Four hands. Four scenes. One thousand words.
Hands. Nien offered hers as the answer after I mustered every morsel of courage in the world to confess after an exceptionally boring class.
“Huh? That…your—wait! Really?”
“Yeah! That’s what people do when they’re dating, right?” she giggled with the brightest smile I’ve ever seen on a person. I tentatively gave my hand, but Nien grabbed it and dragged me along with her. “Come on, let’s have lunch!”
“Whoa–hey! Wait, I haven’t packed my stuff yet!”
Nien cackled and did a U-turn, flunking me towards my desk. “Better be quick or I’m gonna eat you instead, sugarpie!”
“Got it. Give me a minu—sugarpie?”
“Mhm. You asked me out so sweetly and you got a big round head, so…sugarpie!” she snickers, drawing a circle in the air with both hands. I chuckled in amazement, nodding. “I guess that’s me.”
“Hurry up!”
“Okay!”
Hands. I held Nien’s throughout and after she cried from nervousness and anxiety a few days before our wedding.
“Why’d you say yes?”
“Hm?” she mumbled, curled up on my chest.
I gently wiped away some of her dried tears. “Why did you say yes to, well…my proposal? Just…curious.”
Her mouth tugged side-to-side in thought before blooming into a small, warm smile. “You feel…hmm…peaceful.”
“Peaceful? Me?” I laughed.
Nien nodded. “You…I feel…I know I don’t have to be afraid of anything beside you. Even when I do bad things. You don’t hesitate to set me straight, without any judgement.” Her hand rose to caress my cheek, then poked at it softly. “I can be anything, everything, or nothing. When you’re beside me, my heart is at peace.”
Hatiku damai, jiwaku tentram di sampingmu.
I could feel my heart thumping harder, Nien likely could as well by how she was grinning. My cheeks bloomed warm as I cupped hers, leaning down for a kiss. “I’m gonna marry you again, I swear.”
“We haven’t even married once, you silly!” she giggled into my lips.
“Don’t care. I love you that much.”
Nien kissed me this time. “I love you too, sugarpie.”
Hands. Nien held mine as she nursed them after I opened a suspicious package that was meant for her, which turned out to be a small firebomb.
“Those assholes,” she huffed, her eyes blazing. “Using these old ass scare tactics—what do they think this is, 1960?”
“Ouch!”
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