Weak Wife Becomes Strong

Broken Cry

Saira cried in silence, she walked slowly towards the four of them while removing her headgear and mask.

"Mama ...," he said in a choked voice.

The four of them who were joking were startled by a voice. Wawa glanced to his right and was a little surprised. Aksa and Izora who were holding hands stared at Saira flatly. There was no guilt at all imprinted in the eyes of the two, whereas her in-laws stared cynically.

"Well, are you here?" ask Wawa flatly. He was disappointed with his little daughter. The daughter he was proud of had incised wounds in his heart as well as in the heart of his own brother.

"Go see a friend, Ma."

Wawa again focused his attention on the food presented in front of him. Now her in-laws are staring in dislike at her. To him, only Izora was worthy to accompany her son instead of Saira. In Melly's eyes, Saira was nothing more than a bully.

There, Saira stood clumsy. His eyes met a glance with Aksa who was looking at him sharply. Then it turned to Izora who was looking at him cynically. Slowly he withdrew from there without saying goodbye. As soon as it turned around, tears immediately seeped down her cheeks. His breathing choked, as if many hands were suffocating him from behind.

He walked into a lake, his pain no longer restrained. Everything he loves now hates him.

"Papa you won't listen to him. You're calm" said Wawa, calming his daughter's anger.

As the mother of his two daughters, he was already evil to one of his daughters. However, all he did was because of his unstoppable disappointment. Her daughter Izora even once injured herself after her second daughter's wedding took place. For that he promised to make his daughter happy no matter how.

"Yes, Honey. Papa hates Saira. He wouldn't dare to fuck around."

Aksa chimed in with a calming smile.

From a distance, a man clenched his hands tightly. His eyes looked a little red. He hated his brother's actions in the past. But he doesn't like it if his family hurts his own brother Saira—. He left there angry.

His gaze seemed empty, slowly he drew closer to the lips of the lake. He entered slowly still with a blank look. The cold water of the lake did not make him retreat. Not even felt at all. He just wanted to go as far as he could to remove the wound.