The Light for Mr. Bhishma
Wife-to-be?

Bisma stood up. He clasped Kia's hand with his left and right hand holding his wand. He heard the sound of shoes approaching him directing his gaze there. He took Kia to shelter behind his large body.

"Master, sorry. I need to be with Kia" said Mr. Arman, trying to be polite with the man. Especially with his blind condition.

"Sorry, he's my future wife. What do you have needs? Is, involved in debt with you? Then I'll pay it off."

The words made everyone stumble. Especially Kia, who was shocked was not confused by the confession of Bhishma to her.

"Eh! What's the?" Pat Kia on the broad shoulder of Bhishma. "Why be a wife?"

"Huh?" Bhishma turned his head, and was confused by his own words. While Mr. Arman, seemed increasingly angry with what he heard at that time. Wanted to go berserk, if he wasn't in a big crowded hospital like this.

"AAA!" mr. Arman screeched furiously at his daughter. "Why are you? Why don't you ever want to Dad? And now.... Why would a blind man like this be your future husband?"

"Huh, Dad?" shocked Bisma, then turned back to Kia who was trembling behind her. "He, Your father?"

"Yes... You are, anyway,"

"Ehmmm, sorry. So, how's it going?" whispered Bisma to him. But Kia remained silent, and continued to hold Bhishma's hand so firmly. Until Bisma finally relented, and walked a little forward toward Mr. Arman.

"Dad?" call Bisma, get along well with the man. Bhishma extended her hand with a very friendly smile.

"Why do you call me dad?" mr. Arman's voice seemed so heavy at the moment.

"Because, I'm your son's future husband. Aye... Kia?" bisma asked, according to the name he heard. It has also come out of the lips of Bhishma. And Kia, just hoping that her father doesn't approve of her and defies her accidental relationship.

"What are you doing?"

"For now, I can't work. It'll probably be active again when it gets a corneal donor from this hospital."

"That too, if anyone is willing to donate it to you. Hhh," Mr. Arman took it lightly. But only the smile of Bhishma returned without a fight.

"Take my son off!"

"No... Before you consent to marry us."

"Hey!" Kia looked at Bisma this time. I wanted to get him into a fight this time.

"Don't you want to run away from your father?" lirih Bisma to Kia, inviting the girl's overwhelming confusion.

"Want to run, but why get married?" Kia gripped Bisma's shoulder with all her strength. But Bhishma felt nothing of Kia's energy. Just like tingling and tickling on his shoulder.

"Kia, go home you. If you want to get married, I'll match you with Dad's partner's son. You just choose. They are rich, and normal. Not like this guy, who....."

"Well, enough. Why do you insult people?" Kia turned furious with the father, which this time was so outrageous. Insulting a disabled man in public and mocking him as poor. It was painful for Kia at the time.

"That's the reality. And you can't deny everything. Let's go!" Mr. Arman managed to grab Kia's arm, and grasped it roughly. Trying to pull it from Mr. Arman. But, Bisma's quick response grabbed Kia's hand as well from her father.

"Let go of my son! Or, I'm suing you!"