Weak Wife Becomes Strong

The Face of Peace (SR)

Aksa stared at the figure of the woman who had now closed her eyes for good. Her pale, peaceful face managed to make the corner of her heart scream full of regret. All his treatment rotated like a filWINA three times fainted. Like Aksa— they also do not escape regret. As a mother, Wawa felt that she had failed to be a good mother to her daughter. He remembered, last time his Saira asked for a hug. However, he showered her with the word spicy.

"Darling don't stay in Mama! Mama promised to repeat the happy times that Mama never gave. Open your eyes, son. Let's open up, Mama promised to love you. You ask to be hugged, Mama will hug you every day, but you have to wake up baby. Don't punish Mom like this."

Izora was forced to sit in a wheelchair due to her unstable condition. Danu and Andri were only able to cry in silence. The hearts of the two screamed in pain as Saira's body lay stiff.

"Sir, the body can already be salted," said someone from behind.

"No! My son is alive. Please don't bury him, he'll wake up! Believe me, he only slept because he was tired." he cried loudly.

Andri approached his wife. Footsteps that are usually firm, facial features that are usually arrogant. Now all that remains is fragility. He sat next to Wawa who was still crying. He even remembered his last words. God has really granted his word. His daughter is one and Saira keeps her promise. That made Andri very sorry about his words.

"Ma, please love our daughter" he said in a trembling tone.

"No, Pa. Our daughter is alive. My Saira's gonna wake up soon." the ringing is slow.

Izora and Danu couldn't see the destruction of her mother. Wawa still could not accept Saira's departure. He has not pleased his Saira.

"Ma, please take Saira." persuade Danu gently. His black bead stared regretfully at the peaceful face of the younger brother whom he had ignored his presence all this time just because of the problems that occurred between his two younger siblings. As a Big Brother, he should not side with one person, he should be wise to embrace both..

Saira's body was immediately lifted by several people to the mosque to be prayed. Hysterical and then fainted. Danu immediately took her to the room. While Andri went to the mosque where his daughter would be salatkan.

Saira's funeral was over despite being dramatic. However, both Aksa and Andri still decided to be there.

"Darling, forgive Papa Nak. This old man is not a good figure for you to call Papa." the voice trembled with sadness and regret.

Aksa held back his stuffing from coming out. He wanted to scream to express his regret. He wants a proper reply to his treatment. But it's not a loss like this.

"Pa, don't cry anymore. Later Papa is sick." Aksa's sweat gently.

Andri wiped her tears slowly. Then he looked at Aksa briefly. He passed from there after saying goodbye to his son-in-law.

"Dear."

For the first time he called Saira affection. Things he never did when his wife was alive.

"I'm sorry, this regret is excruciating. Punish me dear but don't punish me like this." Aksa took her breath slowly. The distress blocked his heart space.

One thing he realized too late. Saira had already reigned in her heart. However, he arrogantly rejected the reality. Aksa hugs the mound of the navel the final resting place of the woman he loves.