The Light for Mr. Bhishma
Have dinner together

Bhishma sat down after wearing her clothes neatly. He waited for Kia who was in the shower while listening to some voice messages from Daksa. not to forget, some of the plagues that came out of his best friend and made Bisma blush in shame.

"Hmmm, I won't bother you tonight." 

"Why? There's a problem, you busy?" bisma asked with a frown.

"Hey, Brooooo. It's your first night with Kia. How can I bother you? Just call at this moment I feel guilty, especially later tonight." tweeted Daksa. Bsima just enameled his salivation harshly at what his best friend said.

The kreeek!

The bathroom door is open. Ted heard the sound of Kia's footsteps coming out of there and closing the door slowly. The heart of Bhishma feels unsafe, especially when Daksa continues to provoke him.

"Already, Daksa! I turned off the phone," bisma upset.

 He who felt uncomfortable even tried to stand from his place after putting HP on the table. He grabbed the folded stick and tried to open it to extend it, but somehow, everything became so difficult that it hit his own head.

"Aaaakkhhh!!!" Bisma squealed by stroking her painful forehead.

"Mas Bhishma!!" Kia who was choosing clothes spontaneously ran over to her husband. Without noticing what part he walked to tripped the table leg and fell.

A duuuuggh!!

"Aakhs! Sick," cried Kia who fell on the floor. At that time, Bhishma looked at him sharply from the source of the voice he heard.

"Aargh!! Mrs Bisma?" Pekik kia to him. 

"Why? I can't even see you," the dumb Bisma told his wife.

Bismapun bulging as big as a jengkol seeds. Swallowed his saliva again rough demgan and his face reddened like a crab that had just been boiled. 

"Why, describe it? Though, I-I..." 

Now it was Kia's turn to curse herself. He felt very foolish in front of Bhishma who had actually guarded himself from all the shadows of himself. But, he made it clear everything. Falsely, Kia fell silent in a thousand languages and bit her lip running towards the clothes.

"Kia, sorry... Me,"  

"Udah ngga papa. Don't be overshadowed, Kia is ashamed." she replied with her head bowed. He immediately put on clothes that were ready before as fast as lightning. Somehow it feels right now, let alone imagining the face that Bhishma gave her.

The bisma was silent. His mind is distorted, and he has to keep his head clean. Although when healthy He is also not a very good and holy man, but He at least can not equate the wife with how the woman He often saw before.

"Good brain, clean yourself up." beg Darma on the shadow of his own head.

"Mas," called Kia, breaking the silence of Bisma at that moment.

"Ah, yes, dear. Why?"

"He's got clothes on, he's tidy. Yuk, dinner. It must have been waiting," asked Kia spoiledly. Bhishma stood up and walked out, with Kia's hand holding her tightly. That was when, all the dirty shadows of Bhishma instantly disappeared from his mind.

Both arrive downstairs. Oma, Jinan and Surya had waited long enough there. Seemed from Jinan's increasingly cynical gaze with the anxiety on his face. Maybe already hungry, especially He is indeed breastfeeding the baby to need extra intake at this time.

"New bride, why is it so old? Don't know what, people wait for daritadi. If I don't think about it, I'm living Lu." Jinan returned to the two, especially on the kia that she thought was pretentious and beautiful at this time. Especially when Surya stared at kia without a blink from his eyes. 

The more careless Jinan is at kia. Like they've diverted their world that should be on him. She, who had been the princess with all the facilities and powers that exist. All that will be obeyed without ever asking twice, and all that will never be opposed by the whole house. And now, it was Kia who seemed to take over everything. Even Bhishma alone dared to be high-pitched to him at this moment.