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Figuring Out

It's dark. Psyche found shoes larger than hers when entering the house. The lights had also been lit, it seemed like the husband had gone home without him noticing.

The fragrant aroma from the direction of the kitchen made Psyche rush to open the footwear and slightly run towards the place.

"Ramyeon."

The tall man wrapped in a black apron turned his head.

"Ramyeon from my favorite store, did you really bring her?" Psyche eyes sparkle. Pull up a chair and get ready for dinner. It's a good decision not to go to dinner at the parlor.

"Is that how you welcome your husband's return?"

They look at each other. There was a moment of silence before Psyche gave a slow snort. Wasting her face while hiding her smile.

"It seems ramyeon means more to you." Adam snorted while stirring the sauce back in the pot. Noodles and toppings have been prepared in the bowl, then just watered the sauce. That's what the owner of the tavern warned me if you don't want to eat a cold ramyeon. They kindly separated his broth and stuffing as he said he would take his ramyeon to Canterbury.

Why did they choose Canterbury? Because Hinata has always loved the sky and the sea.

"Hey, are you angry?"

Psyche got up from the chair and approached Adam. He should be in that man's position by now. Cook her favorite food and greet the man with a warm hug. Not otherwise. Adam must have been very tired after traveling two days in a row.

"Here, let me—"

"Not to." Adam refuses when Psyche is about to reach for the spatula in his hand. "Give up, it's gonna be hot soon."

Both of Psyche's shoulders were raised, instead she wrapped her hands around Adam's stomach. Leaned on the wide back of the man. Inhaling its aroma deeply, restored something that had been lost for two days.

"What about this? Can you?"

Adam turned his head slightly, his lips extended a faint smile. "But don't fall asleep, I'll spend the ramyeon myself."

Psyche quickly straightened her body. "Sad. You used to say you didn't like ramyeon."

Adam was not ready when the warmth was released from his body. The man turned off the stove when the sauce was boiling, then turned to look at Psyche.

"Who said that? Don't talk, yeah. I like everything you like, really."

Psyche rolled her bored eyes, after which she chuckled. "Don't ya ngeles, I still remember your expression when I first visited that ramyeon shop."

Adam clucking. "It's been a long time, you remember."

"Of course." Psyche folded her hands together on her chest, her back resting on the dining table. "What do I not know about you?" He said with a mocking look.

Adam made a mimic as if he were thinking. "Maybe you don't know that I really love you?"

Psyche. "Oh..Oh, is it true that you are Adam? Where'd you learn all that fighting?"

Adam's expression instantly turned moody. "Where is. Does that sound like a fight to you?"

Psyche shook her head quickly. "No. You said something I clearly knew."

"Then I'll be clear again let you always remember."

The two throw smiles at each other. Looks like the stomach is no longer in question. Missing out by talking like this already makes them feel happy and calm.

"Sorry and thank you." Psyche said sincerely.

Adam's eyebrows are uplifted. "For?"

"Everything." Psyche just needs two steps to get back to Adam. Hugged the man's neck and gave him a tight hug. "Welcome home."

Adam chuckled as he returned Psyche's embrace. Kissing the top of his head repeatedly. "I'm home."

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Adam panic. His face was pale as he stared at the white sheets under Psyche's seat. The woman was still wearing her white shirt from last night. Not yet out of bed because Adam told him to stay in place.

"I have to call the doctor." The man came out of the room with a cell phone placed in his left ear.

While Psyche was still sitting on the bed, observing the bloodstains once again. As he remembered last month he did not menstruate. Is the result of an irregular diet menstruation so late like this huh?

Or maybe...

"The doctor is on his way here." Adam returned with a breath. "Now what should I do?"

Psyche. Realizing the excessive uneasiness the man showed. He smiled, gesturing to Adam, that he would be fine.

"I think you should take a shower and change clothes before the doctor gets here." Psyche glanced at the shorts Adam was wearing. It was the only thing attached to the man's body. "I'm sure you called the female doctor, right?"

Where willing he gives a sixpack free spectacle.

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Psyche. While Adam just gulped so nervous and in disbelief.

"My wife..pregnant?"

Sylvia nodded. Almost laughingly looking at Adam's confused face.

"So it's not menstrual blood?" Psyche.

Sylvia shook her head for sure. "After this it is better to call a gynecologist, so that it can be clearer. I fear something more serious happened. It's still very young and vulnerable."

Psyche nodded. Suddenly Adam's hand outstretched to stroke his stomach which still looks flat behind the long shirt he wore.

"It's not a dream, is it?"

Psyche smiled but her tears flowed. "Surely, God has granted our request."

Adam said nothing more, only hugging Psyche affectionately while saying gratitude in his heart.

Almost seven years they are waiting to have a baby. Because the thing that has not materialized is why Psyche proposed to build a parlour, right in front of their house. Because Psyche is an only child and an orphan, Psyche wants to share a little happiness with disadvantaged children like herself.

Then Adam realized that Psyche was stronger and more resilient than himself.

Days change day, weeks change month, months change year. Their marriage is still often spiced with small quarrels but not until it becomes a split between the two. When there is a misunderstanding quickly cleared up, if nothing pleases in the heart is quickly expressed.

Reflecting on the past makes them understand, that life does not always run with what they expect. For that they always pray for their married life and for their loved ones. May they be patient in every test God gives.

Then, one day, their first child was born. A baby boy who looks a lot like Adam, but his smile is as warm as Psyche's. They gave the boy's name Noah.

Noah grows up with affection from both his parents. Strictly educated but full of love and attention. Psyche sometimes cried, not expecting that she would have a son who grew up with a complete family.

From season to season, Noah is getting taller. More often playing with the orphanage, even every afternoon Psyche saw him play football on the field.

Aunt Olla had already begun to retire, in exchange for Merry being the head of the parlour. From year to year, renovations are carried out. The bigger the house, the more children, the more often Psyche sits in front of the porch looking at the place.

Until he was unaware that wrinkles began to form on his beautiful face. Until he did not realize that one by one began to disappear from this world. Until he does not realize that Noah has invited a woman and built his own house. But Adam still faithfully slept next to him, accompanied him to tea, even dancing with a limp step.

Every summer break, his grandchildren would visit, and Psyche would watch Adam sitting in a rocking chair. Take one of his grandchildren and read the story until the boy falls asleep.

Psyche records every second, trying not to miss a single moment. But the older he gets, the more he forgets the things he always wanted to remember.

One afternoon, in front of the terrace, Psyche sat on a chair while looking at the twilight. Adam had a brown scarf around his neck, because autumn was coming to an end.

The air started to feel cold, but Psyche always felt warm because Adam would always hold his hand tightly. Saying a love word every second and kissing it as if it won't make her bored.

"If I go first, will you cry?"

They often talked about it, but Adam never took it seriously.

Psyche is not afraid of death, nor of Adam. But they were always together, as if incomplete if one of them suddenly disappeared.

"I don't know." Adam always said the same thing, but his face would always look grim. "What about you? If I die, will you cry?"

Psyche.

"Why?"

"Because until the end of your life, I'm the one you love. And until the end of my life, you're the one I love."

Their grip tightens. A warm smile beats out the twilight rays that highlight those sitting side by side.

The wind blows. The sound of laughter of the orphanage children playing in front of the house seems to be a song that reconciles the soul.

They smiled peacefully. Leaning on the chair with his hands still holding faithfully.

Then everything feels blurry. Drowsiness forced their eyelids to close. Lead them to long dreams and never wake up again.

Vaguely voices sounded,

"I'll always.love you."

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"Dragon may die and perish, but love will always be eternal."