Sri Asih covered her sleeping son and daughter, then she got off the horse-drawn carriage. For a moment, she looked at her husband's back, who sitting by the bonfire.
Yeah, too much burden on the husband's shoulders, and she can feel it well, so well that she is willing to share that burden with him.
Oh, Great Gods, make it easy for my husband, make all roads smooth without hurting his feelings.
After a long sigh, Sri Asih approached her husband.
Abhimanyu glanced to his left, his wife sitting beside him while rubbing his back.
"You still awake?"
Sri Asih leaned her head on her husband's shoulder. "How can I sleep while my husband is restless, with thoughts piling up?"
The husband tries to smile, hugs his wife's shoulder, and kisses her head so deeply, full of warmth and gratitude. Well, she's the kind of wife that all the men in this world wish for, he thought.
"Honey, you sure that we—" asked Abhimanyu.
