to have forgotten that he still has a mother!” sergeant Viona beaver. Fires of anger were clearly blazing in both of his eyeballs.

“Bun, wait a minute. What's the matter? Don't talk about it. Where might I forget.”

Viona clasped, her jaw hardened. “What did you say? Ask yourself, my friend. You know you are more than an adult to be able to make decisions and choose what you think is best in your life. But that does not mean that the mentang-ang is an adult then you can arbitrarily make decisions as important as marriage without telling Mother first!”

Trying to grab Viona's hand that was clenching trembling was overrun by an outpouring of emotions. But pushed by his mother. Viona landed her tiny fist on the broad shoulder of her youngest son. Wreaking disappointment and aggravation until his breath snarled and Bhishma let her mother vent anger. He knew himself that he had done something wrong.

“The people of Agra Prime already know about this, but none of your family has been told. Mother is really disappointed, you stepped over Mother, did not ask do’a blessing Mother. You consider Mother no longer important by marrying secretly!” spray Viona with a high voice, her face was red. “Even your ex-wife Prita already knows but you made Mother a fool here!”

For a moment, Bisma was stunned to hear the end of her word just now. It doesn't take long to digest. Bisma tried to grab her mother's hand again and was lucky this time Viona didn't pull over. Hearing the name Prita Bisma has been able to guess that his ex-wife also helped fuel the emotions of his mother. Bisma wanted to ask where Viona met Prita and whatever they were talking about, but at this time it was not the right time to discuss it, there was a much more emergency.

“Bun, I don't mean that at all. I know I did something wrong and I'm really sorry. But please, give me a chance to explain. This is really beyond my estimation,” said Bisma low. Begging in a gentle tone to the light blue hooded woman who was still unsheathing a sharp look at him.

Viona's eyes now turned to Mang Eko and Teh Erna who stood fearlessly in front of the entrance. Mang Eko immediately shuddered with a laser-sharp gaze, while Teh Erna chose to take a look at the floor, not daring to raise her face.

“So, you guys’a also conspired with Bhishma by not telling me about her marriage? How much Mang Eko and Teh Erna covered something as important as this from me!” yelled Viona who was still rolled in wrath.

“Ampun, Miss Viona. Forgive us.” Only that sentence was thrown from Mang Eko, while Teh Erna was speechless. Shivering scared and looks almost wetting so scary raging the big madam.

“Mother, this is all my fault. Mang Eko and Teh Erna just obeyed my orders. I humbly begged Mother to sit quietly first and give me space to explain everything in detail. I beg you, Mother. After that, punish me as you please. I'm willing, because I was wrong.”

Tya who still wears a mukena, since then looked down while squeezing his own fingers. Confused as to what to say and how to react. The commotion and fights were not strange things for Tya. The mentality is not as thick as tofu and tempe is forged hard and bitter past.

The harshness of the night world was even more terrifying than this. From the start of the fight, the mutual shock even the feud involving sharp weapons, the legal wife who rampaged in the nightclub, all such chaos was once brought before him directly. Even Tya had once hit one of his pimp lackeys who was drunk heavily trying to take a chance in a narrowness to him. Tya hit the head of the lackey with a drink bottle until the man was injured.

Viona who was still fiery began to realize there was an unknown figure that had since escaped the attention of her emotions. Standing on the back of bisma. The figure of a woman with a head that occasionally raised a face steal a look at him through the netra shaded lentic hair.

Tya gasped and automatically lowered her head in as her gaze rubbed with Viona. Her back stiffened and Tya gulped in an ungodly gulp as she saw both of Viona's legs step closer to her.

“Your name is Tya, right?” viona asked coldly and flatly.

“Bun, please, let me explain first.” Bisma came closer, but her legs came to a halt as Viona raised one of her hands in midair.

“Shut up there! Don't cut Mother's sentence!” he firmly does not accept objections.

Viona is back to focusing on Tya. Thoroughly scanned the beautiful young woman nan ayu from top to bottom. “So, you are his wife Bisma?”

Tya gulped. Taking a deep breath before venturing out nodded then raised his gaze.

“I-iya, Mom. I am Tya, sa-me... his wife Mas Bisma,” replied Tya slowly.

Now they really do meet up with a close look. Tya was nervous not a bitch, although his mother Bhishma was small, but her charisma and self-esteem was not playful. While Viona looked at Tya deeply, still expressionless.

“Why still wear mukena?” viona asked, making Tya gawk, thinking that Viona's next question would be about her identity.

“Eh, the, anu, Mom. Sa-saya, just finished praying Isya together Mas Bisma,” said Tya as he is, trying hard to keep his tone, afraid to be impolite.

Viona looked back where Bisma was standing. Just realized his youngest son was still wearing a cocoa shirt and a sarong. A rare sight for Viona, because when married to Prita never once Viona saw Bisma congregate at home or saw Prita and Bisma worship together. Bisma more often solat itself.

“Can prepare mukena and prayer mat?” pinta Viona suddenly looked at Tya, making everyone in the living room blink at each other.

“Eh, mukena and prayer mats yes, Mom? Can, very can.” Tya nodded quickly repeatedly.

“We will continue this conversation later after Mommy completes the Isya prayer. And one more, call me Mother if you are indeed his wife Bisma.”

Seriate.