Bride Shadow

Cat

"Where have you been!!" snapped Eagle when Mitha locked the door. Mitha almost jumped in shock because of it. The strange husband stood leaning against a large pillar while cross-sectioned, looking at him very sharply.

"That's.me..." Mitha who was surprised of course turned stuttering because she did not expect that the Eagle was already at home, but this was still at 3 pm. He and Gea engaged in a fun conversation and took a short walk to take off the burden that befell him until he forgot a little time. He also misses getting together or going down the road with Gea.

"Don't be because papa's mom isn't home and then you can act as you please." the Eagle's circus again, making Mitha just speechless.

"Sorry." she replied short. Replied free. Not that the problem ends that there is even his fierce brother will increasingly be reprimanding him.

"Jawab. Where'd you?" push the Eagle again.

"I'm going to school, see Gea."

"Don't I ban you from that school?"

"Sister just forbid me to teach, not school. What would be wrong if I went to school? It was better than me interrupting sister's breakfast with Sindy's yank." Mitha said spicyly.

"Are you jealous of us?"

"What's? jealous? what's brother for?" asked Mitha cynically. Jealous or not it's not Eagle's business.

"Thank God. So you don't have to prepare your heart to see us walk or when I'm staying at her house." There was a pain in the corner of Mitha's heart. If he said no jealousy, neither should the Eagle say that hurtful thing? The street? staying over? is that how free they are? but what does it matter?

"Please, brother. I have no taste in om-om anyway." said Mitha as she passed into her own room. No papa mom at home, right? So she can sleep freely anywhere without being disturbed by the annoying sister labeled the husband. Time me timeeeee🤗🤗<TAG1>

The eagle clenched his hands in annoyance. Truly immoral wife. How dare Mitha call it om-om in her thirties like now. Om-om from where? he still looks even younger at his age, handsome and don't say anything other than this.

"I'll make you sorry. You strange girl." he muttered full of annoyance.

Night came when Mitha felt very hungry. Since this afternoon he was just in his room, watching his favorite drakor or just texting in his tiger trio chat group. Only occasionally did he glance at the campus group that went back and forth sounding due to some announcements. Today the mood of the lecture is being ruined. Especially the moments of the thesis as it is now...Mitha in saturation point.

The smell of cooking arouses his appetite to go down to the kitchen. Must be delicious. Tumben-tumbenan bik Ijah cooking startinian. Usually the mother who makes the kitchen emit this aroma.

"Waaahh. Hmmm.bibik just know I'm hungry again." cheers happy when he saw a steak that still raises smoke, delicious.

"You want what you?!" The eagle who had just cleaned his cooking marks snapped loudly when he saw Mitha had grabbed his steak.

"Eat." replied Mitha with a surprised face. Because he was too focused on food, he did not look around. The eagle also escaped from his sight.

Mitha walked languidly to the kitchen shelf, looking for something there, also opened the refrigerator, but there was nothing there. He will call Ijah's bik when the Eagle has made him fixated.

"Bik Ijah again returned home. Bik Mun is waiting for his son in the hospital. Don't spoil! this is what she says your dream wife's mom? tunya fell asleep not thinking of having a husband too. At best is just a pinter looking for face to be betrothed to his son. Afraid of being kicked out of the house." taunted the Eagle with his annoying face. Mitha just let out a long breath. It was common for him to listen to the scathing talk of an eagle. He was already immune because of it.

Without saying much, he picked up the chicken and seasoned it and fried it. His hands also skillfully picked up other ingredients and made tomato chili on his favorite little cobek. Mitha is not the fussy type of food. Actually, it's not that he can't make steak like an eagle, but he has no taste in eating it. Eneg look at the face of the Eagle.

Mitha sat at the end of the dining table, taking distance from the Eagle. She brought her little rips to the table after puffing her chicken and perfected the look with her cut of cucumber and milk lettuce.

The eagle stared at the food in front of Mitha. The fried chicken looks really good with its yellowish seasoning and appetizing aroma. Moreover, sambalnya.dia miss sambal made by her mother who certainly never made at home opanya who only know western cuisine. In her heart she prayed that Mitha would not spend it.

Mitha's phone rang when she had just eaten some mouthfuls. His chicken cut was even twice he brushed the edges. He glanced at the identity of the caller. Zahras. Hurry up he washed his hands and opened the side door, to the park bench and sit down to call Zahra who will certainly tell her the exciting experience after sending some photos of herself with her ops assistant shopping for kitchen needs in the mall.

Fifteen minutes.Almost fifteen minutes Eagle waited for Mitha to stop talking on the phone, but the results were in vain. Women are so when they meet their fellow gossip. Don't know the time. Even eat until they are left. Like I don't have any other time.

But speaking of eating, the Eagle remembered his initial intention of tasting Mitha's food. He rushed to wash the dishes of his steak then took the chicken pieces and put them on the red blushing sauce.

"Why does it taste so ...hmmm..delicious." he muttered as he took it again and again until it was gone. It feels so good to his tongue. Although it looks red, Mitha's sambal is not as shadowy as her. There is a savory and sweet taste that is mixed into a concoction that fits in the tongue. The eagle immediately returned to his seat and pretended to enjoy his coffee as Mitha ended her chat.

"Hey...Where is my chicken?? How lost??" screech while checking the plate to see under the table.

"Sister ate it?" sadistic allegations. Light only. There's only an eagle there.

"Don't accuse me recklessly. The cat ate it." the Eagle said he didn't switch from his phone.

"Cats? there are no cats in this house. Brother don't make it up." Mitha protested annoyedly. How not to be upset, he was still very hungry.

"You don't see the side door open. Don't you remember if all our neighbors kept cats? wrong yourself to leave food."

"Cats don't like sambal sak."

"But she likes it." the Eagle insisted on her argument.

"I'm not sure."

"I said cat is cat! Don't complain as much as I'm the cat." growled the sharp eagle. Mitha was silent, free to continue. Without cleaning his plate he passed back to his room. Better to be hungry than to keep looking at that shitty Eagle.