Bride Shadow

There's no him

A maid escorts Mitha to the Eagle's room on the second floor of Hans's grandfather's luxurious mansion. One floor under Richard's room and his mother who indeed inhabit the third floor. Mitha entered the spacious room in a masculine tone with black and gray paint that dominated the room so spacious for the size of a room. Really people. Even his room in Jakarta was only half of that room. His gaze was fixed on a suitcase near the entrance. Ahh.apparently she ignored him earlier.

Mitha approached the suitcase, pulled it close to the bed and opened it. He picked up a change of clothes and rushed into the bathroom. No more soaking events. Mitha chose to take a quick shower in order to get some rest. His head is beating dizzy.

"It's safe." muttered Mitha as she sat herself in the king-size bed in her husband's room. His body did feel crumpled because of the long journey they took without pause. He spread his legs, enjoying the splendor of the room with the aroma of fresh pine until again he landed his eyes on a small frame dismping nightstand. It turned out that he had ignored that thing too.

His hands shook slightly as he reached out to the rectangular box that framed the photo of the lovers who were hugging affectionately with a wide smile. Eagle and Sindi. They look happy with their winter background in England. Heart slashed. Even Sindy had already caught up with the Eagle to England either with the help of whose funds because Mitha knew enough if Sindy was not that rich to get to the prince Charles' country. There must be some eagle interference in it. Instantly his eyes watered.

The sound of footsteps approaching his room made him reflexively hide the photo. Stupid movements as he almost dropped it if it was unobstructed by the thick blanket covering half of his body. Nervousness still dominated as the door opened, displaying the figure of an Eagle who also looked just as tired as him.

"You haven't slept?" ask the Eagle then. The man focused more on his wardrobe than on staring at his silent wife, setting his heart. The man also did not wait for Mitha's answer before heading to the bathroom and disappearing behind the door.

"Sister must have been very tormented by this marriage. It wasn't me he expected to be next to him. If they still love each other.why not just be together? Why are me and Leo's brother among them?" muttered Mitha while kneading her temple which returned throbbing pain. She chose to immediately tilt her body, turn her back to the Eagle and try to sleep before her husband finished his bath even though he knew it would not be easy. Mitha will not be able to sleep in a state of mind and chest tightness as now.

All he heard next was the sound of the Eagle's footsteps deliberately turning off the room lights and replacing them with sleeping lights before climbing onto the bed and pulling his blanket. There was no more movement.

Mitha was still silent in her raging mind until a tear fell down again and again. The squeezing of the picture frame he had hidden inside his blanket was very strong as if to channel his pain. She could have been the legal wife of a narindra abimana eagle, but never had her heart. Again the story of Lady Diana loomed in his mind. She later gave birth to her husband's children, he still could not have his heart because the Eagle was like Prince Charles who loved Camila to age and made Diana despair and chose to retreat to keep her heart. First love is hard to separate.

.......fragr.......

Mitha almost screamed in shock as the sound rang out loud in the silence of the room. His hand was like it had been pierced by something and a warm liquid flowed through his skin, leaving a sharp pain to the ground he pulled his hand out.

''Ahhhh...Oh God!!!" mitha's reflexes turned her head as the baritone's voice boomed behind her body. The eagle who was still sitting and leaning on the head of the bed immediately turned on the big lamp and pulled Mitha's body to face him along with the sound of broken glass. The man immediately twisted his body at the origin of the sound. His eyes pushy when he found the picture frame that broke because of Mitha's sudden movement earlier.

"I'm sorry sister." great-granddaughter Mitha was afraid. His face paled for a moment. The eagle will definitely get angry because he broke his picture frame. He's resigned.

There is no lawfulness. The eagle also did not shout furiously as he expected. The man got up and opened the bottom drawer and took out the medicine box from there.

"Get your hand!" said governing. But there was absolutely no reaction from Mitha who still looked frightened rather than sad. The eagle sighed violently then grabbed the hand forcefully.

"i can do it myself, brother." The eagle did not respond. He focused more on cleaning the wound, dripping medicine and then sticking the wound cover.

"Don't be too sweet on me." whispered Mitha almost inaudibly. The eagle raised his face, staring at the woman.

"What did you say hemm??" Mitha simply lowered her head, again and again tears drenched her cheeks.

"What makes you think that? who told you to cry and.what was it? The sister? I don't like that call paramitha! is it because of this?" The eagle raised a picture of himself and Sindy who had been stepped on by him.

"Mith's aircrew!" insist hard. If only the room was not soundproof, maybe his voice would be thunderous and wake up all the inhabitants of the house.

"Mas can come back to her, anytime because I won't force the Eagle mas to stay."

"If I don't want to?" Mitha raised her head, staring at the Eagle still with tears in her eyes.

"I'm the one who's going away from you" he said steadily though spoken in a trembling voice.

"You won't be able to do it." replied the Eagle no less steady. The two cheeks of the woman were wiped with tears that kept flowing with her thumb. Mitha was stuck because of it.

"We made a promise to Grandpa" he continued. Mitha shook her head weakly.

"Promise is not a strong foundation in a marriage. You will never forget your first love. Forever I'll be the wife of a shadow like Lady Di." the sobbing was heard again.

"I can't forget my first love. Until not Mitha."

"Then why should we be shackled in this loveless bond?" mitha's voice grew louder and vibrated withstanding the pain in her chest.

"Only you don't love." replied the Eagle inside.

"You mean?"

"You know that first love is hard to forget."

"Then it's back to him."

"Him? who is he you mean? there's no Paramitha. Because of you.you were my first love." Mitha's eyes were breaking. The bead eyes of the Eagle alternated.

"A...me?? to ...why a.me???