Weak Wife Becomes Strong

New Charm

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.

"Why smile?" asked Lena while carrying a cup of tea and thrusting it towards Aksa.

"Who smiles" he said, accepting the cup and putting it on the table.

"That was, you were as comfortable as smiling alone." seduced Lena while picking up a snack that was in the jar.

"Sok knows," said Aksa. He took the cup and sipped it slowly.

The two of them were silent for a moment enjoying the taste they were trying to immerse themselves in. Lena glanced at Aksa who seemed to be laying down her body onto the sofa body. He closed his eyes and saw a lot of murat created. Lena knew every time Aksa did that, her mind was wandering around Saira.

"When do you want to be like this?" lena asked quietly and looked at Aksa seriously. He did not want to see his sister as lifeless. Her physique was laughing but Lena knew there was a wound stored inside.

Aksa got up from the body of the sofa and exhaled slowly.

"I repeat first, sometime if you need another babysitter call me."

Aksa immediately stood up and passed from there. Lena looked at Aksa's back and sighed softly. "At least look for a woman who can reduce your injuries."

Aksa waved her hand and immediately disappeared behind the door. He immediately ran a white audi towards his residence. On the way he remembered Lena's words. He could move on from his sadness. Even the sense of it seemed endless at all, he had to torment her.

Aksa has arrived in front of his white residence. The mansion he previously lived in with Saira. It used to be very lively and bright, but now it's all gone since Saira's departure. The house also lost the owner who willingly took care of it. He pressed a remote to open the gate and entered after retouching. He immediately went into the garage.

"Today was exhausting, but also very pleasant."

He opened the door and entered, he was always greeted with emptiness and silence. If ever, Saira always stood up and smiled welcoming him. Now, only a gust of night wind came and stroked the fine feather in his hand.

"Honey, this house will be a living terrace while you are here, maybe this house will also be filled with the sound of our child's laughter."

Aksa fell on the sofa, always and repeatedly, this became his routine after returning to work. The crying always filled the room. Every time his eyes scoured the entire room, Saira's shadow was ignored and clearly twisted. Saira's cry, Saira's invitation full of pleas that she had always ignored, now there was nothing she could feel but regret.

A call breaks his daydream over past events, he reaches into his pocket and sees the name of the caller.

"What's wrong?" ask Aksa slowly.

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