Sinful Angel

Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 94


Sinful Angel Chapter 94


It didn't feel like Viona and Bisma were talking until late. Seeing Viona's tired look, Bisma advised her mother to stay overnight and continue exchanging words tomorrow.


Viona's private driver also stayed the night according to the employer's order and the host. Nobar ball game with Mang Eko in the rear gazebo while patrolling on the night this week.


Bhishma entered her room after taking her mother to the guest room. Looks like Tya is still awake, sitting leaning against the head of the bed with a cell phone in hand. Was reading an article about traditional Indonesian herbs while waiting for Bisma to finish talking with Viona and Tya hastened to put her phone as soon as she saw her husband enter.


“Where, Mas, has the conversation finished?” tanya Tya was curious.


“Already, although not completely finished. It seems that tomorrow mother will still continue to court me,” kekeh Bhishma who is locking the door.


“Continue where is the bundle now? Already home, huh? Why not tell me, later I was considered impolite because instead stay in the room and do not drive to the front,” protest Tya sound frustrated.


“Hei. Mother did not come home. Mommy stayed here and I've taken her to the guest room. Also I think you've flown into dreamland since it's been half twelve in the night. Oh yeah, why haven't you slept?”


“I can't sleep, maybe because I'm not used to sleeping alone in a luxurious room this size.”


Yes, the main room occupied by Bhishma is the largest room in this house. The area covered three times that of the room Tya had occupied before.


“But last night you went straight,” said Bisma while smiling, then uncovered the blanket and went up to the bed.


“That night was just a coincidence plus the fatigue factor, I had no choice but to close my eyes because someone held me very possessive. Even so possessive I got crushed!” teh Tya's taunting is funny.


Bisma chuckled low and without warning kissed Tya's rancid lips. “Is that? Just say frankly if pingin dironin.”


Bisma sighed Tya who was still sitting on the bed, taking her lying down together. Looping both her arms and legs, trapping Tya's slender body in her arms.


"Why would you trap me like a gini?"


"You're cheering you on," replied Bisma casually.


“Ngelonin si ngelonin. Slowly hugged it. I'm having a hard time breathing!” Tya raised a protest, elbowed the muscular stomach of Bhishma because of shock brought lying down without cue and held so tightly.


“No way, you're too hot!” Bisma kissed the beautiful face of Tya bertubi, even so anxious he kissed the neck of Tya until the owner giggled kegelian.


"Udah ah, Mas! Amused!"


“Still, My Wife?” bisma said suddenly after stopping her rain of kisses.


Tya reflexes tapered the corner of the eye with a folded forehead, looking at Bisma who continued to smile radiantly while being diomeli Viona. It invited Tya could not bear to comment clearly.


"Thank you for what? No wind, no sudden rain say thank you. Not a mode anymore, right? Then why smile at yourself? Her teeth are dry, Mas.”


“Thank you for helping me soften the heart of Mother who is angry and disappointed with me. For information, Mommy seems to like the same wedang and bakwan vegetable you made. Earlier, the mother ate her hunks greedily and drank her sword until it ran out, continued to lash it gradually subsided,” explained Bisma explained the origin of her smile that did not want to subside.


A pair of Tya's clear eyeballs sparkled. “That's right, Mas?” pleased pengambang. Hearing his efforts appreciated, anyone must feel a wave of hearts that churned happily.


“Iya true. Mommy until ngabisin bakwannya half plate.”


“Thank God you like it. I had been stubborn earlier, afraid that my made food does not match your taste. But, Mas can you please let go of his embrace first? Just a moment?” pinta Tya while gently stroking the arm of Bhishma.


“Why? Where are you going?” cecar Bisma sulking. Not willing to take off the circle of his deck.


“I want an extra blanket for mom. As I recall in the guest room the blanket is less thick while the weather tonight is somewhat cooler than usual. Later mommy chills.”


"You sure you dare anterin yourself? Need me to be accompanied?" tawar Bisma. Worried that the emotions of his mother who had not fully faded even exploded on Tya.


"What's wrong with trying, right?"


Bisma seemed to think. After a few jokes finally nodded in agreement with Tya's proposal


Tya fixed the location of his clothes when he arrived at the front door of the guest room. Pulling and breathing regularly over and over again in order to curb his heartbeat that was hit by a storm.


In a tense attack also nervous, Tya ventured to knock when she felt she was calmer, while hugging a clean blanket tightly and not long after the door was opened from inside.


“Bu, uh, Mother. Sorry bothering. I want an additional blanket anterin, just in case the weather gets colder,” said Tya very carefully, afraid of mispronouncing.


Viona looked at Tya still with an unreadable expression, just like before. Even so, now his face is not as hard as before.


“Bring in and just put it on the mattress.” Viona widens the door, giving Tya access to the room she will be in tonight.


After nodding his head first, Tya stepped down and hurriedly put a blanket on the bed.


“Perhaps there is something you need again?” tanya Tya who is very visible trying hard wants to greet with Viona. It was clearly drawn on her face, read easily by Viona.


“That's enough,” says Viona.


Seeing the real effort of Tya who is trying well wants to impress her and melt the atmosphere through real action not just words enough to impress her. Surely Tya need determination and strong determination to try to get along with him considering their first meeting was not wrapped up in suave.


Viona also noticed the face of Tya who was not currently wearing a mukena. Beautiful sensual, especially her eyes that seem to talk when exchanging words. His son is just as captivated.


"Thank you for the blanket."


“Sama-sama, Mother. Good night to sleep."


Tya headed for the door and Viona followed until she reached the threshold. Tya turned around for a moment then nodded politely before completely retreating.


“I'll be back to the room. If Mommy needs anything, just knock on the door of Mas Bisma's room, I'm there,” Tya said again before stepping away.


“Hurry back to your room. Don't linger here. Bisma must have been waiting for you,” said Viona while commenting on a thin smile before closing the door.


“Where? Mommy is not the same as you? Or maybe interrogate?” The bisma who had been pacing back and forth fretfully waiting in the room immediately flocked when Tya returned.


“No, Mas. I think Mother is also sleepy. Just said the same I made a quick return to the room,” said Tya in accordance with reality. Tya looked even more relieved, especially after accidentally seeing Viona's faint smile earlier.


The originally agitated bisma let out a long breath for a moment. Without warning hold Tya and bring him down on the bed.


“Ih, Mas. Why so grasak-grusuk gini!” tekik Tya who was made surprised.


“So, mommy said so you can come back here soon after the blanket?”


“Iya, mother said Mas must have been waiting for me. That's what he said.”


Bhishma hugged Tya even tighter with an increasingly smashed smile.


“Ah, mother is understanding. Very understanding his son who has long been widowed needs to hone his abilities, so that he is not blunt,” he said in a strange tone.


“Growing abilities? What abilities?” Tya's eyeballs were rolling staring at Bisma questioningly.


“Good worship the night before my sleep,” hiss full meaning Bisma, whispering hoarsely into Tya's ears that make Tya's face and blush like a ripe tomato.


"Essum! There will be another mother. Shame if it sounds ah uh!" Tya glared ferociously.


"Let's not be noisy, honey. But don't worry, my room is equipped with a silencer. So, we're free to noise together without worrying about someone else's voice."


"But there's still Bun_"


Tya's sentence was not completed. The hot pagutan of Bisma silenced her mouth. Seduce him in ******, drag him and roll him into the whirlpool of mercilessly.


Seriate.