Her lonely night,

Weekends are the best time to spend at home resting, but since she woke up from sleeping, Safira's face was not bright. She looked at the sofa in front of her bed, which was not far from her bed, and there was no sign of her husband sleeping there last night.

She looked at the clock on the wall; it was already 8 a.m., and there was just her in this room.

"So you didn't come home last night," she muttered to herself, a look of dismay on her face.

She took a big breath in an attempt to clear her throat, but her chest tightened.

Why did her chest feel tight as if it had been hit by a big burden, why should she be disappointed because her spouse was not there last night, why is she sad? all the questions collided in her mind, causing Vira's eyes to stray.

She huffed and massaged the base of her arms, laying her head on her knees, her gaze fixed on the bedroom window, which was still draped. Even so, she could see that the sun was already shining brightly outside.

Why does she feel so disa