Bride Shadow

Much talk

"yes." That's the only short answer that came out of Mary's pale lips. But do not be asked how sparkling the bluish eyes were when he looked at the Eagle who had wrapped his arms around Mitha's shoulder which of course was also shocked half to death because of the Eagle's treatment of her.

"Mama wants Mitha masakin what? Papa said, Mama likes Mitha's cooking?"

Is.deg....

This is the first time the Eagle has ever said his name. There were a dozen strange feelings on Paramitha's chest. I don't know what feeling is raging in his chest right now.

"If Mitha is not tired, mom wants to be made vegetable soup."

"Mitha is not tired. Bentar yes, Mitha masakin for mama." said Mitha while moving quickly from there. Leaving the Eagle's hand hanging in the air. The truth was, Mitha wanted to dodge the Eagle. Adjacent to him with such an unsafe distance would actually make his heart health abnormal. The treatment of the Eagle that changed suddenly also still made his heart beat irregular.

"I forgot this is just pretend." whispered Mitha quietly while cutting cabbage and cleaning carrots and some spices that will be used for cooking. Do not forget to peel potatoes to make parchment later. Abi's youngest daughter also took some chicken pieces in the refrigerator and fried them with a small fire. His hands also deftly make sambal.

Almost an hour later, Maria's vegetable soup was ready. Mitha immediately set it on the dining table. At first glance he glanced at the wall clock, already past dinner time indeed. And the dishes he made seemed ill-suited to the dinner menu. But for the sake of his mother, he is sure that Abi or his father will be willing to eat with the menu ngawur according to his mother's request. I don't know what about the eagle. That guy's hard to guess.

Abi pushed his wife's wheelchair and took a seat next to her. Mitha swiftly took the rice on the plate and poured vegetables in it, did not forget to take the side dish and then moved closer to her mother.

"Do you want Mitha to bribe you?" mitha bargain softly. Mary held her daughter's hand gently.

"Mama can be alone. Just serve your husband."

"Hmmm.great ma." and Mitha was forced to take a seat beside the Eagle without daring to look at him.

The eagle was still playing his phone with both hands resting on the table. Mitha was a little clumsy and misbehaved because of it. His father had finished taking his food, and he and the Eagle were left. The inner war raged again within him. Taken fear of wrong and the eagle does not want to eat it, not taken fear of his mother cuiga. All wrong. Not wanting to drag on in silence, Mitha ventured to pick up the plate and filled it with rice.

"Give a little sambal and add soy sauce." muttered the Eagle but still clearly heard in Mitha's ear which was only a few feet away from him. Mitha subconsciously looked at the Eagle at a glance. Flat. The face remained on the same expression. Soon she prepared at her husband's request and filled her plate.

A warm dinner with a variety of funny stories and laughs that intersperse it. There are no sad faces there. Everyone put on a happy face in front of Maria who also laughed many times because of it. Mitha immediately cleaned the table and served the family's favorite hot tea at the dinner table, accompanied family members to chat and gave Maria medicine to drink it immediately.

A few minutes later, Maria complained tired and wanted to rest. Papa Abi swiftly pushed his wheelchair into the room after saying goodbye to his children. The eagle had already walked upstairs to his room, leaving Mitha who was still washing the glasses despite being repeatedly barred by their housemaids.

Between fear and confusion, Mitha knocked on the door of the Eagle's room. A few beats, but no word. Slightly reckless, Mitha touched the door handle and pushed it. The door's not locked. Only the gurgling of water from the bathroom made him know that the Eagle was still bathing. And just as she was glued to her place, the beautiful white, pure marble-skinned girl stood still until the Eagle opened the bathroom door. Their eyes met, but quickly the man headed for his closet, took a change of clothes and then without hesitation changed clothes there, making Mitha close her eyes, embarrassed.

"Do you want to stand there?" asked the cold Eagle. Her husband was sitting on his bed.

"Sister.me." doubtful, that's what Mitha felt. Is it appropriate for a woman to ask permission to sleep in a man's room even if it's her husband?

"Sleep. It's night." replied the eagle. Did he really have no place in the Eagle's heart and told him to go to bed and get out of there?

"But me?"

"Otherwise?"

"sorry sister." and Mitha turned her body around, going back to her room.

"You want me to know if we don't get along?" that one sentence could already make Mitha pare her steps.

"Mom...didn't my sister tell me to sleep? I'm going to my room now."

"Did I say that? You don't see my bed even fit four people at once?"

"Sister mean?"

"Sleep over there and don't talk too much!" the Eagle pointed to his right side and pulled the blanket up to his chest.

"What brother...."

"Sleep and don't talk too much I said!"