KARMAS

Mesya exchange

"M-Bag.."

Mesya grabbed Bisma's arm and gripped her firmly. Fear instantly attacked Mesya at this moment.

"Not to be afraid, there I am" Bisma took off Mesya's hand on her arm, then clasped it tightly before opening the door of her apartment.

"Good morning Om" said Bisma to his guest. Bhishma was a little worried about the arrival of his guest.

"Waahh, I did not expect at all, it turns out that my arrival this morning has been welcomed by this matching couple" Clearly spoken by Kusworo is just a sentence of satire for Bisma and Mesya.

Seeing Mesya can live safe and secure on the side of Bhishma like that certainly makes Kusworo angry. The one who should be in Mesya's current position is his son.

The terrified Mesya confronting Kusworo only hid behind Bhishma. His hand held Bhishma firmly, indicating that he was really uncomfortable right now. He still remembered how Kusworo humiliated him in front of so many people yesterday.

"What did Om mean by coming here??" Bisma is very fond of pleasantries.

"Why is there such a rush for Bhishma?? From the look in your eyes, it seems like you don't want to think of me as the father of the woman you love anymore" Kusworo's eyes kept on Mesya who wouldn't raise her face to look at her.

"Om, I still respect Om. So don't act out of bounds anymore. Please tell me what Om's purpose is here and don't hurt Mesya again like yesterday. Because now she is the woman I love" Bisma said firmly.

Bisma had acknowledged Mesya in the presence of Kusworo. Bhishma wanted to show the man if no one should hurt Mesya and her child, be it Kusworo or anyone else.

"Bisma, have you been made with this woman's wiles?? You don't remember how he hurt the woman you love so much?? But now you're protecting her. Where are the vows and promises you made in front of Alya's grave to avenge all his deeds?? Now that you're crazy about this cruel woman" Kusworo wants to wake up to Bhishma if what she's doing right now isn't right.

"Om, I used to say that because I did not accept the passing of Alya. But now realize that what I did to Mesya was also wrong Om. I don't want to lose the woman I love twice. So please, let Mesya go"

Kusworo increasingly ignited emotions with the words of Bisma. He finds it increasingly difficult to break Mesya if Bhishma is always beside Mesya.

"It's not that easy, my friend!! Whatever I'm gonna do to destroy this woman. Whether or not you are on my side!!" Appoint Kusworo to Mesya.

"Take Om's attitude before I run out of patience!! I am still silent about the actions of Om yesterday who deliberately set me up and also tricked my men so that Om could drive Mesya out of the house" growled Bisma denied Kusworo's hand.

Mesya slightly pulled the hand of Bhishma in his hand so that the man did not go further against the man who was not his match.

Mesya also just found out that Bisma was trapped by Kusworo when the expulsion occurred.

"Now say!! What does Om want Om to stop hurting Mesya?? Whatever I'll give you origin don't Mesya and my son"

"Bag!!"

"You go in first" The commandment of Bhishma to Mesiah. He immediately let go of Mesya's hand to get Mesya back inside first.

"It seems that you really love that woman until you are willing to give me whatever I want without thinking" Kusworo scorned Bisma for being so blind to love.

"Oh yeah??"

"Wait a minute" Bisma closed the door to her apartment again without letting Kusworo inside.

Bisma went into her room looking for something in her desk drawer. Something that Bhishma guessed as a condition for Kusworo to release Mesya.

Bhishma came back out after carrying a piece of paper that he had previously signed.

"Sorry to keep you waiting" Bisma said after opening her apartment door again. Kusworo is still out there.

"This is what you want. The nominal limit of the check is ten billion. Please write what you want" Bisma held out the check to Kusworo who had changed her facial expression.

"On one condition" Bisma deliberately pulled back the check when Kusworo's hand was outstretched to accept it.

"Don't ever bother Mesya and my son again. If that happens, I won't be afraid of you!!" Bisma could have made Kusworo lost in the face of this earth. But here Bhishma is also wrong for not keeping his promise. He also felt guilty for choosing not to hand Mesya over to the police. Therefore, perhaps by giving what Kusworo wants. The bisma can make this problem solved.

"You can keep my promise" Kusworo immediately snatched the check from Bhishma's hand.

Bisma could only smile wryly looking at the current Kusworo. He did not expect that he could exchange his daughter's life for money. The man he had once admired for being able to educate a daughter like Alya by just being the owner of a small shop, had now turned into such greed.

Bhishma went back inside to find Mesya. He was sure Mesya was still frightened at this moment.

"Messiah?" Bisma saw Mesya sitting on the carpet bending his knees. His hands were squeezing each other with his trembling body.

"Mas, I'm afraid" Mesya's voice vibrated making Bisma instantly pull Mesya into her arms.

"Not to be afraid, I'm here. He won't bother you anymore. Trust me" Bhishma held Mesya to give the woman a sense of security.

"But why did Sister Bisma have to give him that much money?? You should just leave me in jail"

"Sttitle..."

Bisma parsed her embrace to look at Mesya's face.

"At any time I won't let you get away from me much less hand you over to jail. My money means nothing more than the two of you. Even if he wants all my money I'll give him as long as he doesn't show up in front of you again. Now that you are my life, you have suffered enough all this time because of me. So now it's time we're both happy with our son"

Mesya was deeply moved by all that Bhishma had said. He went back into the arms of Bhishma. Inhaling the aroma coming out of the body of Bhishma deeply. For Mesya, Bisma is very fragrant even though he just woke up and had not taken a bath at all.

"Thank you" said Mesya in the arms of Bhishma.

"Beloved one" Again Bhishma called Mesya that way. What a sweet word that had such a terrible impact on Mesya.