Forgiveness for Suzuki 

Kick'n It Old School Project: Choose your own adventure style

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"What do you mean 'stupid woman'??? Look at yourself! You're as drunk as a pig." The man scoffed at her comment. "I was just joking. You're too sensitive Natsuko." 

Natsuko and her husband had forgiven each other, and she was back inside the house. The two of them worked out their problems together and lived happily in the little home that they shared.&nbsp;

She sent him a glare and crossed her arms. But after about 2 minutes, both of them had calmed down and started talking about everything.

<a href="bookcreator://page/7tRsd-9qQWaFC104BkG3nA/right">continue to page 13</a>

She thought long and hard, going through every possible situation and outcome that could occur, and so finally, she decided to create a plan.&nbsp;So for the next few days, Natsuko worked to create the correct path she would take in order to be with her husband again at last.

After pacing back and forth by the lake, Suzuki decided not to create a plan. She was going to go on what her heart tells her to do, in fear of being too uptight.

<a href="bookcreator://page/H83c3yJEQYCT6-FO2YERMw/left">continue to page 6</a>

<a href="bookcreator://page/H83c3yJEQYCT6-FO2YERMw/left">continue to page 6</a>

&nbsp;Slowly, Natsuko slipped into the water making sure no one was near. She used her delicate hands to gently scrub the dirt off of her pale skin with the leaves she picked up. Hanging beside her, was her newly washed yakuta drying in the daylight sun. letting herself dry, she tied her hair back up into the same pink clip she wore before, her husband’s favorite. She looked and felt clean, which slightly settled down the butterflies swarming in her stomach. But still feeling nervous, she went to sleep.

The next day has come, and Natsuko stands in front of the door that slammed behind her just a few days ago. She took a shaky inhale and knocked. “WHOS IS IT?!?!?” she heard her husband scream from inside.

“Suzuki.” she replied. A silent pause.

She heard footsteps and a second later, was met by a face she could barely recognize. Hair over-grown, he looked sickly like he hasn’t eaten in days. A bottle of sake in his right hand. Natsuko looked up as concerned eyes met with relieved ones.

During her daily walk to see a small pond, her eyes widened by the shock of seeing herself. It was as if she wasn't herself, she could barely recognize herself. "Wow... I look horrible." she said, as if talking to the ducks nearby.

&nbsp;Slowly, Natsuko slipped into the water making sure no one was near. She used her petite hands to scrub the dirt off of her pale skin. Hanging beside her, was her newly washed yakuta drying in the daylight sun. letting herself dry, she tied her hair back up into the same pink clip she wore before, her husband’s favorite. She was still not her best, but it was all she could do at the moment. Feeling nervous, she went to sleep.

Her once black and silky hair was now a mess, splotches of dirt and mud stained her yakuta, making it unrecognizable. Her cheeks hollowed due to not having eaten a proper meal in days.

Natsuko knew that her husband would not accept her in this state of poverty.&nbsp;

<a href="bookcreator://page/H83c3yJEQYCT6-FO2YERMw/right">use bare hands to wash up (go to page 7)</a>

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<a href="bookcreator://page/E1NffVc0SA-mrkshzaVoHA/left">use leaves to scrub body taken from nearby trees (go to page 8)</a>

A brief moment is shared between the couple in comfortable silence. The man lazily stepped to the side, inviting the woman into his house. A sweet relieved smile is on her face as she walks in, taking in the feeling of home. “stupid woman..” he mumbled, closing the door behind him.

Suzuki lets out a giggle. "Missed me that much, huh?" she replies. The black-haired man sitting by her side gave a lazy smile at her joke. A soft one was given back by the woman.

<a href="bookcreator://page/X4QyaJQ-STqFcSTQ4jzQ8w/right">laugh it off and continue to talk with him (page 11)</a>

“I’m sorry.” Suzuki blurted out. “I shouldn’t have disrespected you like that. I’ll respect you, I’ll listen to whatever you tell me to do, just please, let me live back here.” The husband turned around to face her. “I’m sorry too. I overreacted, I should've never kicked you out.&nbsp;I was hurt and angry and- I'm sorry Suzuki. I love you."

<a href="bookcreator://page/7tRsd-9qQWaFC104BkG3nA/left">get offended by what he called you and throw a mean comment back at him (page 12)</a>

I cried out in pain from the feeling of the ground scraping my cheek. ‘Don’t ever come back …... disrespectful woman!’ was all I heard in the blur of sounds pounding in my head. The door behind me slammed shut and woke me up to realize what happened. I had been thrown out.

After about a week of scrounging through the streets to survive, Natsuko had finally had enough. She couldn’t bear it anymore. As much she dreaded it, she needed to beg for forgiveness from her husband.

<a href="bookcreator://page/7u__viwDQn--GytWl8MFeQ/left">Choice 1: plan what Natsuko is going to say to her husband</a> <a href="bookcreator://page/7u__viwDQn--GytWl8MFeQ/left">(page 4)</a>

<a href="bookcreator://page/7u__viwDQn--GytWl8MFeQ/right">Choice 2: Wing it and say whatever comes to mind.</a> <a href="bookcreator://page/7u__viwDQn--GytWl8MFeQ/right">(page 5)</a>

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