Bride Shadow

Wrong hug

Mitha was sitting on the side of the bed her brother had appointed. Baby doll suit shaund the sheep motif of his favorite of course makes Eagle uncomfortable. Girls like a married gaban, still like the cartoon character with the white sheep symbol. So fiancee.

"You can stay in this room, but don't touch my things. One more thing.don't interfere in my business." said the Eagle loudly until Mitha covered her ears. He's not deaf, so what's the Eagle talking so hard for?

"You know what not?"

"yes. I know brother."

"Everything I did to you was a charade for mama. So don't think I like or accept you. It will never happen." said the Eagle again.

"yes. I know brother."

"Good." And along with that the phone reads.

"Yes yank...." The eagle inched down from its king and towards the balcony. Apparently he didn't want Mitha to hear his talk . Yank?? It must be Sindy. Mitha had heard her husband mention the call to Sindy twice. Ahhe.. Why did his eyes suddenly heat up?

The tears fell as well. This is what it feels like to be a neglected wife. But anyway he had to be sincere for his mother. At least let the sincere and kind woman feel happy until the time comes. Later if indeed God does not give him a long life again and take it, then that's when he will release the Eagle with similar omniscience. Slowly, Mitha pulled the blanket to the neck. A pair of handsets is installed neatly in his ears, making his mood a little calm with a high voice typical of the legendary band vocalist he likes.

'Don't *sick on kulagi, though,

maybe I can go*

*go away forever

And probably won't come back*...

(emotional love songs)

And Mitha was made to fall asleep and fall asleep in a while. Tired, tired and heavy and burdened thoughts really make him depressed. Sleep is the first solution because sleep can relax the mind and body.

A hand removes the handset in his ears one by one and then keeps his phone on the nightstand. The hand also confirmed the location of his blanket that was about to fall. The last thing she did was to rub Mitha's head over her head affectionately before lying quietly by her side with her eyes fixedly staring straight at her beautiful face.

Early in the morning Mitha felt a heavy object encircle her stomach. Something warm and comfortable. He opened his eyes to see what was there. Handed. When he turned around, his eyes were puffed up. The sleeping eagle faces towards him with a position of hugging him from behind. His regular breathing indicates that the man is still asleep.

A handsome face that is shaded by a pair of thick eyebrows that are deep black in harmony with the color of his eyeballs when awake. The sharp nose, thin lips are tempting, also a sturdy jaw makes it worthy of being called very handsome. Is it wrong that since childhood Mitha admired him? he often even secretly peeked at the Eagle leaving or going home from school, because it was only then that the older brother came out of his room. The rest, Eagle will spend time in school and various organizations that he routinely follows. Home for him is just a place to sleep and stop for a while.

Mitha let out a short sigh, her tiny hand trying to move the large hand of the Eagle that was still perfectly circular on her slender body. As powerful as possible, but still unsuccessful as well until he saw the movement of the Eagle's body. Quickly, Mitha closed her eyes. Pretend sleep. Almost had his heart dislodged when his mattress moved strong. With the bit of courage she still had, Mitha had her eyes fixed looking around. A little relieved he felt as he saw the Eagle again curled up in his thick blanket and hugging his roll tightly.

"Sister may be the wrong hug." muttered Mitha lirih. She knew, The eagle couldn't have purposely hugged her. Her husband and sister hated her.

Mitha rushed into the bathroom. The dawn prayer is already reverberating, he must immediately pray at dawn and then cook for breakfast. One of their housemaids was allowed to go home, while the other was only in charge of cleaning and tidying up the house. After all, there were or were no servants, their families always cooked by themselves. That was what made Mitha feel like it was not a strange thing to be in the kitchen. Since childhood, my mother taught me many things. Starting from cooking, washing clothes, ironing to various ethics of the upper class. Her mother also taught her to be polite to anyone including her housemaids. They helped ease her employer's work. It is appropriate that they are treated as well as their own family.

The eagle woke up when Mitha had already finished her final design. Without a word, the man went into the bathroom. With Mitha? the girl decided to go down to the kitchen.

In just less than an hour, Mitha had already finished her cooking. The morning menu is much simpler. This time he made a special chicken porridge favorite of his papa mama. She arranged the dinner table, prepared coffee for her father and husband, warm milk for her mother and sweet tea for herself.

"I want to talk." Spontaneous Mitha turned towards the stairs, where the Eagle was standing to call her. The handsome man immediately went up to his room followed by Mitha.

"What's up, brother?" Eagles cross, trying to dispel the cold that hit.

"I want you to stop working." ketus. There is no tone of asking or pleading, there is only an order that must be obeyed.

"We've talked about it, haven't we? and my sister knew the answer."

"You don't want to?"

"I have no reason to stop sister."

"Mama. He needs you." he said flatly. The black eyeball was tightly shut, reminding Mitha of her handsome face upon waking up after the hug incident earlier this morning.

"But mama has allowed me to work." elak Mitha. Maria and Abi never forbade him from doing anything positive. Working anything is not taboo for them. The couple deliberately let Mitha enjoy her life.

"That was. Mom needs you more."

"There's a sister in this house too?" and the Eagle's face suddenly hardened to hear Mitha's reply which seemed to refute her.

"Well if you don't want to."