Oh My Lecturer (Remake )
Chapters 97. Fira And Bisma 2

"Ehm... Sorry disturb". Said Fira to make a pair of creatures that look to be hugging it also broke his embrace.

Bisma who was surprised to hear Fira's voice poj directly turned her body and found Fira standing behind her by folding both arms of her hands on her chest while looking cynical to Bisma who immediately pushed slow down the body of the girl wearing peach-colored kebaya, but the girl with peach actually wants to re-embrace the arm of Bhishma, but directly on the edge by Bisma.

"You've reached Deck". Fira smiled slightly when Bhishma left the girl and approached her, with a worried look because he saw the cold and jutek expression Fira now adorned the beautiful face of teenage girls who wore colored kebaya in line with batik in Bisma.

"Stop". Bhishma's steps immediately came to a halt when Fira stretched out in front of her palms as Bhishma stayed a few more steps before her.

"Mama, Papa and the others nyariin Brother, do not know his brother even cool here". Said Fira while smiling thinly and staring lazily at Bisma while holding back her tightness.

Bisma was speechless as Fira called her Big Brother instead of Mas as usual. Whereas since childhood Fira always called him Mas, and for Bhishma the call of Mas was his favorite call, his call, because only Fira is allowed to call Mas in addition to the nuclear family and the friends of Papa and Mama.

"Dec". Call Bisma slowly. Fira sighed softly.

"I go first, don't forget to the other hall already waiting for Brother there". Fira then stepped foot leaving Bisma and the girl Fira knew named Fahira, Bisma's classmate who liked Bhishma since the 10th grade.

Fahira approaches Bisma, but Bhishma runs after Fira.

"Dengerin Mas first". Bisma grabbed Fira's right wrist until the girl who had just graduated Junior High stopped her steps.

Fira brushed off Bhishma's hand in annoyance and stood face to face with Bhishma.

"You want me to hear what?" Bisma sighed softly then grabbed both of Fira's shoulders and held her tightly forcing the beautiful teenager to face her.

"What the hell, Kak, pelein". Said Fira trying to release the handle of Bisma on her shoulder.

"Dengerin Mas first, then Mas freelance". Bisma said firmly.

"No one needs Sister Bhishma to explain to me. We have no relationship what is this, right?. So want Sister Bisma to hug or do other things too, no business is the same I". Bhishma finally let go of his handrails on both clothes Fira when the beautiful girl finished speaking, even though it turns out she had to feel pain for her own words.

"Anything in the least is never on your mind?". Bisma asked staring in both of Fira's eyes.

As much as possible the sweet girl covered her current feelings, with a smile that adorned her face.

"Does Brother think that at this age I can already understand the meaning of a feeling?". Bisma smiled bitterly at Fira's question.

There was nothing wrong with what Fira said. It should have been at his age Fira did not think of a feeling related to love and others.

"At least do not just be able to draw conclusions by just looking without hearing the explanation first". Bisma also stepped her feet leaving Fira who preferred to be silent staring at the departure of Bisma.

The girl sighed then squatted her body and covered her face with both her horns.

His body trembled little to hold his cry, until the little cry was held back when a gentle stroke on his head made him come to raise his head towards the sucker.

The two Netra Fira stared softly at the figure who was now crouching before her.

"Don't cry, I can't see you sad let alone cry". Bisma gently wiped away the tears that soaked Fira's smooth cheeks.

"Sorry, if all this time Mas always forced to always be near You, so You become uncomfortable with the existence of Mas.Sorry that Mas has made You feel hurt at an early age. But Mas hopes that someday you can repay Mas's feelings towards you since you were born. Allow Mas to stay near you, until your own heart will choose to be with or leave Mas later".

Bisma rounded her eyes, when Fira suddenly hit her crouching body, even Bhishma had to fall down sitting while catching the body of Fira who had now buried her face in the chest of Bhishma.

"sorry". Bisma gently rubbed the shoots of Fira many times, until the girl stopped her small cries.

"Will I wait a few more years?". Ask Fira who has now broken her embrace with Bhishma.

"Mas has been waiting for you for 14 years, there is nothing wrong if you have to wait a few more years. But..". The bisma hanging her words made Fira frown her forehead.

"During the wait, I want you to belong to Mas". Fira's eyes were rounded, when suddenly a ring of Bhishma escaped in the sweet fingers of Fira's right hand.

"This is the name of coercion". Fira protests but does not release the ring embedded by Bhishma.

"Say Dad and Papa the real man will not invite a courtship, but immediately invite marriage. Well related You are still not old enough Mas has asked permission to mark you as belonging to Mas". Fira pursed her lips upon hearing Bhishma's words.

Bisma also rose from her position to stand and thrust her right hand to Fira who was immediately welcomed by Fira.

"Don't be naughty, take care of your heart, because from this moment onwards you belong to Mas, and Mas is also already yours". Bisma said to make Fira's face blush.

"What the hell. I'm hunting, the others will be coming". Bisma chuckled lightly as Fira patted her on the shoulder while pushing her body to walk.

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