Weak Wife Becomes Strong

Memories of the Past

Aksa stared fixedly at the face that had an extraordinary allure. I don't know, he was confused thinking about it. How could he be so comfortable seeing the face of the cold woman who was now in front of him. He was a little disappointed when his hand was greeted by the secretary of this girl. But he hid it.

"What else is Mr Aksa?"

A voice capable of shaking Aksa's soul. There was something roaring inside him.

"Have we met before?" ask Aksa directly at her goal. Saira looked a little shocked at Alsa's words. But as much as possible he set the look of his face so as not to be obvious.

"I'm sorry, sir. This is the first time we've met!"

"Why, it's like I've met you a long time ago." The sentence just slid from Aksa's mouth. Saira was a little worried, she was afraid that Alsa would recognize her. But how could it be, that man never loved her.

"You're right, this is our first meeting. Sorry for being so rude."

Aksa's face looked very sad. Saira has not been able to go through the details of each room. His eyes slowly touched each curve until he was glued to a medium-sized photograph, hanging firmly on the wall. He knows who is there. Aksa noticed his gaze and smiled.

"She's my wife" she said lovingly. Even Saira could feel it.

"You must love him very much" said Saira flatly.

Aksa shook her head, it made Saira feel hurt. However, Aksa's reply made Saira seem a little to feel the man's sadness.

"The word is not enough to describe how much I love her. She is a good wife and always fulfills her responsibilities. But as a husband, I've never deserved him." a sad sentence.

"Every day I always give her flowers."

Saira looked shocked to hear that. Aksa had been to her tomb all this time. A question that could only be answered if he saw it in person. He slightly smiled a thin smile.

"Sorry, for telling you this. I don't know why there's an impulse that makes me do it." Aksa seemed to rub a little the tip of her eye and Saira realized that.

He himself does not want to comment on more things, because for him Saira and Aksa is a painful past. He must be able to bury everything deeply. He remembered his family. There were many longings stored in a corner in his heart. However, his heart always felt pain when it again remembered everything. How painful it is to struggle alone in the midst of relatives. The pain heals the wound when the husband stalls next to him. How tormenting he was when his presence had always been considered to exist by no one.

His emotions become unstable because of that, Saira immediately excused herself and came out from there with mixed feelings. Alyne approached him and they immediately descended. The painful throb was still resounding, the wounds were rushing through it nonstop.

"Alyne, accompany me to someone's grave."

Alyne was astonished. He asked Saira nothing. He followed wherever the girl took him. Saira visits a tomb where her body was buried for the last time. Why did he know about his own tomb, all this time he contacted someone to find out about this. When Saira arrives at the public funeral, she orders Alyne to wait for her in the car. He went there himself. The distance is not too far either.

Alyne saw from a distance the figure of Saira who was seen visiting one of the tombs filled with fresh flowers. Saira himself stared at the tomb he was approaching. Filled with fresh flowers. With trembling hands, he touched the tombstone inscribed with his name. Tears just escaped, he did not expect God still gave him life through the bodies of others. In fact, they had never met before.

"You suffered a lot Saira, even during your marriage, never once did you feel happy. I promise you, I'll make you happy Saira."

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