KARMAS

Forgive Papa

"Sister, it's already night" Mesya said softly, she was afraid that Bhishma would misunderstand her because Mesya threw her away indirectly.

"No need to fear, if anyone comes here just tell me that I'm your husband" replied Bisma indifferently, with her still cool hand peeling an orange for Mesya.

Mesya remembered something that still disturbed his mind until now.

"Did Brother Bisma come to see Mr Rt at that time??"

Bhishma did not make a sound, he just nodded his head calmly.

"Why?? I mean, why did Brother Bisma fake my ID??"

Bhishma thrust a segment of orange which he had peeled to the front of Mesiah's lips.

"Quick my hands can tingle!!" Finally inevitably Mesya opened his mouth to accept the bribe of the bisma chest.

"I did that because I didn't want you to be kicked out of here" Bisma explained after seeing Mesya who still wanted an answer from her.

"Why didn't Brother Bhishma give it to me directly??"

"Because at that time I..."

"You still hate me that way??" This time Mesya boldly cut off the talk of Bhishma.

Mesya's question could not be refuted by Bhishma, because at that time Bhishma was still too doubtful about his feelings. Actually not much different from now, because Bisma is also still a little hesitant about her feelings. But at least this time Bisma is more courageous to deal with Mesya.

"Even though Bhishma claimed to be my husband, still Bhishma could not sleep here" Seeing such a silent Bhishma made Mesya return to his original intention of sending Bhishma home.

"Why indeed??" Bhishma looked disappointed that Mesya would not allow him to stay there.

"There is only one room. It is also without a soft base like at home or in your apartment. There was also no sofa, there was only this bamboo chair. Even this won't be able to hold your height" Mesya's reasonable explanation.

Bhishma looked silent but I don't know what he was thinking at the moment.

"All right, I'm home. But tomorrow and the next will come again here!!"

Mesya could only nod because he knew that he could not help the man at all to do as he pleased.

"Remember, tomorrow don't go to work again!! Simply stay at home and take care of your health. Knows right??"

"Yes Brother Bisma" replied Mesya resigned.

"Pinter" Bhishma's hand so mischievously ruffled Mesya's hair gently.

"O Allah, please give health to my heart because it must face Sister Bisma who continues to act as she pleases" said Mesya in her heart because it was not strong to hold her heart that continued to tremble earlier.

"But Shay"

"Yes??"

Bisma again approached Mesya, crouched down in front of him as before while kissing Mesya's hand.

"Before I go home, can I say hello??" Bhishma's eyes were fixed on Mesya's stomach, which was holding his flesh and blood.

"Bo-by Kak"

Bhishma's hand that had not yet touched his stomach alone Mesya had already felt a strange tremor all over his body.

"Su-dah Brother. Especially if you talk. He seems to be listening to what we're talking about"

Mesya is also confused as to why he has been stuttering lately when talking to Bhishma.

"really??" The bisma looked very happy to be able to touch Mesya's enlarged stomach.

"Do you know if he's a boy or a girl??"

"Not Kak, I just checked it once to the obstetrician" Mesya replied sadly.

"Then I'll find a good doctor tomorrow. We both see our kids, right??"

Mesya nodded enthusiastically. Hearing Bisma who was just planning to take her to the Doctor alone had made Mesya so moved.

Bhishma drew his face closer to Mesya's stomach.

"Hay baby, this is Papa. Forgive Papa for not being a good Papa to you. Papa usually only hurt your Mama.Thank you because you have accompanied Mama struggling until now" Although Bhishma whispered a little but Mesya could hear it clearly.

"But from now on, Papa promised. Papa will always take care of you. Papa will make up for all Papa's mistakes with Mama. So you grew up healthy in there huh?? Papa also hopes, someday when you are born will not hate Papa. Forgive me, Papa loves you"

Cup...

Bhishma landed a gentle kiss on Mesya's belly covered in a simple negligee.

Mesya hurriedly wiped away his tears before Bisma saw him.

But Bhishma is not an easy person to deceive in plain sight. Who wouldn't realize if Mesya had cried because his nose was flushed and his eyelashes were still wet.

"Why crying?? I hurt you again" Although Mesya's cheeks were already dry from tears, but Bhishma still rubbed her gently.

"No, I just..." Being asked like that made Mesya cry again. Bhishma often showed two sides of himself in the presence of Mesiah. Sometimes the man was so gentle, but could also turn indifferent at any moment like that.

"Oh, I know. I have been too deeply hurting you. Don't cry anymore, I won't go home if you're still like this"

Bhishma knew that Mesya's current feelings were really erratic, she was easy to cry and also offended about small things.

After a while, Mesya regained control of himself. Lost his shame for crying many times in the presence of Bhishma.

"I'm home, right?? Don't come out again, it's night. If there's anything, call me right away" actually Bhishma wouldn't leave Mesya. His heart felt heavy and wanted to stay there. The previously unkempt little house became a comfortable place for Bhishma today because of the Mesya inside.

"Yes, Brother Bisma be careful"

It is not only Bhishma that fights inner upheaval. But also Mesya, his hand was eager to keep Bhishma from going from there. However, where Bhishma would sleep losing the house of Mesya alone is not worthy to be lived by a Bhishma.

"Sister!!"

"Yes??" Bisma turned her head quickly hoping that Mesya would hold her back to stay.

"Live a rest when you get home" Mesya said without looking into Bhishma's eyes.

"Yes, Mesya" The answer was gentle but unfortunately Mesya could not see the thin smile from Bhishma's lips because the woman was looking the other way.

By the time Bisma was in her car, she had started the engine as well. Just keep his foot on the gas pedal, then the car will run. But all of that had to be delayed because of a Bhishma message from someone.

I don't know what the message is about. What was clear, Bisma clutched her phone firmly and looked softly at Mesya who was still standing on the porch to see his departure.