Hayam sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at his wife's face that looked tired and puffy under the eyes.
Hayam's fingers moved to rub it. He could feel the remnants of his wife's tears trailing down his cheeks.
"You've helped me a lot, Honey," Hayam said hoarsely. His heart still felt torn apart playing memories at the trial earlier.
Hayam wished he could be better but the situation was pathetic. The people around him did not fully help him in totality. Only Vania worked hard to help him get out of prison.
Hayam rose from his seat. He took a basin of warm water and a clean towel. The man cleaned Vania's face to make it look fresher.
Vania woke up feeling a splash of warm water touching her cheek. Her eyes blinked and she was surprised to see Hayam was already in front of her.
Vania's fear and guilt immediately engulfed her. She wasn't ready to meet Hayam yet.
