The Light for Mr. Bhishma
When are we getting married?

"How do you know me, sir? In fact, we have only met a few times." asked Kia unceremoniously. Bisma smiled again, so sweet from before.

" You know what? I even heard your voice from a distance. And you, why ask your sister to replace our meeting? Isn't that rude?" Bhishma took a turn to her question.

"If you don't like it, you can't just cancel this matchmaking" Kia said. Again without ever wanting to sift through his words to Bhishma. "Don't you feel like you're being fooled by me?"

"Not at all." That answer immediately made Kia change her face mode. From the start happy, back to the upset mode. He hoped, Bhishma was disappointed and immediately canceled the plan. Or even, block her name from the list of women she wants to be.

"You know? I chose you to be my wife. Through Daksha, my accomplices are looking for all the info about you. I like you,"

Kia took her breath so deeply. The growls, the emotions, and everything mingled into one this time. His plan failed miserably, even making the man more intensely want her. Somehow again, a way so that he can refuse matchmaking with the man who is in front of him at this time.

"I even told your dad back then, if you were my future wife, right?"

"Yes, but it's not serious. I was just asking for help back then, for my dad to stop chasing and force me home." All this pressure, this, making kia seemed to lose all the words that he had neatly arranged during the trip to the restaurant.

"But I never play with my words. And right now, you are my future wife." said Bisma.  Kia was getting tired of him. He massaged his temples hard until reddish there. It 

"Yes, I really like you. I never want to play a wedding word. Approach, date, or something else. Do it after marriage."

Again, everything is disputed by Bhishma. Kia got so hard to reply to this one, and could only return bowed lethargic because of it, with all the confusion he felt. Either way especially Kia refused with all the matchmaking that this man made himself. In fact, it is usually the parents who will be busy betrothing their children. Another with Bhishma, who was so eager to match up with her up to like this.

While from a distance, Nanda and Daksa are watching and experiencing the same tension. Those who are worried, if both will argue or even fight there. Because all they know, each of them is a man and woman who are firm in opinion.

"He's your brother?"

"Yes, even though Brother is connecting. But, I know how Kak kia. It might be hard to accept everything. Brother Kia, don't like to be forced." replied Nanda, by sipping a glass of juice in his hand.

Daksha just nodded without adding any words. He again focused on watching the two people who were arguing with all the elegance of each there. The atmosphere is crowded, probably makes Kia reluctant to act bar-bar with its true nature. Daksha could read everything from the look on the girl's face. And his clenched hands squeezed the trousers of material that he wore on his thighs.

Tension is still there. Bisma was still with her flat expression, and Akiia with her tense expression continuously drank the juice that Nanda had ordered for her. Attention, even if it can only watch from a distance.

"How, Akia? When are we getting married?" bisma asked with all the confidence he had.