Bride Shadow

Vim

Mitha's eyes are still visible even though she has been compressing it for a long time so that it is not so visible. Ever since the Eagle left his room last night, he had also chosen to go to his room. Crying all night for nothing. Lament fate? or blame yourself. Mitha chose to stay wrapped in her blanket even though it was seven in the morning. Aversion and sadness still dominated him.

A knock on the door made him lean to the head of the bed. Bik Sri came in after she told him to. The middle-aged woman only glanced at him at a glance, perhaps knowing that he was not okay.

"What's the bik?" mitha asked weakly.

"Mbak Gea is under non." Mitha's sad face gradually improved. He lifted his blanket and sat down.

"Have Gea get on the bike" he replied excitedly. Bik Sri is coming down. Surely Gea had contacted him earlier and Mitha only realized that her phone was left in the Eagle's room.

"Mith.." call Gea after knocking on her bedroom door.

"Ge...." Mitha's cry broke. Gea immediately approached and hugged him. Pat her back gently in silence. He knew Mitha was very sad.

"What's wrong?" tanyanya gently. With a soft and stammered voice as a result of the unwillingness to hold back her cries, the young lady told everything to Gea who was staring at her full of mist. Gea understood his best friend's feelings.

"Don't think too much about Mith. Life has to go. The past let it pass. If Mr. Eagle cannot accept your situation and does not want to believe in your honesty, do not need to be forced. You just focus on your own life. Sure enough, I will keep you company. You're not alone." Entertain Gea cheering his best friend. Seeing Mitha sad also made her heart ache.

"you..what's the matter here early in the morning?" mitha asked suddenly after a long time of silence and digested the words of the friend. Gea couldn't have come without a reason. He hadn't contacted her since yesterday either. There must be something important.

"Sir Bian told me to come here. Today I was transferred to your office. But if you're not okay, let me go there myself. Mr. Bian will guide me for a moment." Mitha only realized that she had a responsibility.

"Wait a minute. I'm coming with you to the office."

"Yes. I have to take care of my mother Ge's legacy. That's all I got."

"Good Mith. Don't be so drowning in sadness. You must rise." Mitha tried to laugh. He excitedly clenched his hands.

"Homepage!!" his screech was greeted with a giggle of Gea. Mitha rushed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, put on her formal suit, put natural makeup on her face so as not to look pale and excessively swollen and took her bag.

"We had breakfast in a normal place, Ge." he said enthusiastically. Gea's presence with her cherry disposition already made it seem even better.

Mitha's face froze as she passed the last rung of stairs. There was an eagle sitting at the dining table facing him. Today he also forgot his duty, preparing the needs of the Eagle also breakfast, even though this was late afternoon. The eagle should have left.

"Good morning sir." said Gea. The eagle just nodded, his gaze pointing at Mitha who just lowered her head without daring to look at her. The man's words last night still hurt him so much that he didn't want to just glance at him either. Mitha chose to walk first to the door. A forced move to look fine as it resists the pain in his groin. Gea hurriedly said goodbye and followed Mitha. Leaving the Eagle who was still staring at Mitha intensely. The translucent glass from the dining room to the front also makes him know when Mitha crispy sick when going up to the baton of Gea matic bike. His wife looked weak, but still forced herself. Something hurt in the corner of his heart. Was he too bad for her?

The eagle looked at the two women until it disappeared behind the gate. His burly hand quickly grabbed his phone, contacting someone.

"Yes sir." said someone there.

"Bi, stay in the office because today I'm going to my wife's office. Handel all the work and send me the report" he said firmly. There was a sense of unbearability when imagining Mitha why-not. The woman is still his wife. It's still his responsibility. Ahhh...talk about responsibility, is it really just a matter of responsibility?

"Okay sir." reply Bian across there.