Weak Wife Becomes Strong

Pined

"Yes, come on!" take her gently and they walk towards her car.

"Let's go home!" take Alyne when the clock has turned five. Saira opened her eyes and nodded slowly. They got up from there and walked towards the parked car not far from there.

A little boy who was running, hit Saira to the point of falling, ice cream that he was carrying spilled on Saira's feet. The girl aligned high with the little girl.

"Are you hurt?" saira asked softly. The little girl nodded.

"No, Brother. But I've spilled the ice cream to Brother's feet. I don't want to be scolded." the sobbing was small and it made Saira smile.

"Sister won't scold you, let's get up and buy some more ice cream." Saira smiles.

"But what about the dirty feet of my sister" he said sadly.

"It's okay, later his legs can be cleaned. Come on!" take Saira while holding a little girl who he thought was six years old.

Alyne looked amazed at the sight. He looked back at the other side of his boss. He thought his cold figure was applicable to all living beings. But apparently not, his heart was also very gentle towards children. She was afraid that Saira would curse or scold thankfully her worries did not occur.

"Mai!" call a voice she is very familiar with. His heart is racing. Does that man recognize her now.

He turned around and Aksa seemed to approach the two of them.

"Darling, why did you disappear in front of Papa. Papa's gonna freak out."

Again, Saira's heart skipped a beat when she heard Aksa calling the little girl she was carrying by mentioning herself as Papa. Is that guy getting married now. The question ran through his head.

"Papa, Ai had poured ice cream on this brother's leg." he looked sad again.

"Mr Evelyn, sorry for my daughter's actions. Honey come on over here!" The girl grabbed Aksa's helping hand and turned into her sling.

Saira still seemed to be silent and digested everything. He did not intend to reply to Aksa's words.

"Sir, here's the ice cream." a salesman held out ice cream at Saira.

"It's the ice cream, don't run around again it could be dangerous."

"Thank you beautiful Auntie, as good as the late Mama Saira." chirped the boy who made Saira's step suddenly stop. He asked what the meaning of the child's words was. Why she calls herself Mama.

Aksa himself seemed to be exhaling slowly. Back, Saira didn't bully him. He didn't know what his fault was until the girl was always cold to him.

"Saira, let's get the wielder! Mama must have been waiting at home."

Aksa stepped away from there, leaving a thousand questions in Saira's mind. Who is the woman that Mama mentioned by Aksa. The man is married to Izora. Ah, considering Izora, he was sure that now the two would have been married.

"Maybe I'm the only one destined to live this long." she whispered and left the park.

Aksa continued to think about Saira, especially when she saw the smile she gave Saira—putri from her older cousin who was very familiar with her. He deliberately gave the name Saira to remind him always to the wife he had not had time to love during his life. However, that smile, reminded Aksa of the smile Saira had not seen for a long time.

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