The Light for Mr. Bhishma
Bisma Stiffness
A nurse just cleaned up Bisma's body. From the breath and touch she gave, Bisma knew that the nurse was holding a feeling in her heart. This is the Twentyth nurse, from the frequent change of nurse Bisma during her return from the hospital.
"You shaking?" bisma asked, as the nurse was buttoning her shirt.
"N-no, Sir."
"You're nervous, go.... I can do it myself." Bhishma snatched the clothes, and buttoned the shirt with his own hands. It is hard and sometimes wrong.
The nurse grabbed him back, and many times in the brute of Bhishma.
"Go!"
"Master... I don't-"
"You fired me... Go, I don't need you anymore."
"Haish!" the nurse cut in annoyance, then came out of the room Bhishma with her rude steps. Simultaneously, with Oma sekar who entered to deliver breakfast to the room.
Oma just took a deep breath and put the breakfast on the table. He approached the grandson, and helped him clear the wrong shirt button. Without making a sound, Bhishma understood who had come to him.
"Bring breakfast again?"
"Yes,"
"Bisma says, Bhishma will come down."
"And you fell down again?"
"Don't assume the bisma of the disabled, Oma."
Oma just stared at her nanar from behind, while keeping watch so that Bhishma did not really fall and get hurt again. Chin, elbow, forehead and temples. Everyone had once felt the sharpness of the end of the table and the pain of being hit on the hard floor. Even their housemaid was asked to mop the floor at night when Bhishma did not come out of his room at all.
Dugga! Again Bhishma's leg hit the edge of the table. Repeatedly and remain the same, until the Bhishma no longer screams or hurts. He walked back as if he had nothing. Bhishma did not even ask that Oma move the table to another safer place for her.
"Den Bisma's. Oma delivered the food to the room,"
"I want to eat here. Prepare breakfast for me, "pinta Bisma to the Bibik.
Bik Is his name. He looked at Oma sekar who was still in place, with all the tears that he had returned. But that's how Bhishma, who does not want to be considered as a disabled and sick person. In fact, that is his original state.
Oma sekar immediately approached. He fed his son, and this time could not refuse. He must control, until his appearance must remain neat until the time he returned home.
"Where forced?"
"Just come, just wait." and as he said, Daksha did come after breakfast. He went to Bisma and had breakfast together.
" How's the office?" Bhishma immediately ambushed him with various questions. No matter, when he knew Daksa's mouth was still chewing her breakfast.
"All situations are good, stable and controlled. Surya, I'm teaching you to attend a meeting with one of the clients."
"Surya?"
"Yes, your sister-in-law. He should know, how complicated it is to take care of the office. Not just come, sit, shut up and ask for his right."
"He doesn't even have the right, because he doesn't do anything. Just because he married Diah, my sister."
"Father...." Oma now rebuked him once more, when Bhishma began to get upset when discussing about her sister-in-law.