KARMAS

Wanted to protect you

"Again what??"

Mesya slightly flinched because Bisma surprised him.

"Ngagetin!!" Gerutu Mesya pursed his lips.

"You were so serious you didn't realize I was in here"

When Bisma came, Mesya was focusing on his sewing machine. So he didn't hear any sound. Including the sound of Bisma's car.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear"

The relationship between Mesya and Bhishma is now starting to improve since one week ago Bhishma expressed her feelings.

"What are you sewing??" Bhishma pulled out a chair to sit next to Mesya.

"Suture clothes for grandpa, funny huh?? Very small" Mesya showed a piece of cloth that had not yet been fully finished it to Bhishma.

"Good, from the first made you are indeed good" Praise Bisma. Indeed, the ability to sew Mesya is not in doubt. The proof is that he was also chosen to be the main designer in his company, although Mesya also founded his own boutique.

But hearing Bhishma's praise Mesya just looked down sad.

"But that was before"

Bisma immediately remembered how the fate of the Mesya boutique. How Bisma sent people to loot the contents of the Mesya boutique at that time.

Bhishma's hand moved to caress Mesya's hair so gently.

"I'm sorry" The word maat is often heard from Bhishma's lips to Mesya. Even Mesya had heard it dozens of times.

"I used to call you evil, cunning and other swear words. But I'm not much different than you"

Mesya stared at the bead of Bhishma's eyes that looked at him so deeply. The distance between the two of them was so close at this moment, it was even just an inch of an adult. It made Mesya can feel the fragrant body of Bhishma that he so liked.

Mesya closed his eyes enjoying the woman who was so soothing to him. The fragrance was so masculine yet still felt soft on Mesya's nose.

But a second later, Mesya was forced to open his eyes due to a chewy and wet object that landed gently on his lips.

Mesya's eyes widened as the man before him had now removed the distance between them.

Mesya could see that Bhishma closed her eyes as if she was enjoying what she was doing. Mesya who has not been accustomed to such things only pecked because his body again feels stiff.

Even so, Mesya could feel Bhishma's hand moving around his nape. Gradually the sticky lips began to be moved by the owner.

Mesya's lips felt a tingle that could radiate throughout his body when Bisman played it so gently. The head of the Bhishma that kept moving to the left and to the right made Mesya feel his stomach tingled by something.

Mesya can really be made crazy with just such gentle movements. Not only did it stop there, Mesya increasingly felt the air around him hot as the tongue of Bhishma began to barge into his mouth.

Krukk.kruk..

Bisma chuckled in the middle of her kiss and then moved away from Mesya's face.

"You hungry??" Mesya could not help but be embarrassed to cover his face with the baby clothes he was sewing earlier.

"Yes, we eat first. Eat at home, right?? I've bought the ingredients" Bhishma pointed at one big plastic near the door.

"But I'm not bi..."

"I'll cook" Bhishma stood up and rolled his shirt up to the elbow.

Mesya only noticed Bhishma who was busy cooking from the dining table. He did not know what was being cooked Bisma but the aroma of Bisma cuisine really made Mesya's stomach rumble.

"It's done, special cooking for my pregnant mother" Bisma brought all her cooking to the table in front of Mesya.

"Waahhh, Bisma's sister turned out to be a cook huh??" Mesya was really amazed by the results of the cuisine of Bhishma.

"Cooking is not a difficult thing, as long as we want to learn. Let's eat first. I'm hungry too"

"Not a difficult thing how?? Obviously sewing clothes was the easiest thing than cooking" Mesya grumbled softly inviting wide laughter from Bhishma.

Mesya was increasingly made to gawk because only this time Bhishma could laugh afterwards in front of him. I want to feel Mesya crying because finally laughter like that is not just for Alya. But Mesya immediately turned his mind so that the tears did not ruin his happy atmosphere at this time.

Mesya and Bhishma had dinner accompanied by a small chat from them. Since their relationship improved, after returning from the office Bisma did go straight home to Mesya first before returning to his apartment. A day without seeing Mesya felt really tormented.

But what upset Bhishma was, Mesya until now never allowed Bhishma to stay there. Most Bhishma would lie on the couch to unwind and then go home before ten p.m.

Now the two of them are done with dinner. Mesya who initially wanted to help Bhishma was forced to sit back because Bhishma forbade him to touch the dirty dishes.

As a result, Mesya now just sits on his soft sofa while waiting for Bisma to finish washing the dishes.

"Bisma didn't bring a change of clothes??" Mesya felt sorry to see the Bhishma who looked already uncomfortable with the formal after that. The proof of his shirt has been rolled irregularly with buttons over it open two pieces.

"No, I forgot" Usually, Bhishma always carries clothes in her car.

Bhishma sat next to Mesya. Then lay his body down to make Mesya's thigh as a cushion of his head. The size of Mesya's stomach is not a barrier for Bhishma to find comfort there.

Although he was stunned for a moment for what Bhishma did, Mesya smiled afterwards. He never expected to be alone with Bhishma with such a situation.

"Are you tired??" Mesya's hand caressed the head of Bhishma in his lap.

"Hemm, there's a bit of maslah in the office" Bhishma closed her eyes because she felt so comfortable with the gentle caress of Mesya's hand.

"If you're tired, why come here. It's better for Bisma to immediately rest in the apartment"

"Of course because I'm worried about you. I can be so upset if I don't see you for a day"

Whether true or not but the words of Bisma made Mesya blush in shame.

"You're getting prettier if you blush like this" Bisma pinched Mesya's cheek slowly.

Mesya's feelings were made even more brutal because of Bhishma's praise.

"Yes??"

"Yes??"

"We live in an apartment??" Invite Bisma untum the umpteenth time.

"Why else, brother?? If Sister Bisma is tired of going back and forth, it does not have to be every day papa kok his case"

"It's not because I'm tired. I'm just worried about your situation. Every night I sleep poorly because my mind keeps coming here. I want to protect you, I'm afraid nothing will happen to you" Bhishma gently caressed her son's hiding place.

"Fear why?? You never gave me a clear reason"

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to tell you why yet"