Red Noctah
Part 17's
It felt so uncomfortable, but the drowsiness that attacked finally brought the woman to the dream contest. When opening his eyes, find a blanket that still faithfully wrapped himself so neatly. Though he is typical of people whose sleep is quite noisy. The female Netra swept through the room, deserted to find no one but her. The latter thing is indeed experienced, so it feels normal to feel.
The woman stepped lazily towards the bathroom, when she opened the door handle, she cried hysterically to find someone else there. The woman ran away scared. Bhishma, who realized that, quickly finished her business in the bathroom. He who forgot to lock the bathroom door, accidentally made his wife shocked in the morning.
"When, When!" Bisma was looking for the situation of his wife who had somehow run to where.
"What's the matter, Ma'am Bila, how rich is that fear?" sapa Bu Harjo who is choosing a vegetable wagon around.
"Eh, anu ma'am, there's nothing, I want to buy a vegetable bang," replied When nervous. Actually he did not intend to buy the vegetables, but because of the immediate panic effect ngacir out and caught them, it was clear if you had to find an excuse.
"Please choose neng, want which is still seger-seger," explained Abang vegetable pleasantries. If the confused just flip through.
"So buy no anyway, do not be helped oruh Neng, will be damaged, if not so buy is okay but do not long choose it. Buy no, long wait."
"Sorry, Bang, that's me buying it all." The bisma who accidentally saw his wife sprayed with a vegetable immediately came like a hero to the part. Pushing all the ruffled merchandise by accident. Maybe because of the confusion of choosing or I don't know, Bhishma himself does not know.
"Thank you very much, Mommy. Sweet selling!" Vegetable brother exclaimed happily.
Meanwhile, when directly into the house, leaving Bhishma who is in the middle of the hassle of entering groceries into the available crackle. Only the first day of the household, he was preoccupied with flying hours in the city. Vegetables and friends he about quickly entered the house.
Because confused there is no talent to cook the style of a restaurant chef. He let the side dishes and the like stranded irregularly on the kitchen table. He will think about it later after his affairs in the morning are settled.
This morning Bhishma actually has a pretty busy agenda. There are clients that he must meet for the next advertising marketing. He met Bila, following his wife who was still in shock when she left him earlier.
"If, sorry, that was ...."
"No need to say, don't get too close and please go, same one more, if you use the bathroom, please lock it, this is a house people have rules, different if in your own house, if you use the bathroom, please lock it, I don't know." If you interrupt immediately, before Bhishma finishes explaining.
"Yes, sorry. This morning I have to go to the office, you don't pa-pa, right? Alone at home, I'll try to get home early, once my business is done, I'll be home soon."
"Just leave, we don't have to tell each other where we're going, you don't have to be pretentious to care and feel responsible for my life. So, do not bother to be busy taking care of and take care of me, I am not a child who needs to be taken care of and loved," replied When wry, condition with an irritating tone.
"Like it or not, you want to listen or assume nothing. I will continue to give responsibility and attention. I leave first, for your breakfast, I've ordered G Food service, you just wait. Sorry, can't accompany you to breakfast together," she said calmly.
Bisma takes a slow breath. There is a child that must be defended, let it be months of anger If, after all the source of the problem does come from him. So just accept the roomy, as long as the woman is fine, Bhishma is quite calm to live life. Bhishma departs with a slightly calm mind, unlike the past days which are overwhelmed with anxiety and anxiety at the thought of When. Even if it is still far from soft words, at least their togetherness is halal to co-exist. Even though it is still a distance away, at least one roof is still. Bhishma must be good at processing emotions.
"Guide, you come to my room now!" bisma's decree once set foot in the office, passing a row of tables including his cousin's desk.
Pandu nodded politely, tailing his superior in a calm style.
"You put in a job application when you're at the office?" spray Bisma suddenly. At that time, if ever expressed his desire to find work and office, he happened to be recruiting new employees.
"Yes, what, wrong, if it's interesting enough and potentially working here, just wait for acc from you and everything is in order."
"If you can't work, tell him if the interview is canceled, and don't try to tell me, if I handle this company, if it leaks lo will I depak to your hometown, lo, don't care!" threatened sure.
"Can continue, threaten again, look out tomorrow I'm richer, lo I fight. Wonder what kind of relationship between lo and Bila, feuding, but love, married must be secretly. Really life is full of drama." A short long pedumel guide that makes the ears feel hot.
"Gue doesn't want her to be disappointed, nor do I want her to know I turned down her job application. If he can't work, he still needs a lot of rest at home," explained Bisma reasoned. He was quite capable of financing his life, so it would be impossible to let his wife work, let alone be pregnant.
While Bila himself returned moody after getting a fresh breeze from Pandu, the PHP. Pandu said there will be an HRD party who contacted him for an interview, but failed miserably because of mistakes or mistakes.
"I'm sorry, if, just be patient, maybe next time I can find another locker, don't be sad dong, there are still many paths to brilliant."
Pandu contact when by phone. The man was a little disappointed with the decision of the Bhishma which was quite a plan. Yesterday quietly, no protest, and no progress, now even no process. Incredibles!" Pandu was still grumbling, he became unwell with his neighbor.
Bhishma was drowning in her busyness, occasionally staring at photos when stored neatly in her phone. If tired start to say hello, the picture is enough to be the most powerful mood booster arousing his spirit, especially if remembered, they will have children, the spirit of Bhishma back on.
In the afternoon, as Maghrib approached. Bhishma has set her foot in the house. There is no welcome home from work like a household in general. There was no smile he found, even when he looked busy himself. Didn't see his existence at all.
"When, did you eat?" bisma asked pleasantries, something quite simple, but so meaningful for people who love.
