Weak Wife Becomes Strong

Remembering the Past

A week after Rita's funeral. Aksa is back to work as usual. His project with Saira is also almost complete. Today he decided to take a day off to calm his disheveled-looking mind. He laid his body on a kingsize bed. His wife used to love to occupy this bed. Even Aksa always wears a pillow along with bolsters without ever washing it. He was afraid that if washed all Saira's memories would disappear.

"Darling, I miss you so much."

He looked up at the ceiling and his memory rolled back to a time where he always cursed his wife. Saira makes no mistakes at all. How cruel he was in the past. Now Aksa realized the saying. Don't hate something too much because you won't hate it forever.

He decided to sleep because he was very tired of the memories he was trying to dig up. There was nothing fun he left as a memento of the future.

"I beg Saira, get away from me! I don't want to see you again!"

His smiling face looked towards Aksa who was pleading in fragility. He hides all his pain to make those around him happy.

"I'll do it, don't be sad anymore! Your smile will be back soon, brother."

Her body slowly disappeared behind the thick fog and Aksa was awakened from her dream with a hunting breath. He rubbed his hair rough. The dream kept repeating itself and made him unable to sleep. He got up and washed his face.

"I'm the stupidest man in the world!" his breath long.

On the other hand, Saira was wanting to share with the orphanage children. It was a routine activity he did. He asked the neighborhood, if where he could find the nearest orphanage. After getting his address, he immediately went there with Alyne and brought with him some of the food he had packed.

"Good afternoon, Mother. Can I help you?" ask someone as soon as they get to the front of the parlor.

"We came here to give this food to the children in order to share."

The old woman smiled and told them to go in to see the caretaker of the orphanage. They were there welcomed by them and were welcome to sit down. Some children ran towards them.

"Mama" said one of those estimated to be five years old.

His gloomy face made Saira unbearable, he told the girl to sit beside him.

"I'm sorry for everything ma'am" Ida said.

"No problem Mom, earlier introduce me Evelyn and this is my secretary Alyne."

"I'm Ida, the caretaker of this parlor."

"If you can shit, what is the name of the replacement. You see, in front of me, I can't see his name." Saira said kindly.

"Saira Kasih's house, Mom."

Hearing the name of this parlor, made Saira's heart beat. What does the name mean here. Or it's just a coincidence. His mind kept wondering.

"Who is the owner of this home, ma'am? His name is foreign to me." asked Saira.

"Ah, this is a home that was established by someone to commemorate his late wife. He said his wife really likes children and homes."

Back, Saira felt the name of the parlour was her name. "Do you know the name of the owner?"

"Sir Aksa, Ma'am."

"Okay, thank you so much." Saira smiled and still did not expect Aksa to build this home in memory of her. Why did the man bother to do all that. The question kept echoing in his head.

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