Bride Shadow

Massage

"We have to leave this crazy thing behind."

"Do you have to?" ask Mitha gamang.

"Should! Do you know how much papa loves mom? Do you know how tormented your best friend is if you know your mama used him to get him to marry a papa who might forever live in the shadow of his wife? We have to prevent it. Either your friend or your father deserves to be happy with his way." Mitha. This was the first time the Eagle had said at length to her. After many years of being a sister and now his wife. Isn't that something to celebrate? It's okay if he keeps his face judes and cold.

"But mama...."

"Mama? where is there a woman who wants to be combined? Even though I'm dying, I'm sure you're not willing to marry another woman. Mama's only worried about papa's fate after his departure."

"What's sister's plan?" this time Mitha softened. Everything the Eagle said was true. Her mother is two lovebirds who are reluctant to be separated since dating. Maria even chose to leave the luxury of her family and was removed from her opanya family heirs list for running away from home and marrying Abi. Now, fate will separate them.

"Tell everything on opa" said the Eagle firmly. He had absolutely no other choice now. He's the only one who knows if his opinion also loves his mother very much in spite of the tragedy of eloping by her mother in the past.

"But papa??"

"Let's talk to papa." Mitha moved to tidy up the tie and shoes belonging to the Eagle who had just separated from his body and placed carelessly. Only the cold gaze of the Eagle accompanied his steps preparing a change of clothes for the husband. The rest he chose to go into the bathroom to clean himself up.

"Where are you going?" the low voice of the Eagle startled Mitha who was about to come out of their room.

"Look at mama."

"There is papa."

"enngg..I'm going to Zahra's room." continued Mitha looking for an excuse. The truth was that he did not want to linger with the Eagle in the room. Feeling uncomfortable. Especially with the cold attitude of the Eagle to him. He was afraid to get attention.

"Don't you hear mom telling her to rest?"

"But I want to go down brother!" Mitha kept trying to get away and relax a little bit out there.

"Stay here I say!" When can an eagle turn into a gentle and caring man? why is there only authoritarianism? Without answering Mitha closed the door back, undoing her intention to get out. She was tired enough to argue with her husband.

"Then do you want me to how?" mitha asked. Suddenly the Eagle approached her who was standing near the sofa with slow steps. Almost Mitha suffocated in shock when spontaneously the man in front of her took off the white shirt attached to her body.

"Ka...Brother ..what do you want?" this time Mitha was made to stutter out of whatever the cause was. Suddenly his body trembled and inched backwards. The eagle grinned towards him.

"Take a bite!"

"hey???"

"Take my teeth! didn't you hear that?" Mitha swallowed her saliva roughly.

"What do you think?" cynical Eagle while laying down his body to the bed with a prone position.

"What are you waiting for? ahh my God.my body is tired." cried the Eagle like a mutter. Mitha approached and positioned herself beside her husband. His hands trembled as he touched that sturdy, sturdy naked back. His hands became ice cold. This was his first experience in direct contact with a man.

"Did you eat less and have no energy?"

"hey??"

"I'm asking you. Seizuring alone was not felt at all." grumbled the Eagle while keeping his eyes closed. Mitha snorted annoyedly. He positioned himself better and began to massage with his strength. If it was mixed with groggy, now mixed with emotion.

"You want me to break a bone huh??!!" jolt the Eagle while glaring towards him. It turned out that Mitha's energy was strong as well. He thought a rich family girl like his wife would be weak about being physical because she never worked hard. One that Eagle forgot, Mitha was an diligent and reliable worker. Especially during the holiday season, the restaurant where he works requires extra energy because of the crowds of visitors.

Mitha took a deep breath. He lowered his strength and went back to massaging. I don't know how many times he encouraged himself to remain patient and strong against a stubborn Eagle. Smooth snoring sounds indicate if the Eagle is asleep. Mitha kept massaging the soles of her husband's feet as the Eagle's phone shook. Notification of incoming messages.

"Stop. Your massage sucks." I want it to feel like Mitha grabbed the hair of a Korean oppa in front of her. He wrenched in the heart. Her ice husband still dares to say if the massage sucks. Just suck until you fall asleep. The eagle got up from his sleep and grabbed his phone to contact the caller.

"Hay son, how are you?" ask someone across there in fluent English. The eagle also answered him very smoothly. Mitha only understood a few sentences if they spoke slowly, if quickly yes she gave up.

"Can opa see your wife?" mitha almost ran out of the room if the Eagle did not immediately pull her closer and face her on the camera.

" He's my wife opa, Paramitha." The old man's face across there crispened, he was thinking of something.

"You're a lot like someone." whispered slowly. Mitha immediately greeted the grandfather with her perfunctory language.

"You look happy" said the man. Yeah, a guy who looks a lot like Maria's mom. Surely he belongs to the most wanted men in his era.

"That's opa."

"When did you take your wife to the opa place?"

"Later if mama is healed." said the Eagle quickly.

"your mom? she sick??"

"yes." opa was instead made curious by her grandson's short answer. His face looks so fat.

"He ..what pain?"

"Lymph cancer." opa was stunned to hear Eagle's reply. His old face turned sad with a look of laughter.

Hearing the word cancer alone had horrified him. His wife, mother Maria, also died of cancer. He could not even get proper treatment because he was just an ordinary employee with minimal income at that time. Now his eldest daughter also fared the same as the wife he loved. No matter how much he hated Mary's past behavior, but he was still a father who loved his daughter very much.

"Is your mom okay now?" ask her with a trembling voice.

"Mama probably won't survive opa."