Weak Wife Becomes Strong

Frame

Aksa looked back at the photo of Saira hanging beautifully in her room. Then he took a small frame from inside his drawer. A smile that calms the soul of lara who is always gnawing without end.

It gently caresses the frame. Every time it happened, every time he remembered Saira, tears were still coming down unintentionally.

"Darling, sorry I didn't visit you today, I'm so busy. I hope you are not angry."

He kissed the old frame and wiped the tears that had escaped. After feeling calm, he resumed his work.

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"Pa, Mama's going to Saira's grave, Mama misses her."

"Mama's condition has not recovered, Papa must have allowed Mama there but wait healthy first ya." Andri softly persuaded. He also wanted to visit his daughter's grave. However, the condition of his wife is not possible to do all that. At least he had to wait until he was fully recovered.

"No, Pa. Mama's gone." she walked slowly towards her husband with a wailing face. "Mama kangen with Saira."

Andri exhaled softly and cuddled in the end. If it is forbidden it is also free because his wife is very eager and does not want to be denied at all.

"Mama get ready and then we'll go there."

Wawa smiled happily, there was a feeling of happiness for whatever reason. He felt as if he was about to see something that calmed his heart and soul. They left as soon as Wawa got ready.

On the way, Saira tells Alyne to stop to buy a flower that Saira loves all her life. But it was never given by Aksa, but after he left, the man always put Saira's favorite flower there. The corner of Saira's lips lifted looking at all that.

"Saira, are you calm there? Are you happy now?" saira asked while laughing. How funny it was when he greeted and asked his own grave.

"Be careful, Ma." Andri faithfully drove his wife to a meal not far from where they are today.

Alyne greeted them politely as their eyes met each other.

"Pilgrimage too?" ask Wawa gently.

Alyne only nodded softly because she did not understand their words at all. Andri saw there was someone who seemed to be pilgrim to the tomb of the princess huh. He frowned confused. No one has ever visited her daughter's grave, let alone a girl.

"Saira, I go home first yes," said Saira and stepped away from there.

His eyes sat with two people he once referred to as mother and father. There was a longing inside there that was stirring and he wanted to immediately scatter into the arms of the two. But the last shadow before he died revolved around his head. Small requests that are ignored, reviled, humiliated and ostracized. His smile that was about to expand slowly receded and his eyes flashed coldly to the two. He just passed by, then his steps came to a halt when a voice asked.

"Sorry, Son. We saw you pilgrimage to our daughter's grave, did you know her?" ask Andri slowly.

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