The Light for Mr. Bhishma
Behind the darkness

New bisma came out of the bathroom. He rubbed his hair with his clean white towel, then felt the bed to look for his clothes.

"Master, let me help you." Nining came to him.

"You don't have to help me. Because it's your job. Where's my clothes?" bisma asked with her deep voice that sounded flat but shook the soul. Inevitably, it made Nining tremble and the roar of his heart increased rapidly.

With a little careless pace, Nining takes all of the Bhishma's needs and helps put them all on. Not only that, Nining also helps Bisma dry her hair with a hairdyrer.

"Can you wear it?"

"Can, Sir."

"Your hands are shaking."

"Sorry, just not used to it yet." Nining started to turn on her tools and set her temperature. Direct the tool on the hair of the bisma to immediately dry and easily set.

"Aackh!" Bisma spontaneous squealing. Presumably, the temperature of the hairdryer was too hot on his head.

Nining immediately retracted and put away the tool, away from Bhishma. Who tried to restrain themselves, but now can no longer. He was in a great tremor, even his knees seemed to lose support and almost collapsed in place.

The bisma is silent, with the eyes half closed. He also tried to refrain from all his arrogance. But it seems difficult, until a word of dismissal comes out of his mouth unilaterally.

Maybe the dismissal was better than he had to act even harder on the nurse who had only been working a few hours.

Nining kept begging. He did not hesitate to tell his poor story. His little sister, and his sickly parents. Bhishma carefully analyzed all the confessions Naning gave her.

The kreeek! Oma now heard the hysterical cry, and went straight into Bhishma's room without knocking. Surprised not to play, seeing Nining's position was begging for forgiveness from the grandson.

"Bisma! Ye... Why else, son? You're not Nining?" Oma Sekar stroked his own chest.

Not only Oma, but Jinan and Surya also looked into the room to ascertain what happened. Surprised and panicked, as they were afraid that Bisma was too arrogant to her new nurse. Because in psychological terms, Bhishma is in the stage of not accepting the current state of oneself. They are afraid, Bhishma will vent all her anger and disappointment on others.

"Sir Bhishma!" Jinan screeched, and directly grabbed Nining to immediately stand up from the spot of her plea. In fact, he handed his son to the mother and approached Nining at that time.

He looked nyalang at Brother who responded to his flat. Yeah, don't ask me again why that is.

"Excession!" sergeant Jinan. "Jinan knows that Brother is disappointed with the current condition. But don't do this, brother. Don't vent on others."

"You guys go." Bhishma stood up, stepped near the window and pensively pensively there.

Many times Jinan called, but Bhishma did not even look at him. Even just respond with a twitch of his shoulder and his other. Bisma sculpted, looking forward which usually looks beautiful garden made by the mother there.

"I miss? No. gabe. It felt comfortable like this despite the weak look of others. A time like this, my heart is calmer than anything that disturbs my view."

When blind, everything seems clear to him. Unlike when He can see everything clearly, but everyone can fool him easily.