The Light for Mr. Bhishma
Sorry, it's been a hassle.

"Dad!" Kia pitched hard back. It felt like he was really caught off guard by the father's arrogant attitude. Slowly, he took off the hand of Bhishma from her.

"Sir, sorry to bother you. Thank you for helping me. But... Sorry, I have to come with Dad. I don't want to, if anything happens to you."

Kia's away. He approached the father with the grip of his softened hand. Meanwhile, Bhishma, still quietly permeates the scent of Kia's body which is getting away from her.

" In fact, I'm getting used to it." he murmured, inhaling what was still left in his hands.

"The room!" Daksa called and approached her with worry. He paid a minute, for some of the pending business at the office. Then back again to Bhishma to continue his discussion with the doctors about the donor eye that will be done.

"Fuck..."

"Huh? How could? It doesn't seem to fit, and it's not that easy donating eyes to other patients."

"But they said...."

"Here you go, let's go home. I want to ask you something." asked Bisma, walking slowly with her cane left Daksha who was still trying to regulate her breath. Slightly away, Daksha caught up with Bhishma and led her from behind. Sometimes get rid of something that he might hit and hurt his friend.

Arriving at the car, Daksa immediately brought Bisma in and he began to sit down to drive.

"Say, what do you want from me? Don't be too heavy, I've done a lot of work."

"If I could have looked for myself, I would have...." Bhishma installs its weak and powerless mode. With a lethargic face devoid of the spirit of life, with a blank stare of the blindness that He experienced.

"Haish, always use that weakness of yours, to force me. Go, say!"

"The nurse."

"Yes, why?"

"His name is Akiia."

"No.... He took his father away."

Daksa clasped his hand on his steering wheel firmly. His head in the circular object was so stressed. Without saying a word, He knew that Bhishma had ordered him to find the girl. Without traits, without a shadow of what kind of figure Dad took him away. In fact, his full name is no clue at all to Daksa at this time.

"Western, I have to find a needle in a pile of chaff." he said. But Bisma was silent with the composition of her friend beside her.

Both arrived home. Oma Sekara welcomed and let Bhishma into his room. Nining comes to help Bhishma change her clothes with a new one.

Oma asked about the donor eye. But Bhishma was silent without a sound. Oma finally turned to ask Daksha, before he left again.

"Forced!"

"Yes, Oma?" Daksa turned around, approaching Oma sekar who ran at him.

"How's it?"

"Donor? Um, they said they didn't fit, Oma. There are many considerations that they have discussed."

Oma suddenly let out a weak look, then sat down with a feeling of being crushed again. How not, It. Very fond of Bhishma, and willing to spend a lot of money to get the eye for his grandson. Moreover, Bhishma is the strongest pillar in the family, and he will control all the family business.

"Oma, Daksa said goodbye first. So much work to do."

"Oh yes, son. You should also bring Surya once in a while. To let Him know and understand how to work well."

"That's... It's been Daksa's done, Oma. But, Oma better hear the opinions of the board of directors for her. Daksa doesn't dare to comment too much."

Daksa was a little hesitant, when asked about Surya. Especially about its performance in the hotel. And Oma was also not a fool, just by looking at Daksha's response like that, Oma already understood very well what exactly he wanted to say.

"Surya.." growled, but could only sigh to dampen it.