The Light for Mr. Bhishma
So miss daddy

Jinan strengthened her jaw, stood up to stomp her feet and entered her room immediately. Even the door closed firmly until the sun woke up to notice the surprised Sena.

"Luckily did not wake up," Surya stroked his chest to look at his son who was immediately closed again at that time. "You why? Out back and forth even so, "solar scowling at his sullen wife sitting at the bedside and grabbing her thick blanket. 

"Udah... Sleeps. Tomorrow's bad luck, I want to work." sergeant Jian then covered his entire body with a blanket thick. Surya gawked and cengo heard the words thrown by his wife, scratched his head and still did not understand what it meant. But, he also makas disturb Jinan when it is like that and choose to sleep kmbali hugging tightly the warm son. Moreover, according to him, there is a smell of Kia there and so makes it comfortable.

"Not exactly the same as Jinan?" kia's chat began after replacing Bhishma's clothes for sleep, and is now lying together in her second bed.

"No... It's not much, Kia. Jinan had to be taught a lesson once in a while, so that he would know what it was like to be grateful. His age is getting older, and he should understand how maturity is. I never restrained him because I knew He had a life of his own, but it was all just that he was misusing it like this."

"Suddenly missed Dad," he said. 

"You remember Dad by my words? What does all these words have in common?" bisma asked attentively to listen to all that Kia had said to her. Because indeed when several times visited, Kia was always in a running position from the father. And right now, it seems like a good time for Bhishma to know everything.

"Kia always felt constrained by what dad did all this time. Moreover, when Mother did not exist and father increasingly did not give the right to Kia choose. But seeing Jinan was the opposite, but there was still less. All parents or brothers, would want the best, right, for the child or his sister? But the way they're different, it's just the way we adapt to everything."

"The fists... Kia sleepy. Yuk sleep, tomorrow we want control, not to mention Kia wants to start being a baby sitter for Sena." kia said to her husband.

"Akiaaaa,"

"Yes, Mum? What's up?"

"Your face" asked Bhishma by extending her hand. Kia approached and gave her face to the bisma to feel as usual, from her forehead, nose, lips and rubbed her cheeks several times very gently. This will be their ritual before going to bed, or when they will meet other than with Kia's hand on him.

after rubbing Kia's face, Bisma pulled the body into her arms. He kissed Kia's forehead and held her to sleep together. Sometimes it is terbesit in Kia's heart of what actually makes Bhishma interested in him, even to pursue wherever He went just by meeting a few times in an absurd moment. Kia just wanted to ask what was special about her until Bhishma was so sincere with her at this time.

"But if asking questions makes me doubt, then I'd rather be quiet with all these question marks. Enjoying all that you give me that feels so sincere without a pause like this. My little doubt about the man melting, that there are still sincere men in the world for me." murmured Kia inwardly in all the warmth she felt today.