The Light for Mr. Bhishma
Not attention, but obligation

The cooking is done. The fragrant aroma of the wife's cooking made Bisma tempted and came down from her room. His foot steps down the stairs with a stick in his hand, and he is looking for the source of the delicious aroma with his keen sense of smell.

"Kitchen" was Bhishma on the left, which was right into the kitchen. Step by step approached, and He heard the voice of the wife humming while washing her dishes.

Nah! Nah! The sound of a stick was heard landing onto some of the equipment present. Kia heard it and immediately turned her head knowing her husband was approaching her at this moment.

"Mas, where are you here?" Kia immediately stopped the work and welcomed Bhishma. While washing dishes He turned to other servants, because Bi IS was busy caring for Sena with Oma.

"you cooked?"

"Yes, Kia cook for Mas Bhishma. You have to eat a lot of vegetables, and later afraid Mama Lisa brought spicy dishes. I don't eat," 

"Thank you for your attention." said Bisma softly.

"Not attention, but obligation. What do you want? Take a bath, yuk,"

"Would you take a shower together?"

"Eh.... Mas, speaking!" Kia closed the mouth of the Bhishma who spoke too loudly. Looking to the left right with his face that began to turn red like a ripeness tomato. The bisma grabbed the hand and released it from the smothered mouth.

"I'm just taking my wife to, um,.." 

"Eheeemmm," Mala's voice shocked Bisma. He does not know if there are people there, but usually he is very sensitive to his environment. I don't know, because Kia distracts all her attention or just is out of focus. 

"Shame," growled Kia pinching Bhishma's waist. Until her husband was grimacing in pain but with a typical laugh while with Kia. He immediately took Bisma up and entered his second room, preparing Bhishma to welcome Mama and Nanda.

"What did you do to me?" bisma asked with her smirk.

"Engga... Kia. He just has a new toy. Like me," tease Kia who never rinse the foam from the face of Bhishma. 

"Either added? Naughty you yes...." The anxious bisma immediately pulled Kia's arm and brought her down into the bath until now they were soaking together.

"Mas! Kia's wet," 

"Don't I take you to shower together? Huh uh?" bisma's naughty hands tickled his wife's waist to a keenness. Until Kia frowns on her husband's actions, especially Kia can not stand amused and can even cry because of it.

"Mas... Already! Kia nangis nih," his whimper that felt weak because of the amused he felt. 

Hearing that, Bisma immediately stopped her action. He wrapped his hands around Kia's waist and brought the two closer together, feeling the cold all over Kia's wet body.

"You're cold?" asked Bhishma who was currently looking at him fixedly though invisible.

"Slightly," answered Kia with a nod. Bhishma's hand went up to Kia's nape and pressed her closer, then mel lu lu her lips warmly. And it is very warm to feel Kia at this time with the excitement caused by the behavior of Bhishma to her. 

"Masses... Mama is coming soon," Kia let go of everything slowly to give her husband discernment so as not to be on with the action of both.

"Yes... All right, tip clean up now." replied Bhishma, and was not at all disappointed by that subtle refusal. 

Kia also immediately cleans the body of Bhishma and all clean herself who was already wet. Both of them came out, and Kia dressed up Bisma first and then fixed herself. The two immediately went downstairs, to greet their guests downstairs.