Weak Wife Becomes Strong

Crying (This Club IGNORES IT)

"O Lord, this is the result of my actions. This is the result I have to reap, until when I can survive by his side." His issue is in the silvery.

In the other room the eyes were staring at the figure who was crying in the corner of the room. But with all his heart he removed that feeling. His soft eyes had now turned as sharp as a knife. His hands clenched tightly restraining all the turbulent emotions in his heart.

"You deserve to treat me like that Saira. Even your suffering is nothing compared to all my suffering caused by you." The anger was closing her little heart until it became as hard as a rock.

In his mind, only he was injured, without him realizing Saira was the one who suffered the most here, not her who was too selfish.

There are times when something we don't want will be something more precious than a piece of gem. But when we realize it, it is too late. Not even everything can bring back something we wasted. Apart from the owner of life itself.

"I've prepared breakfast, eat first."

"I eat in the office, why bother cooking? I don't even intend to taste the cuisine of a cunning woman like you!" again the scathing insinuations he made to his wife.

Again the heart felt the pain of an insult, even all the sacrifices felt very futile. He was silent when he received all kinds of insults and insults. Because in reality he's the one who caused all this to happen. What he can do but shut up. Saira pondered her increasingly unfortunate fate. Banished by his family, hated by his in-laws, shunned by his friends. Even her husband hated her. Less bitter than his life.

"Allah will I be able to achieve happiness. This heart is too fragile to bear it all, this body is too frail to withstand the brunt of suffering." Wail it with grief. Who can understand it now? He no longer even understood the life he was living.

"Make me Lord in the face of all Your trials."

 

"What else is it?" he asked slowly withstanding the pain in his leg.

"You still have a lot of me why? You know that huh! Because of you Izora left without saying goodbye. He must have been as hurt as you said before." cried Aksa angrily.

Saira looked at the bead weakly. "Sir Izora leaving has nothing to do with me. If Izora's sister leaves it means she still has the honor of being a woman."

Saira's words further enraged Aksa. He felt Saira was making fun of her lover and it made him furious. Unknowingly he slaps Saira's cheek violently until Saira loses her balance and falls to the floor. The pain in his leg became more and more when he returned sprained.

"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 slap you, don't kick your leg so don't have to drama!"

He'll be out of there soon. However, his steps came to a halt as Saira's body lay helplessly on the floor.

 

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