Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 102

Sinful Angel Chapter 102

Dinner wrapped in family warmth is actually the first experience for Tya. Along the way home Tya unceasingly carved the crescent moon, a reflection of his heart that also helped carve a happy smile.

“Mother is so cool. In addition to smart and successful, Mother also achieves. The figure of a great mother and woman,” great-grandson Tya was amazed while combing his back hair in front of the mirror. Just finished with the ritual routine of cleaning up before going up the contest.

Bisma, who was replacing her towel with boxer pants and a black polo shirt that Tya had prepared on the mattress, approached Tya with the top of the undressed showing off her clay muscles and field chest, only boxer shorts are attached to his athletic body. Bowing and hugging Tya who was sitting on the dressing table chair. Finds the view through the mirror.

“Mother is cool, so my late father bucin not kelulungan. Father and Mother had divorced before I was born, but finally fate brought them back together and I was born. My father said, The mother is irreplaceable,” said Bisma proudly.

“Mother is really a role model,” said Tya agreed with the husband's statement. “Pantesan aja his son is also cool.” Tya glanced at the tease that Bhishma rewarded with an anxious kiss on his crown.

In the middle of dinner, Viona gets good news if one of her dress designs gets an award from a fashion contest event in Malaysia and is asked to attend the Award submission event tomorrow afternoon in Kuala Lumpur.

Viona wasted no time. Gegas prepared to fly to the Negeri State after dinner after being accompanied by Sita who had worked for him since young. Didn't even pay attention to the brown envelope in his study.

Not only Nara and her family, Bisma and Tya also took Viona to the airport. Bringing their Mother together was full of pride.

Tya got up from her seat and led Bhishma to the side of the bed, picked up the black polo shirt that was still folded neatly and helped Bhishma wear it.

“Mas. Khalisa said he wanted to play here tomorrow. All Khalisa want to bring me the books I want to borrow, the material books of package C. I've told you before, haven't I? My formal education strata were minimal due to the absence of opportunities and my youth being forcibly taken away. Since seventeen years have had to plunge into the dark world that I do not want. So, now that there's a lot of free time, I want to increase my knowledge."

Bisma's eyeballs rolled, nailing her gaze at Tya. The highlight is tender lovingly sorry too. Forgotten never asked about the dreams of his soulmate so far.

“You're taking the C parcel equality class again legally? If you want, I can arrange home schooling, of course with private intensive learning methods. Your learning skills include fast. Your brain is quite diluted combined with high spirits. Evidently you have learned to teach until Iqro 6 in a period of approximately one month.”

“Can?” Tya's eyes sparkled enthusiastically. “Continue, if you have finished package C, such as I want to continue college like Khalisa is it okay?” tanya Tya glares at the innocent.

“Surely can, Honey. Very permissible, about the time can be arranged,” replied Bisma while tidying up Tya's hair.

“There are many, Mas. I want to, really want.” Tya smashed into the breast of Bhishma, hugging there pouring out a happy sigh. Like a child who gets a gift of candy after recovering from a toothache.

"Together, my love."

"Oh yes, Mas. Monday my monthly control schedule. Yesterday Doctor Ambar asked me to keep coming to the hospital on Monday because the examination carried out in the office yesterday was only emergency treatment,”, Tya said after making sure Bisma wore her shirt properly.

She was still silent about the possibility of her pregnancy despite the pressure in her chest to want to talk.

“Senin yes? What time?” Bhishma asked after putting out the main light and leaving the dim sleep lights as room lighting. Uncovering the blanket wrapped around the mattress and climb to the top of the contest followed Tya later.

“Sore, about four and a half hours,” said Tya as soon as her head touched the pillow.

The bisma who was closing the blanket back so as to wrap them both let out a frustrated sigh.

“Do not replace. I'm ashamed of Mother if anything should be with Mas. Mother who is not young anymore can still be independent, I can not wait to have a super husband who unfortunately spilled this,” praise Tya, kiss the cheeks of Bisma friendly. “Mas just focus on cooperation, let me go to the hospital with Mang Eko, if necessary I take Teh Erna let Mas not worry.”

“I know, you used to live independently, very, very independent even. But I don't like it when you're too independent right now, because you're my wife. I want you to depend on me, making your husband the first place to share grief. I'm happy to be where you lean completely. And to be honest I'm afraid you're looking for another backrest,” a bisma header with a serious look on your face.

A person who once betrayed his love like Bhishma, tends to have a fear of the recurrence of the same bitter incident and the scar of the trauma still leaves its mark on the soul of Bhishma.

Bisma tucked her arm around the back of Tya's neck making it a pillow for the wife, then grabbed Tya snuggled into her arms.

Tya stroked dear the side of her husband's handsome face that was pouting. Developing a smile like a rose.

“Where might I find another backup. Just a stupid woman leaving a sturdy backrest with limited edition concrete. That's how it is for me. But as the wife of a super busy husband. Of course I have to try to be an understanding wife. At least understand the situation and the right timing when to be independent and when the time is spoiled," said Tya gave understanding.

Highlights of Bhishma's entrance eyes radiate in awe at the beautiful, shady-eyed figure who is now always in her arms every night.

“Bisma is the best. Understanding and understanding me the most in every aspect. Wives dream,” compliments sweet.

The two of them poked slowly until their eyebrows met each other with bodies hugging each other tightly. Then kiss each other and soften. Tasting the sweetness of love honey.

“Mas compliment this time is just right. I even really understand that currently there are people who are struggling to visit me.” Tya looked at meu, biting her sensual wet lips, swiping her naughty knees down there, touching something stiffening.

“Akhs. Don't provoke me, honey. You just got better. I told you you have to take a lot of rest first.” The bisma held her seductive knees under the covers and kissed her wife's nose.

“I'm not mincing, really. Just nyapa who baperan,” god Tya grinning idly, making Bisma increasingly anxious made, showered Tya's face with a kiss.

“He is so, easy baper if near you. But I promised myself I wouldn't pay you for a few nights, even if I honestly wanted to. We'd better get some sleep, it'll be eleven o'clock. Come on, close your eyes.”

Sweetheart's kiss is anchored on Tya's forehead. Bisma tightens the embrace. His breathing was loud and heavy. A sign of trying hard to dampen the heat in him.

“Yakin Mas can sleep?” whispered Tya hoarse and sexy.

Tya's hoarse voice always managed to make Bisma rustle from head to toe. And now the more powerful the desiccation when a form of finely-tuned hand slipped into his boxer. Stinging him with a touch that surges desire.

The bisma loosened her arms, lowered her head then squinted with misty eyes and the jakun rose and fell. “Your hands are naughty!” his sizzle was half.

“In that case, punish these naughty hands, Mas,” whispered spoiled Tya. “I want you,” the door is hopeful with breaths beginning to gasp.

Not a joke, Tya really wants to be fond of. The urge in her is unusual, whether due to the influence of what is certain at this time Tya is wanting to be touched affectionately by her husband.

The intention of the fused holiday bisma has finally collapsed already. Being treated to the glare, the lips ranum, the warm body wrapped in a thin nightgown combined with the seduction of the queen of his heart really can not be rejected. With full puja and excitement Bisma gives what Tya wants, offering what is asked lovingly, before reaching for his physical demands until the inner life of both is fulfilled.

Seriate.