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Apologizing

"Is that you..."

Step by step it feels heavy. Such a close distance seemed like an endless long road.

His legs were trembling, the figure looked more real, not a figure who was mistaken for a Psyche. His ears were buzzing, his head suddenly dizzy until he almost lost his balance to stand up.

"You..."

Why..the woman is crying?

Isn't this what he wanted?

Then his steps stopped. Clear circles fell under his feet. Dropped more heavily so that it soaked the front of his shoes.

They're very close.

But Adam was still unable to simply greet or curse the woman as he realized that Psyche had left his side without saying goodbye.

It still hurts, but there's a tremendous sense of relief. It was as if he was so grateful after finding that woman among the hundreds of people in this city.

"Why are you here?"

Psyche whispered softly. Bravely stared at the two dark beads with both of his wet eyes.

Adam suddenly lowered his body, making Psyche slightly stunned and took a few steps back.

The man knelt down, without warning grabbed next to Psyche's leg and lifted her up.

"What are you doing?!"

Psyche almost fell if only she did not hold on to the man's shoulder. While Adam was stunned when he found an object that was still circular at Psyche's ankle.

He lifted his head, making a drop of the woman's tears fall on his cheek.

Psyche never really forgets it.

There must be a reason why he left.

Just like when he was here, not without a definite reason.

"Adammit,"

He will not promise to get better, he just wants to change to better understand Psyche. They create their happiness in their own way.

He wants to make that happen, choosing to retreat from the ego that always leads him. He realized that love was never enough to form a commitment. It takes more than that.

And the past is the past. Which has been learned enough, not to be regretted for a lifetime.

And for the rest of his life, he wants to enjoy those moments with—

"...Psyches,"

He smiled, his eyes sad.

Adam didn't have to string words together,

"Let's get married."

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"Mandy is sleeping?"

Miranda nodded slowly. Put hot tea on the table with a plate of lemon-scented biscuits.

"Today Mandy went to elementary school." Clearly Miranda, take a seat across from Adam. "He was very enthusiastic, but he made some children cry."

Adam smiled a little. "Sissing like his father." He glanced at a frame located on the nightstand not far from the sofa. "By the way you have no intention of going back to work?"

Miranda shook her head slowly. "Well, after I'm pregnant I'm not allowed to work."

"Subordinate wife, eh?"

Miranda peed, her cheeks slightly blushed. "I did it for Mandy."

Adam's eyebrows are uplifted. "Even until now?"

There's no answer. Or maybe, Miranda did not have that answer yet. It is not easy for someone who has failed to seem to come back to believe. But at least he has a reason to survive—Mandy—putra is just a puppet that he loves very much.

"It seems I can't linger anymore." Adam glanced at his watch. "There's still a timetable to the grave and to Mom's house."

"Don't want to wait for Jacob?"

"I heard she was a lot of overtime after marrying you." Adam got up from the chair while grabbing the coat that was draped on the sofa. If there was time he would visit the office and meet Jacob there. A reunion with his co-workers.

Miranda grunts. "All Louvander's been crazy for work."

"Don't forget, you're also a Louvander now." Adam chuckled softly.

Miranda led him to the door. Since marriage, Jacob has left his apartment and chosen a house—mini malis modern— to live in.

"You didn't even touch the tea." Miranda folded both hands on her chest. Time passed quickly and Adam looked very mature.

The man smiled even more, though not as wide as Jacob's smile. The aroma is also different, it feels a little soft and sweet. It was as if there was a distinctive scent of a woman stuck to his body.

"You're more worried about tea?" Adam grinned. "Your husband won't like it if I linger here."

Miranda sighed softly. "Just give it up."

The woman looked at him, pretending not to understand.

Then Adam again smiled slightly, looking up at the spring sky with a peaceful feeling. "You already have everything you need. You promised before God to be a faithful wife. Then.happy. Don't think of anything, just be happy enough."

Miranda stared at the man's departure for quite a while. His feelings warmed up, Adam had become his brother, they had shared a clan. Being tied up in a relationship that is closer than just a couple.

But Miranda soon realizes that her feelings for the man have long since disappeared.

Perhaps he should be more grateful to have Jacob so in love with him and all his shortcomings.

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Sophia was watering some plants that had bloomed around the yard of the house. He almost dropped his water hose when he found someone standing not far from him.

His eyes were glazed over, staring at the man. "Adam..."

Adam smiled, slightly ran towards Sophia and hugged the aging body. That woman is no longer young.

"Adam..."

Mother's crying. Expose all longing.

"I'm glad you're okay." Adam took off his embrace, wiping away the tears dripping down his mother's cheek.

"You came here by yourself?"

Adam nodded. "Want to look at my hometown. Mom's daughter-in-law can't come because there's a sudden affair." He said as he led the mother into the house.

Nothing has changed. Except for a portrait hanging on the wall near the living room. Seeming to increase by one, there is a portrait of Ariel who began to grow up wearing her graduation clothes.

"Ariel's grown up, yeah."

Sophia's steps stopped. He threw his eyes at the object that caught Adam's attention. "She grew up to be a very strong and intelligent woman like you."

Suddenly Adam breathed. He glanced at his mother with a guilty feeling. "Sorry for not being able to accompany me here."

Sophia again held back her cries, she nodded her head repeatedly while rubbing the back of her only son. "It's okay, Adam. It's really okay."

If that meant being able to atone for all her past sins, Sophia was willing. As long as Adam is happy, as long as Adam can be with the person he loves until the end of his life.

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"Have you received the package?"

Psyche stared at dozens of newly-derived cardboard boxes from the truck of a delivery service. He thought the man was only joking when he said he would donate items that were no longer used.

"Yes, thank you Leon. May God give you rewards for your good."

"Just relax, you're talking like a nun."

On the other end of the phone Leon chuckles.

"When are you going to London? I miss you, you know."

Psyche smiled little. Still imagined the face of Leon innocent and his cafe that was somehow big now.

"So, maybe you should come visit here."

"Later to be a bully again, your husband will be possessive."

Psyche chuckles. "Basic coward."

Leon chuckled. If you are separated, talking on the phone just feels so valuable. But if you are an adult, what else? There are many things that cannot be delayed. Especially considering Psyche who has married.

"Hopefully the goods are useful, I'll call you back sometime, yeah."

"certain. Thanks again."

Connection disconnected.

Psyche looked at the boxes, a little peek at the thing inside. Most of what Leon sent was used clothes and some of his branded shoes. It still looks good and is worth wearing. The man is indeed slick, too bad until now still alone. While the two women who had been assessed had given up their single period.

"The kids haven't finished lunch yet?"

Psyche approaches Olla, a middle-aged woman whom she entrusts to be the head of an orphanage. The woman was a one— child widow now her son is in college in Manchester— while her husband is long dead.

Olla nodded. "I heard the car, is your husband back?"

"Not yet." Psyche. "Because yesterday was staying, so maybe now it's still on the way. That was a package from my friend."

Olla smiled, Psyche already thought of as her own child. The glory of her heart was not just words, only a few years moved to Canterbury, Psyche and her husband had dared to buy land in front of their house and set up a simple orphanage.

They take in abandoned children and almost become slaves of irresponsible criminals. Give them home, education, and of course affection. Olla's heart was always moved when she saw the sincerity of the two young couples, especially Psyche.

"Hmm? Auntie must be tired, rest first, let me and Merry lift her things inside."

"No need, I don't feel tired at all."

"Is that?" Psyche eyebrows raised. "But I think Auntie should take a break." He said as he pushed the woman into a room.

Although Olla refused, but Psyche sometimes still maintain stubbornness.