
"Because he's your husband mith, he should have visited your parents' graves and said hello to the man who raised him. Eagles owe a lot to your parents." said Abi. Mitha flanged faintly.
"There is no debt of gratitude between the parent and the child. My parents only raised Brother Eagle for three years, but my father and mother have nurtured, educated and guided me until now. My whole life will not be enough to repay your kindness." again and again Paramitha's tears shed. His voice was almost stuck in his throat. His feelings are very mixed now. More claustrophobic self-dominantly imagines how lucky he is to be raised lovingly by the Abimana family. The mother, even still very attentive to herself, also made her promise to her biological mother by forcing her son to accept the agreement by marrying her. From his point of view, it was the Eagle who was greatly harmed by the treaty.
Now he knows why the Eagle hates him so much. Weight does take everything. Even if he was in the position of the Eagle at the moment, then he would do the same.
"Mith, the Eagle just needs time. You have to be patient with it. Papa is sure one day he will be able to accept you, accept your marriage." comfort Abi for seeing the fog in her daughter's eyes that thickens. The cloud was about to turn drizzle.
"We're just shadow brides, pa. Our job is to make all of you dream come true." Mitha's voice shook withstanding the pain in the corner of her heart. Being like the shadow of both their parents would not be as easy as they wanted. He and the Eagle live in endless misunderstandings that can somehow reveal the truth. The eagle always considered him an illegitimate child as a result of papa Abi's affair with the woman out there because the papa who brought him to this house without explanation. They just wanted little Mitha to assume everything in the house was her siblings and biological parents. Misunderstanding is not entirely the fault of the Eagle. But blaming papa Abi and mama Maria is also not a thing to do. They remain the best parents who want happiness for their daughter's son.
"Don't say anything in front of Mama Mith. Poor Mary." Without being reminded Mitha knew what she should and should not do. But that's Abi, in his view both Mitha and Eagle is still his little boy who must be advised at all times. Cages of excessive affection will also make children not independent.
"Mitha tau pa. Mitha also didn't want mama to think much."
"Good." said Abi later.
"About my mother's request.about the marriage.." doubt again struck Mitha who again hung her sentence. Abi looked at the ceiling of the room with a glaring look.
"You know, son, your mama's happiness is mine too. I always grant her whatever she asks even the hardest."
"That means papa agrees?" mitha asked carefully. He did not want to deny the feelings of his father who might also be destroyed like him.
"Anything for Mary's happiness. I'll do it even if I know.I can't love any woman other than your mama." And those jet-black eyeballs are watery. Abi cried without a sound. Only God knows how broken his heart was.
"Prophe pa." comfort Mitha short. The beautiful white girl no longer knew what to say. Both of them are equally troubled.
"Like the papa who always prays for you to be strong and strong face the attitude of the Eagle, the son of papa..."
"I will also wish you all the best for you and your mom."
"I still hope that Mary will be healed so that all her silly requests are gone." this time a forced laugh came out of Abi's lips. Sounds weird and funny.
"Do we need to go to the park again? Looks like papa hasn't had my tea yet." Mitha recalled to her papa. He had to change the subject immediately this time, so that Abi could calm down a little. Abi nodded and followed Mitha to the park. Without them knowing, a well-built man listened to their conversation from behind the half-open door of the toilet. The man scooped his face rough.
Mitha had just made sure her mother had eaten and taken her medicine before Abi brought her into the main room on the first floor. He who was a little tired wanted to go into his room, do college work and then sleep.
A knock was heard on the door, and without waiting for the answer, the door opened.
"Sister!" mitha's heavy eyes became wide-eyed. In front of him, the Eagle dressed in home clothes stood cross-legged on his chest.
"It's late, get some sleep!" he said with a commanding tone. Mitha immediately closed her laptop and tidied it up then went back to lying down and pulled the blanket. Actually he is not a child who has to sleep so many hours, but he does not want to make a fuss by opposing the Eagle. It was better to pretend to sleep for that strange husband to leave.
"Who told you to sleep there?"
Deg ....
Mitha looked questioningly at the Eagle who remained in his position complete with a cynical smile.
"What does brother mean?"
"you're my wife. Your duty is to sleep in my room. I don't want you to suspect."
"Mama wouldn't know if nobody told you. I'll wake up early in the morning before the others wake up."
"oewhhh so? what about papa?"
"Papa?? he already knows everything. Isn't it papa who told us to play brother? So I don't think there's any more problems." Mitha goosebumps realizing the glare of the sharp Eagle's eyes towards her. His sister did not seem to like it.
"How about cctv? mama's not a fool." Yep..Mitha knew and knew very well that their papa mama had installed a cctv in front of her second room since the beginning of the wedding.
"About that.....,"
"Then what about God? You want to play with God-witnessed marriages, too? Quickly to my room Paramitha princess pratama abimana." Mitha was still glued to her bed with millions of thoughts still wandering. This was the first time he mentioned his entire full name smoothly and without burden.
"But sister." Mitha almost shouted if the Eagle did not close his tiny lips tightly with his big hand. With a single move, he raised Mitha's body over her shoulder like he was carrying a sack of rice, ignoring the protests and the punch of Mitha on his back that did not hurt him at all.
"Shut up and sleep.!" exclaiming Eagle while putting the body of the wife in her bed. Far from soft words.