Winter in Hokkaido
Chapter 4 part 1: Options

The word comfort or love can arise from coercion and habit, such as a basin on a hard rock due to water forged every day. Or even like a sturdy coral and valiant pus that eroded, because it was hit by waves continuously. Whatever persistence promises to be faithful, if you enjoy the gift of taste outside, you will forget the taste of cooking at home. Less is more that I understand.

“I'm not afraid of losing you, but I'm afraid it happens because I'm negligent in looking after you. Maintaining the bond we link in the name of love,” I said while preparing breakfast.

My husband responded by nodding. Maybe he's tired of listening to me from last night being so long.

My husband has come back as I knew him in the early days of marriage. He was so considerate and romantic. However, there was still something that was troubling and disturbing his mind. About that guy. Until I had to convey my unrest again at length last night.

Imagine which wife wants her husband's love to be divided. There may still be a accept if with women, but if with a man. I could never imagine if this condition hit the body.

Until this moment, I really did not understand the man's way of thinking. The man who said he was my husband's best friend. Therefore, I had to guard my husband from the possibility of people wanting to snatch him from my side. Maintaining a household is an absolute pride of a wife.

I basically don't care when my husband is friendly with anyone, man or woman. I realized my husband needed an interaction with the outside world, with people who could color his life story. Not with Ken.

Ah, a sense of annoyance always ambushed if I mentioned that name. He suddenly appeared in front of me. Is it possible for a friend to be so possessive of his best friend, even though his best friend already has a wife? Stealing his best friend's time when his best friend's wife is waiting at home.

If occasionally or on weekends meet, then hangout together, I can still think naturally. But meet every day and make out through WhatsApp messages like, “You've eaten?”, “You've arrived home?”, up to “Promise ya never stay in me!”, not to mention the others. I can't digest all that as common in male friendship.

“Fay, from now on you just shut up. Anything on the mind?” My husband stopped my thinking.

“Ngak, Mas.” I'm trying to cover up.

“Oh, yes already. I'm going to leave now.”

“Iya. Momentarily, I prepare the provisions first.” When I said I wasn't thinking about anything, I expected him to ask again. Seduce me until I have more power to connect last night's story. It's impossible for me to connect this morning. My husband has to go to work soon. I also don't want to cultivate the seeds of quarrel anymore.

My husband drove his car to work. I felt anxiety if the man came back to my husband's office. Should I go to the man first to warn him not to disturb my husband and our household?

Hah, after I rethink it, it's quite risky. I don't know what he's going to bring to my husband.

My husband did believe me, but he also seemed so trusting with every word that came out of his best friend's mouth. Hem, I can't stop thinking about this.

***

The days passed harmoniously enough. I feel like a new bride. Unlike usual, every morning and night he whispered words of love. To cover me with a friendly caress. He even plans to take time off so we can go on another honeymoon.

“So where do you want it, Fay?” ask my husband while playing his phone. He seemed to be browsing looking for a suitable honeymoon destination. I approached him after finishing the rest of the breakfast.

“Then to Bali? The atmosphere there is always a favorite for the honeymoon,” he explained while showing the charm of Bali on the screen of his phone.

I have never been to Bali. Before I got married I never wanted to be away from Mom and Dad. About the holidays, I prefer to spend time at home. Or occasionally vacation abroad when you feel really need refreshing. Not uninterested in tourist destinations in Indonesia, but every vacation I always want to feel a different atmosphere. Atmospheres of various external countries.

“How about not going to Bali, Mas? In East Asia, winter is again. Mending to countries there only.” Suddenly I thought of Japan. “We Hokkaido only yes, Mas!”

“Hem, just now he said it was up to you. My turn to choose, even rejected,” he said.

“Iiih, don't pout dong!” I tried to flirt by pinching her cheek. Yes this is how women, always have an instinct to be forced if they do not want to accept the refutation.

“But Fay, Mas don't like winter. You have never been to Bali either. Mas sure, once you go there you will fall in love like when you first saw Mas,” rayunya until I melted with the last sentence he mengandungkan.

I know my husband doesn't like winter. A month after we got married, we went on a honeymoon to Seoul, South Korea. His intention was to one week tour various destinations such as Gwanghwamun Square and Han River. Unfortunately, he had a fever from his arrival to his return to Indonesia, because it was not suitable for the cold weather there.

This time, I really wanted to go to Hokkaido. I was there in the spring, and it was beautiful. I want to feel the snow season there. I once said in my heart that I would be back in winter with my husband. Now is the right time to make that promise in your heart.

“Winter there the temperature is not too extreme really, Mas. Standards only. Interestingly, the winter atmosphere there is very romantic, Mas. If you are cold you can hug me all the time.” I seduced him back with a flirtatious look.

“You remember when we went to Seoul when winter and Mas got sick?” I'm sure he'll use those memories as the ultimate.

“Say people Mas, the pain comes from the mind. So if we think it will hurt, it must hurt, and vice versa. After all, that time Mas from here would have been less fit. Just because the honeymoon does not want to be pending, so we still leave. Even the honeymoon failed. Though from home already imagine making snow dolls, playing snow throwing, walking on the banks of the Han River, then enjoying the winter festival with romantic like in Korean Drama.” He didn't know that women had more ammunition.

“Iya, yes, the day after you take care of the visa yes. Indeed you are Mas's most intelligent wife.” He kissed my forehead. Ah, it's nice to beat my husband's choice, even though I'm sure he'll basically follow my will.

Even though he slapped me once, but he's still the best husband. After that incident, she got even more romantic, making me feel like maybe I was the one who was a little outrageous back then. He did it because he loved me so much, he said. Never mind, I don't want to remember a bad past. My life is now happy again.

The honeymoon negotiations are over. It's not even a negotiation like that, it's just my husband's pleasantries.

“Ya already, Mas want to wash the car first,” he said while moving from the sofa.

“I also want to wash clothes, keep cleaning the room deh,” my kiss on his forehead with spoiled.

“Kok clean-up the room anyway? I can't wait until tonight.” He even teased while laughing with a careless look.

I threw the couch cushion over her body, then turned the steps to pinch her cheek. In addition to being more romantic, she became a little flirtatious. May she be like that forever to me.