Red Noctah
The Part 53
"Don't cry When, since I can't wipe your tears anymore, please tell me clearly, which part of my dishonesty?" Bhishma wanted to wipe away those tears. However, recalling that the woman had been beaten by someone else, Bhishma retracted her hand.
The man turned to take a handkerchief in his pocket, then thrust it at the woman. Misunderstanding still occurs, when you think Bhishma can no longer wipe her tears because you have to keep the feelings of other women. Suddenly his heart throbbed pain, his crying never subsided, even more so. Even ignoring the handkerchief of the man.
"Yes Allah .. forgive me, has been presumptuous to penetrate sin, again and again," he murmured, pulling the woman's body into his arms.
Tears were spilled on the cheeks of his handsome, no matter what kind of response, his instincts moved quickly to bring his ex-wife's body into his arms. Unexpectedly, when replying to the embrace was so tight, the cry grew weaker, changing sobbing. The bisma herself who was so longed to feel caliph, enjoyed that rare embrace and held it so tightly.
"I'm sorry, If, please don't cry anymore." The woman bothered in the chest of her field while petite.
"I'm the one who's sorry, Bim," he said.
The bisma that was still in fashion somehow, was clearly confused. Tumben-tumbenan ex-wife apologized, probably regretted not answering her phone.
"Other times, please don't hide anything about Razik from me?" Bisma unraveled the hug, but not with Nabila, the woman even still locked the man's body with
hand links.
"Even so, later others misunderstand seeing this," he said feeling confused.
"You have so guarded the feelings of a woman, so fortunate that she has now driven me out of your heart" he said, letting go of the embrace.
Bisma frowned, but the next second she became understanding.
"Tell me, are you jealous?" tanyanya was a little hopeful.
When frowning, throw your face in the other direction with heated cheeks.
How can someone who hates him be jealous, impossible.
"So, guys aren't sensitive!" dumelnya back ketus.
The woman said to go, but Bhishma's hand restrained her, blocking the woman's arm. His smart brain is still too lola digesting the PMS animal.
"Why?" ask her again with a sweeping glance.
"Don't sign language, I really don't know everything that's causing you to cry, and think like that. Just tell me which part should I fix?" he still faithfully blocked his arm.
When mendes@h slowly, her ex-husband is insensitive or does not know the truth. Makes the hijab woman anxious herself.
"Yes I'm jealous, why? Can't I be jealous of Razik's father?" Finally, when I say that.
The man smiled, not expecting his ex-wife to make such an extreme confession. Yes, for Bhishma it is quite extreme and surprising, even almost unbelievable.
Of jealousy? It is not only jealous people who have love in them. Did Nabila keep that taste to the man. The bisma was busy wondering in her heart.
"Don't geer just yet" his chirps made the smile instantly vanish from his handsome face.
"My hunting is expensive only for single men, not clinging to the hearts of any other woman" he continued in a flat tone.
Bhishma wanted to prance for pleasure, but fearing disappointment, the man responded quite calmly.
"That's the meaning---" The speech was interrupted because Bu Rima called out.
"When! Razik's awake, son, he's looking for you" he exclaimed, drawing the woman closer.
"Yes Bun, I'm going there now."
"Let's talk again, pity Razik looking for you."
"It's over, Bun, there's nothing to talk about anymore" the woman replied. They followed with Bhishma trailing behind him.
His face is no longer moping, probably because of the statement Bila enough to make himself geer. Jealoused ex-wife fun too. The man's mind was smiling.
When directly approaching the bed, Razik is being pacified by Dad with small talk about toys. This one grandpa is really smart, it seems like Razik is interested in listening. Although still distracted by the arrival of Bila.
"Unfortunately, Mother is awake. Don't fuss, dear Mother, here" she said, hugging her son in bed. The bisma beside him cradled.
"Hallo is good at Dad, get well soon, tomorrow play again, have promised 'will follow Dad to seaworld," he said confidently.
"You promise me what my son is?" tanyanya glanced at the man next to her who had a calm face earlier.
"Our son when," he's fast.
"Hmm .. Want a vacation with Dad, huh? Mommy can't come?" When the words make the person in the room catch another sentence.
"Will Razik's parents come?" Bisma asked back.
I could reverse that question. Not even invited Bisma asked back. Of course the woman glanced in annoyance, who glimpsed with a faint smile.
While the little boy was just nodding in his mother's cradle.
"Father and Mother just go home, let me take care of Razik," said Bisma interrupted.
Bu Rima and Mr. Rama came home in the afternoon. Feeling relieved when not alone anymore to take care of Razik.
"From lunch you haven't eaten, I'm going out to eat, what are you going to eat?" ask Bisma after maghrib prayer.
"What, just don't eat the liver?" ngasal reply.
"Astaghfirullah ... If," he reprimanded while eroding the distance.
