After doing check ups on Airen, the nurse gave the healthcare advice before finally leaving.
Muren comforts his wife with assuring words, telling her that everything will be alright.
"I would really love to have at least two children with me," She sadly said in a low tone.
A lonely smile cracked between Muren's chapped lips. "Do not worry, my love. We shall still be happy. If this must be our fate, we will go through it together. Coen would still be with us, right?"
"Of course."
Although things ended peacefully like that, ever since Airen knew about her infertility, she had gotten more and more sullen and depressed. The things she normally does with passion and hard work became filled with lethargy and indolence.
Her actions and behavior decreased and she would seldom even show a pleasant expression.
She would frown for longer hours and stare at space whilst taking care of her child, Coen.
The whole village had taken notice of her actions, thus leading the neighborhood with unpleasant gossip.
They would sometimes talk about Muren who allegedly failed to be a loving father for the beautiful woman.
Airen would sloppily kiss her husband goodbye during the labor and would oftentimes ignore him during the break time she was allowed to bring them foods to eat.
She would then take the laundry to the riverside, wash the clothes while taking care of Coen with her, and dry them with utmost lethargy. They took notice of their mundane things and how it used to be cheerful.
The neighborhood could not directly ask about what had happened to her, but it was pretty obvious to see that things had changed.
They speculated various things such as her husband not paying attention to her more or that she had fallen out of love already or that a married life had taken a heavy toll on her resulting in an unhappy life.
In the end, no matter what scenario they fabricate in their mind, Airen's actions seemed quite alarming for the villagers. And naturally, her own husband was as confused and concerned with her.
Things ended on a good note, so it was difficult for a man to understand the woman's complicated mind.
At night, Muren would go to the other world, reaching her hand in, but she would not enter.
It was as if she was denying herself the entry to that beautiful world to succumb painfully at her miserable reality.
This pained her husband a lot, since he truly loves her with all his heart.
He would sometimes caress her smooth, white arms in a comforting gesture and whisper sweet nothings to her. She would then tear up and silently sob to avoid getting in trouble with the rounding guards from outside.
Despite being completely brokenhearted, Airen made sure she would not cause trouble.
She cried quietly and endured the aching depression by herself without even depending on her husband to heal her.
She was only concerned with herself and the happiness that she was expecting.