Agatha Anderson
Agatha Anderson — Deja Vu in Honeymoon

...Building a relationship is not easy. ...

...And a good atmosphere sometimes helps you in the process....

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Christopher was still very sleepy when Agatha saw him ready in front of the glass with a wide hat in his hand, seeming to weigh his reflection in front of the mirror.

"Good morning Sunshine. Where are you going, it's this morning" he said from the blanket.

"Oh, good morning Christ. Already awake? I want breakfast and a walk to the souvenir market. It's the sixth day before we come back tomorrow. I have to buy something for Joshua and Gabriel" she replied, now taking her handbag off the dresser.

"Wouldn't you take me?"

Agatha looked at Christ before grunting softly, "You're not prepared yet and I don't want to wait."

"Would you be sure to go alone? Joshua says you get lost easily and can't read directions."

"Ap—basin Joshua! Why tell you something like that?" he looked at Christ.

"A brief guide to understanding Agatha, he said. Because he's sure I'll have trouble."

"Well, you guys really—why me? How dare you two! All right, if you're gonna come with me, I'll give you 10 minutes to shower and get ready. More than that I'll go alone" he threatened indifferently.

"Ten minutes? Isn't that too short to be ready?" the man protested and started walking towards the bathroom.

"No, I'm gone."

"Yes yes, your husband is not showering is good looking so it's okay" he said before entering the bathroom.

Agatha glanced at the closed bathroom door and snorted softly. With Christ these few days made him realize that the man loved to say ridiculous things to him like a small compliment or just a sweet greeting. And Agatha remembered Mikael who used to do the same thing. And even without a sound, every word Mikael in his gesture always managed to make Agatha smile happily.

She remembered Mikael.

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Christ smiled every time he saw his wife stopping at one souvenir shop then a few steps later stopping at another, weighing one option and then another. The woman looked delighted and seemed to forget her presence which was a few steps behind her with a shopping bag in her hand.

"Why do you shop this much?" christ asked in the end after his wife stopped again for quite a while.

"Hm? I'll share it with the children on Senna Rod and some to Anna's madam's house" she replied lightly unaware of the frozen expression that had a glimpse on her husband's face but soon returned to normal.

"Ah, I haven't told you about Senna Rod? You know there's a special place that I manage there as disability-specific care, and a lot of kids there. I'll take you there later,"

Christ was stunned, "Can?"

Agatha turned her head and looked at the man beside her in surprise, "Of course, why not?"

Christ smiled, "Alright, I'm waiting for him," he replied with a light heart, because after all Senna Rod managed by his wife was not carelessly able to visit before getting permission from the hospital to protect their special patients. Agatha now offers him to come along, does that mean there is progress in their relationship and his wife begins to trust him?

Trying to control himself so as not to be too happy Christ took a deep breath even though a smile could not escape his lips.

It may be true what Joshua said a while ago that Agatha was indeed not a cold-hearted woman. Because for a few days they were with Christ knowing that his wife had a warm nature just didn't show it too much.

He only wanted his wife to return to Agatha as she had known ten years ago without her wounds and the cautious attitude she had built.

After satisfied shopping they decided to have lunch at one of the dining places in the Kuta area which is famous for its seafood. Actually yesterday they almost visited many places to eat scattered in Bali because after the first four days they have spent to go to all beaches and tours, so according to Agatha their last days should be for culinary hunting and souvenirs.

In the end Agatha remained like any other woman when shopping the difference was just that almost all the items she bought were not for herself but bought for others.

Agatha just got off the car when something hit her body hard until the little figure fell.

"Oh, sorry! You okay?" asked Agatha who immediately crouched down to help the 10-year-old child.

The little boy looked at Agatha timidly before shaking his head quickly. The boy's right palm and left elbow were scratched as they held his body down during the fall.

"He fell because he accidentally hit me. It seemed like she was in a hurry," replied Agatha who was still looking at the little girl before her who now looked frantically at the flowers in her basket falling scattered.

The little girl hurriedly picked up some scattered flowers as well as fallen rose petals. Grimacing hurt because of the wound the little girl blew on her arm.

"You're hurt, how about we go to the hospital?" agatha's bargain was heartless even though she wasn't sure if the little girl understood her point because it was clear their language was different.

"Did he understand what you said? Where's parents?" this time Christ asked while turning his head around looking for maybe there are parents of this little girl.

Agatha who was quick to look for the pronunciation of the word in the right language on her phone, said it slowly to the child. But what happened next made Agatha stunned and speechless.

The little girl took out a small note from her pocket and wrote something down there.

sorry, I can't speak

but I'm okay

no need to go to hospital

Agatha read the message on the small note and a strange swish suddenly felt in her heart. Like de javu his meeting with Mikael first.

"You can't say yes, sorry," he said, nodding softly and smiling gently with a sad look.

The little girl nodded then her gaze returned to the flowers strewn across her basket. It seems that the little girl is worried about something.

"If you don't need to go to the hospital, is there anything else I can do for you?" agatha asked who reflexively moved her hands using sign language even though she was not sure the little girl would understand it completely, because there were differences in sign language in every country.

I have to deliver this flower to the customer's

but the flows are already broken

my mother will be angry

The little girl quickly wrote down the answer to Agatha's question. She did not understand completely but her outline knew what the beautiful woman before her said.

Agatha then straightened her body and looked at Christ who had been silent by her side.

"Do you mind if we help this little girl first?" agatha asked, she did not want Christ to be uncomfortable because of his sudden decision to help the little girl.

"We're taking her to the hospital?"

"No, she refused even though I was worried about her wound," Agatha stared sadly at the bloody little elbow. "She was worried that her mother was angry that the flowers she had to deliver to customers had been damaged. Do you mind if we help him for a minute?"

"Stop no, Sunshine," Christ replied quietly and deeply inexplicably Agatha could hear the hoarse voice of the man.

"I'll help you, we'll buy some new flowers. You know the flower shop here?" agatha asked then who was taken in by the little girl.

Smiling, Agatha reached out her right hand to the little girl and gestured for the little girl to come with them looking for a flower shop.

do you really want to help me?

The little girl wrote again after they got into the car.

And with the most sincere and beautiful smile Christ had ever seen, his wife smiled and clasped the little hand of the girl sitting beside him. Then his hand moved back using sign language.

"Of course I'll help you."

Agatha's reply made the little girl smile widely and nod

thankyou

And in the silence of that short journey they fell silent with a pain tucked in each other's hearts.

Pain for the same reason.

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