"Every man has his secret sorrows that the world knows not. And often time we call a man cold when he is only sad."
The perfect man.
Made rough through time.
He lies, yet he is the honorable one.
He kills, yet he is the most righteous.
He is gentle...
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When Arya woke up, it was already dark. She sat up feeling warmth surrounding her. She was covered in a light blanket and Jin's jacket was underneath her head. She smiled at the sight. Jin was too caring for his character.
Jin made a fire, a little far from her, making sure she doesn't get up with his hassle. Arya looked around. Jin already built two portable tents and made a small fire enough for illuminating the surroundings.
He was sitting beside the fire, with his perfect posture, eyes closed. Meditating.
Probably he went back to the residence and brought back whatever they needed for the night. Arya quietly got up and took the jacket and blanket in her hand.
She pushed two pieces of wood into the flame making it a little bigger and brightening the vicinity a little more. She wrapped the jacket around Jin's shoulder and he didn't show any response meaning he already knew she was up.
Arya wrapped the blanket around her own body and sat beside Jin, "You didn't sleep?"
Jin opened his eyes and remained silent.
"I am hungry." Suddenly Arya remembered she hasn't had anything after breakfast.
Jin got up without a word and brought back a bag from a tent. Silently he opened the bag, started to bring out food containers one by one And placed in front of her.
Arya looked at all the food in awe and smiled, "Who made those? You?"
"Part of the deal." Jin shrugged reminding her demand for Jin to cook for her if she wins the bet.
"Sweet!" Arya didn't wait to dig in. "Oh, God! It's delicious!"
"Words are prohibited during dining." His common phrase during every meal was heard though he knew Arya rarely gives any damn to his words.
"Seriously, Jin! You should be a chef after you retire!" Arya didn't budge with his words.
"Probably." Jin replied, "If I ever retire."
"You are not planning to spend your whole life after this lifestyle, are you?" Arya frowned.
"Don't have a contingency plan either!"
"Come on! You'll have a family of your own by then! A beautiful wife, one or two children probably?" Arya smiled, "you'll be a great father who attends the teacher-parents meetings, sports day of your children, who will never miss any special occasions of his children and always be there for them unlike us."
Jin was quiet.
"Promise me one thing, Jin." Suddenly Arya beamed.
Jin looked at her.
"Never let your children end up like us, ok? Protect them so that they grow up to be the loveliest persons of this world. Probably I wouldn't be there to see your happy days, but I always pray that you find your happiness."
