Mature Enough
"I'd rather be beaten by you as your heart please, than to experience you don't want to talk to me like earlier. All your actions scare me, Anastasia. I know you never meant to, but that's how I really feel." Hadyan said honestly.
"But I know you know that I'll never leave you," Tasia kissed her husband's shoulder.
"I believe in your love," Hadyan whispered.
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Tasia could eat normally now. Her throat was no longer sore and she could eat by herself with Hadyan at the dinner table. She looked happy because, after a long time, she could finally taste delicious food again.
"Does your hand still hurt? I'll feed you, if it still is," He grabbed Tasia's right hand and looked at her wrist, which was still slightly swollen.
"It doesn't hurt too much. Don't worry, Hadyan. I can do it. Even with worse hands than this, I could still hammer stones and rock back then." She said proudly.
"Sorry for making you suffer like that. If I didn't go..."