The Light for Mr. Bhishma

Holy hooch! I should what?

Bhishma broke them with a single speech that instantly made Jinan silent. Despite crying in the end, Jinan went into the room and closed the door with all her might until it sounded startling oma to stroke the chest.

"Jinan," said Oma. Kia immediately approached and calmed the oma with her remaining drinking water. The nearest, for fear of shock if not immediately given water.

"Oma, sorry." regretted Kia, who felt that it was the trigger for all the commotion.

"Of course, no papa. Kia get on, help Bhishma clean up this afternoon. Just waiting for time to have dinner together." In fact, Ima wanted to give intimate time to the two at this moment.

"Yes, Oma." nodded Kia. He grabbed Bhishma's hand and took her up to the room.

Although awkward and her chest rumbled, Kia tried to serve her husband well. He undressed the Bhishma one by one. And at that time we know, the body of Bisma is so athletic even though it looks thin. Kia took a sip of his salivation, trying to throw away the face of what he saw.

For what, he will see it every day from today.

"You, awkward?" ask Bisma. "If it's awkward or can't yet, let me shower myself. I, can."

"Mas... Can bisma? Sorry, kia just..."

"Yes, I can. Just get my clothes ready."

"Yes, mas. Sorry," nods Kia.

Bhishma walks towards the bathroom without being bumped or even slipping. There was no noise for falling objects, or a wrong touch and Bhishma was heard bathing neatly. Intrigued actually, to kia peek at Bhishma. Was it right to take a clean shower, or how. But he's holding it in the moment.

"Ntar is mistaken for mes sum." amused to imagine the action of Bhishma on him if it happened.

"Geez!" Kia reflex spoke when she saw the prowess of her matchless husband. And solar? Certainly passing is unmatched when compared to Bhishma.

"Kia?" call out to Bhishma, who begins to feel all directions in search of his wife. Because he's not holding a cane right now.

"Eh... Yes, mas, sorry." Kia immediately approached and grabbed a towel to wipe the wet Bhishma hair. Bisma lowered her head a little, knowing that Kia had a hard time grabbing her at this time.

It must be very sweet, when Bhishma can look at Kia's face in this position. They faced each other so closely, and Bhishma should have been able to look him in the eye. Curious too, with lips kia who always brushed and chatty when with him.

Bhishma's hand went up, touching Kia's shoulder. Raise directly to the jaw until touching the face of the warm kia felt in his cold hands. Touching his lips and rubbing a little there. Kia was instantly silent, and stopped moving with what Bhishma had done to her.

"Gosh, what am I supposed to do?" kia's mind rumbled so strongly. Moreover, as Bhishma's hand grabbed the nape of her neck and began to tighten their gazes.

Bisma's lips began to approach, getting more and more intense on Kia's lips at this moment. Unfortunately, Kia still dodged and seemed to be in doubt as to what Bhishma was doing to her.

"Why?"

"Mas, kia hasn't had a bath. Kia hasn't brushed her teeth, and...."

"Hhh, you are." Bhishma's smile looked so adorable. With Kia's outspoken attitude towards him. But he likes it, and that's what makes him like his wife.

Kia clasped Bhishma's hand and kissed her gently. To help her put on the clothes she had prepared.

Honestly, it feels like Kia cannot imagine at all what Bhishma will do to her, although inevitably it will still happen and Kia must be ready.