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New Bride's Behavior

Carrying a plastic bag containing flowers is of course a question for Jillian who happens to meet with Glenda.

"Sir, where's the flower from?" ask Jillian.

"Sister's room, Jill."

"Why get thrown away, huh? Come here, just make Jillian!"

"Don't, Jill. Your brother will be angry. Let me just give it to the waiter." Glenda did not want to make a fuss on the first day of her wedding.

Glenda headed to the kitchen, meeting the waiter she met there. He had just arrived at this house, of course, did not know much about anyone.

"Bi, can you please throw away these flowers?" glenda.

"Why was he dumped, Non? Baby still this good," said the waiter.

"Dispose only! This is my husband's request" he said without hesitation. There is no harm in the word husband.

"Good, Non. Aunty dumped ya, afraid if not done, Mr. Darsh can be angry," he said.

Darsh can be angry? Is he angry too? If he gets angry, I don't know if I should fight back or just shut up? Ah, I don't know. As long as I don't make a deal with him, I think it's safe.

"Alright, Bi. Thank ye. I went back to the room again, yeah," she said.

Passing through the living room, it seemed that everyone was already there. Only his oms are invisible. Maybe he came home to pick up his family.

"Glenda, where's Darsh?" ask Kayana.

"There's a room, Auntie. What's to call?"

"No need. Let it go, maybe he's tired. Just tell me, Grandma's body is coming home soon. The funeral will be tomorrow morning."

"Good, Auntie."

Glenda returned to her room. She went in to see her husband. Apparently the man was sitting on the sofa. He looks fresher.

"Darsh, can we talk to you for a second?" ask Glenda.

"Sit down!" Darsh pointed to the spot next to him.

"Thank you." Glenda sat as she said.

"Say!"

"Tante Kayana said that soon the body of the grandma arrived. The funeral will be held tomorrow morning. Maybe it's waiting for our guy" Glenda explained.

"Hemm, have you eaten?" Despite being grieved, Darsh can't ignore Glenda. Moreover, he had just first lived in his family home. It would feel foreign to him.

Glenda shakes. Actually he's very hungry. After breakfast it is very uncomfortable as there are not many people at home. Darsh is not there either.

"Eat first! Ask the waiter. Just tell me you're hungry. They won't let you starve" he explained.

Glenda actually wanted to do just that. Remembering that the body will soon arrive home. Everyone must be very busy.

"Later on," he refused.

"Remember, don't get sick!" darsh.

Glenda confused what to look like? He stood towards the bed. Before that, he took a glass of drinking water to prop up his hungry stomach. He sat there staring far ahead. Even when Darsh came out, Glenda did not notice it at all.

Darsh can't bear to see his wife like that. He went to the kitchen to get some food in the fridge.

"Sir, what kind of drink do you want to make?" ask waiter.

"Make mango juice, Bi. I wait, yeah!"

Darsh deliberately asked for mango juice so that Glenda was full. He prepared a small tray filled with some food and mango juice for his wife. Darsh doesn't want to eat. He was still reminded of the incident that struck him today.

"Ehm, you ask for something else?" ask waiter.

A glass of mango juice with some cake is certainly not for him. Darsh also does not like juice. Of course the waiter asked again.

"Make black coffee. Take her to my room!"

Darsh takes the tray to his room. He feels full responsibility for his wife. After all, the girl of her choice had already obtained the blessing of her grandmama. He would not ignore his wife.

Chequek!

Darsh opens the door, he brings the tray and puts it on the sofa table. His wife is still in bed. The girl saw Darsh coming with some food.

"Eat!" darsh's orders.

"No, Darsh. I won't eat it if you don't eat either" Glenda said. She may be full, while her partner does not eat.

Darsh doesn't want to argue. He approached his wife with the tray. He sat in front of Glenda.

"Please, don't make me disappoint grandma!"

Darsh left the food there. He wished his wife would eat him. However, Glenda was not his name if he ate it right away. Darsh doesn't touch his food at all.

"No, I won't eat it if you don't eat with me. I know, since morning you haven't eaten at all. If you are sick, who will take care of me? Doesn't the grandma want us to continue hand in hand? If you don't want to eat, I won't touch it at all."

Apparently Darsh was wrong about Glenda. She thought, Glenda is a submissive girl, but apparently just as stubborn as her. Darsh fell silent, leaning his body back onto the sofa. He looked at his wife from far away.

Glenda also did not want to keep quiet. He moved the tray to the sofa table as before. She was trying to negotiate with her husband.

"We must eat!" said it.

Darsh remained silent until the sound of knocking on the door shocked him. Glenda did not feel good to keep quiet. He took the initiative to open the door.

Chequek!

"Non, this is coffee for Mr. Darsh" said the waiter, who gave him his cup and small plate.

"Thank you, Bi." Glenda accepted it and placed the cup on the sofa table. Then he came back to close the door.

"Darsh, eat first, will you?" bargain Glenda.

"Eat! I'll just have coffee" he said.

Glenda looked at her husband's face. A face that looks lethargic because it lost something important in its life.

"Darsh, you're my husband now. I know, you're mourning the grandma's passing. Please, eat. If you don't want to eat with your own hands, let me feed it. Sorry if I'm sassy." Glenda took the cake and cut it. He put the cake in Darsh's mouth. Her husband did not refuse.

After Darsh eats, Glenda just feeds the food into her own mouth. Not much indeed, Darsh only eats a few bribes.

"Thank you." Darsh opens the cup cover. He let the coffee cool down a little so it could be enjoyed.

"Darsh, can I get you some water?"

"No need! I wait for the coffee to get a little cold. Clean yourself up, the grandma's body is coming soon. Hurry on! I wait," said Darsh.

Before going to the bathroom, Glenda finished a glass of mango juice. He returned the glass to the tray. Not to forget, he took his clothes in the suitcase. This time Glenda was confused. All the colors of his clothes were not appropriate. The atmosphere was grieving, there was no way he would use any of his clothes. Darsh sees his wife who is not coming into the bathroom. Maybe there was a little trouble bothering him.

"Why not go to the bathroom?"

"My book doesn't fit, Darsh. All colored. I'm confused which one to wear?"

Glenda could not be at least taught to wear colorful clothes to welcome the arrival of her grandma. Buying it is also impossible. It's how Darsh will come up with a solution to all his problems.