Bride Shadow

Lagi

"I'll sleep first. If you're hungry then order some food" said the eagle, who began to lay his body on the sizable hotel bed. His hands stretched out and put his cell phone on a small table beside the bed. For a moment his gaze turned to Mitha who had just walked out of the bathroom.

The shirt ... his t-shirt that looks dirty on his wife's body. The eagle was about to avert his gaze while the corner of his eye caught Mitha's smooth thigh clearly plastered in front of him. The woman looks uncomfortable and continues to hold the tip of her shirt which is only able to cover half her thigh. Mitha looks shivering. His head was cackling about scanning the AC remote.

"Mas, can you lower the temperature?" the door with a vibrating voice. The eagle immediately grabbed the remote beside him, shutting down the AC immediately. The air is very cold outside. AC will only aggravate the cold in the room.

"Where are you going?" the Eagle asked as soon as Mitha passed their bed.

"Kesana." answered Mitha while sitting on a small sofa that only fit two people there. The eagle scrunched his forehead.

"I'm here because I want you to rest."

"Say you want to sleep, why not take care of me anyway?" ketus Mitha. What does her husband expect of her? that she would share a bed with him after addressing him as a low, cheap and humiliating woman? A narrow mind. Mitha immediately called the receptionist and ordered an extra blanket to her room. Better to sleep on this couch than lose self-esteem.

"What's the blanket for? It's already very thick. If you're cold then you stay here and cover your body."

There's no answer. Mitha was more silent as if ignoring the words of the Eagle until the door was knocked from the outside. Of course Mitha spontaneously ran to open it. A young man who was a room boy stood there, commenting on his friendly smile.

"Good afternoon, miss. Here's your order blanket" he said politely. Mitha immediately accepted it forgetting that she was not wearing a subordinate. The room boy's eyes looked at him strangely.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"hmmm.no, thanks."

"My name is Gio. Maybe we can meet next time" he stretched out his hand. Inevitably Mitha accepted the helping hand.

"I'm Paramitha. Sorry me..."

"Darling hurry in. I'm waiting for you." cut the Eagle in a contrived voice. Almost Mitha was suffocated in shock when her husband appeared bare-chested, showing off his sickpack stomach and field chest. What did the Eagle do? wasn't he fully dressed? why take off clothes in this ice cold air? gio's eyes stared hard at him. It was obvious that a young man of Mitha's age was disappointed.

"Then excuse me, miss" he said and quickly stepped away. Mitha also immediately closed the door of the room, walking smoothly past the Eagle.

"Looly women are different, right? this cold can still tempt other men, roomboy anyway. Tastes were well..arguably low." Eagle quipped Mitha's heart and feelings. Again the young woman chose silence. He focused more on laying down his body and then spread out a blanket to protect his body from the cold weather.

"Is that how you used to be hmmm? tell me they can't satisfy you in bed until you keep looking for someone who can do it?" the Eagle is braver. Somehow he could say that barrage of spicy sentences from his lips. Mitha turned her body back to the Eagle. Bite her trembling lower lip. His heart felt seethed.

"This is what mommy dad-in-law says? if this is called a dream, then all men are better off marrying widows, right? her status was clear and certainly did not disappoint her husband than the one who claimed to be a girl but felt widowed." The eagle smiled sinisterly and then laid his body back. His body felt tired due to his long journey, his eyes were also heavy with a cocky feeling that was suddenly present in his mind.

Mitha uncovered her blanket for a while after feeling no movement around her. His feet are on the floor. He caught a glimpse of the bed, the place where the Eagle was fast asleep. He went into the bathroom, changed his clothes with his own. It's okay not to wash. He just needs to wear it for a while. He grabbed his little bag and went out. His long steps carried his body up to the elevator to the ground floor.

"Can I get a taxi as soon as possible?" he asked softly at the receptionist who had received his arrival with the Eagle. Of course the woman was surprised. Surely he was busy speculating with various conjectures in his head cavity, yet he quickly gained control of himself and hurriedly nodded politely Mitha who smiled kindly at him.

"For what purpose, miss?"

"Jakarta." said Mitha Short. He could have booked a taxi online, but when it was raining like this he couldn't risk it. Not as fast as it is, but it will be safer if he uses the hotel service to get a taxi that takes him.

Two hours walking through the rain. There was no sound from either the driver or the passenger. They are both silent. Maybe the driver knows himself enough when he sees the passenger's face looks moody from the windshield. Yeah right, Mitha was daydreaming more back then.

"Which way are we going?" ask the driver while looking at the passengers. They have come a long way to Jakarta. Mitha looked at the street.

"Jalan Setiabudi gang 5 sir" he replied quickly. The driver immediately drove his vehicle according to the address given by Mitha, stopping in front of a fairly large house with a large and beautiful courtyard. Mitha got down and walked slowly there.

"Mitha!!!" pekik Gea was shocked. The girl in the shape of a polwan hugged him and took him inside the house.

"You...all right?" asked Gea doubtfully. Mitha's face had already shown it without her asking or getting an answer.

"What..pak Eagle causes it? you..argument???" gea was really not happy when she asked. Mitha just nodded faintly.

"Can I stay here Ge?" mitha asked with a trembling voice. Eyes glazed. Gea hurriedly hugged him.

"I was very sad Ge.." said Mitha tearfully.

"Yes.yes..stay here. Do you want to be in my room or in the guest room?"

"Can you leave me alone Ge? I'm...."

"Sure Mith..certain." said Gea quickly. He immediately took his best friend to the guest room. His heart ached hearing Mitha's cry.

"Rest, calm yourself. It's hot tea for you. If you're hungry or need something just call me okay?" He said before closing the door.

"It turns out marriage is complicated. I think I should think again to get married later." he muttered as he headed to his own room. At eight o'clock in the evening, Gea decided to head to the living room. It feels like watching tv is more interesting than sleeping in the afternoon like now.

An hour later, the bell rang.

"Lho.kok mom is back again. Said he was going to stay at Aunt Alya's house for two days." Gea Gerrutu. Since this afternoon his mother did say she wanted to stay at his aunt's house because tomorrow will hold a celebration.

"Sir..ngapain..hah..pak..pak Eagle." hissing Gea still amazed. It was the Eagle who knocked on the door of his house at night like now.

"Is my wife here? can you call him or let me in?" The worried face of the Eagle made a big question mark on Gea.

"Gea don't think about lying because according to the taxi that drove my wife, she dropped Mitha down here" said the repressive Eagle.

"I.iya sir.but maybe Mitha is asleep sir. Be..tomorrow you come here again." reply Gea stammered. The shock and distress made him a sudden fool.

"alright. But let me stay here too Ge."

"But sir....."

"I promise not to make a fuss." said the Eagle, leaving Gea speechless.