Weak Wife Becomes Strong

Wounds and Bruises (THIS HEAD IS IGNORED ONLY)

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's the jamu done anyway?" ask Aksa more to herself.

He immediately walked to the kitchen to get water and a towel and immediately compressed 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. Just the brake part that's 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 is also because you were in an accident. But why not say." sighed Aksa. "So this is why you're 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.

"What, you are such a stupid woman! Obviously I hate you but why do I still survive."

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. Rail did anything for the sake of his ambition."

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

"Who's compressing the bruises? What 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.

"Arg.." slowly ringed. "It looks like it's gotta suck."

He came down with a struggle, resting his hands on the side of the nightstand. Now he is in the fold. With a plan it sucked. Just as he was at the bathroom door. Aksa's figure is seen while carrying breakfast.

 

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