Weak Wife Becomes Strong

Everything Is Very Sick (SR)

"That's....!" he shouted while enduring the pain. He cried holding the pain.

Aksa was shocked when his wife seemed to be holding something back. However, his expression turned flat. He thought such a slap was nothing and thought Saira was far-fetched.

"I slapped my cheek, not kicked your leg so no drama!"

"Sister, my legs hurt." - Saira was weak. His entire body felt squeezed by thousands of stones and his brain was like it was about to break.

Aksa ignored, choosing to leave immediately from there. However, his steps came to a halt as Saira's body lay helplessly on the floor.

Aksa walked back to Saira's body.

"Saira, you don't mess around."

He shakes Saira's body whose face looks pale. He lifted Saira's body and carried her to the bed. He lay down slowly with the body. As he was about to cover up with a blanket, he noticed Saira's legs looked bruised and it looked very severe. He checked Saira's legs.

"Looks like he's sprained! What are you doing anyway?" ask Aksa more to herself.

Aksa immediately walked to the kitchen to fetch water along with a towel. And immediately compress the bruise with warm water. Although he could not treat his legs. But at least it will be more subtle. The sound of Saira's cell phone diverts Aksa's attention. He was curious about the contents of his phone and immediately checked. How knows Saira is playing with another man.

"Sir, the bike I took from the crash site. Tomorrow you can take it back because the condition is not severe. Only the brake parts are in trouble."

Aksa's heart skipped a beat reading the message. He saw Saira's bruised leg again.

"So you've had an accident? This bruise was also due to an accident. But why not say." sighed Aksa. "So this is why you feel so tired. Sorry for not understanding."

Aksa stared gently at Saira's pale face. A woman who now holds the status of his wife. Rarely did he notice and only the insults and rants he spoke. But this woman still survives with him.

He was momentarily nostalgic when the two were so loosely interacting. "If you hadn't done that wrong, I wouldn't have hated you Saira."

Aksa shook her head. "No, I can't feel sorry for him. She's a petty woman. Willing to do anything for the sake of his ambition."

anger again hugged him and refused to ignore Saira. The wound in his heart was bigger than his love.

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The next day, Saira wakes up with a slightly lightened feeling of legs. He saw the former compress still there. He also saw the basin on a table near his base.

"Who's compressing the bruises? What is Brother Aksa? But how could he even bother to do it."

Aksa came while carrying a small towel, "i did it."

"Thank you" said Saira a little nervously.

"No need to be upset, I just don't want you to bother me. As a guest in this house, you need to be healthy in order to do your homework."

Finished saying his sentence, Aksa passed from there. The feeling of pleasure that had begun to dominate now changed with sadness and disappointment. Saira desperately hopes Aksa can repay her love even though she has to sacrifice a lot.

"When the hell, brother. You can squirm me here. Why are you expecting Izora's sister, obviously here I am your wife."

Saira was about to go to her bathroom to urinate. However, he was confused on how to get to the bathroom. Should he suck, he thought. He slowly came down and tried to put his foot on the floor. However, just touching the floor the pain again dominated him.