The Light for Mr. Bhishma

Your sweet nagging

Oma returns from Jinan's home. He was silent when he saw the house in a mess. The lights are not turned on even though it is almost night, the windows and doors are not closed as they should be. He immediately remembered Bhishma, and ran to look for his favorite grandson. On the sofa, at the dining table that was also so messy. Until finally the search ended into the room, and Bhishma was sitting in her chair staring at the window with all the darkness she could not feel. For without any lights, it is dark for Bhishma today.

"Oma, are you home?" bisma asked, who heard footsteps and smelled the scent of the body of the middle-aged woman who had been taking care of her all this time. 

"God... Bisma!! Why is it like this, son? Nining where? why are you alone, baby?" Oma screeched hysterically looking at the plastered state before her eyes. It was painful for him, when Bhishma was in such an unmanageable state. 

"Nining go. But, it wasn't Bhishma who fired him this time. And go alone" replied Bhishma, according to the reality. Bik Is immediately followed up, leaving all the chaos below. He focused on calming down Oma who was so shocked at this moment.

"Bisma's okay. Sorry if it makes the house look messy and dark. Hhh, Bhishma can't even help even if it's just turning on the lights of this house. Is Oma worried?" he said with a smile on his lips.

Plaaac! Oma immediately hit Bisma. Made him grimace and laugh out loud. Moreover, when the oma began to nag with a characteristic that he always liked all this time.

"Why not call Oma? Why choose to be alone at home? Fortunately you have nothing to do. Especially if there are stray robbers coming in and... And hurt you, Bismaaaa!" Oma then hired her favorite grandson, so that Bisma increasingly tightened her laughter happily immeasurably.

All over to the audible worry, makes Bhishma feel at peace with all the attention that is available.

"At the end of the day, Daksha comes home. We had dinner together." said Oma, rubbing Bisma's shoulders gently, then left her dead.

This afternoon, Bisma tried to bathe himself even though he had to continue to feel until he reached the bathroom. Groped everything He needed such as a toothbrush and soap that He had to wear. He was even stung by the wrong hot water he swiveled from his shower. Makes her shoulders flushed a little. Fortunately, it did not blister, until Oma again hysterical because of her behavior this time.

In repeated solitude. Again, Bhishma remembered Akia. The girl's nagging sounded so melodious in her ears that she could not forget. Want to immediately contact Daksa to ask again, but Bisma postponed it.

"He's busy. In a moment, I will definitely go home and have a chance to ask." murmured Bhishma. He canceled looking for the cellphone that Nining put in bed, and chose to remain in his place at this time. Waiting for his best friend to come back to fight for his love.

"Uhuk! Huhuuuk, uhuuuk! Haish, another guy diem. It can choke until it coughs like this. Where all the tears come out." raved Kia.

She who had just finished her bath was sitting in front of the dressing table and tidying herself up at this time. But his mood seemed devastated, when he had to cough with pressure that hurt his lower chest. Tears came out, and he hated it.