Chapter 22: (Aaira's pov)
29 July, 2025.
The morning light is filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I slowly opened my eyes. The pain in my hands was a dull throb, I heard the gentle murmur of voices outside the room and the soft rustling of curtains.
Moments later, the door creaked open, and two maids entered. They approached my bedside with warm smiles, I just lay there cause I had no energy to sit up.
Maid 1: Good morning, ma'am. We've prepared a bath for you.
I nodded weakly, allowing them to help me sit up. The maids guided me to the bathroom, where a large tub filled with steaming water awaited. The scent of lavender filled the air, soothing my senses. It was reminiscent of the baths I used to take in my time.
The maids assisted me into the tub, their hands gentle as they washed away the remnants of blood and grime from my skin. The warm water enveloped me, easing some of the tension from my muscles. I let myself relax, even if it was just for a bit. As they finished bathing me, one of the maids asked softly.
As the maids bathed me, one of them suddenly asked,
Maid 1: Ma'am, may I ask you something, of you're comfortable.
I just stared at her with wide eyes, What did she want to ask me ?
Maid 1: Dont get me wrong, but.
She took a pause.
Maid 1: Do you have a child?
Startled, I quickly opened my eyes, surprised by the question. She must have noticed something-perhaps the subtle changes that motherhood brings. perhaps the faint lines. She chuckled warmly and continued.
Maid 1: Wow, congratulations! May I ask, how old is your child?
I couldn't help but smile at her question, she seemed to be pregnant herself, she shouldn't work in such a state.
Aaira: He's three.
I replied softly, the thought of Aimin filling me with a bittersweet longing, I want to hug him. The maids exchanged impressed glances. But some of them were worried too.
Maid 3: He's quite big for his age, and you're so young.
I chuckled,
Aaira: Yes, he's growing up so fast.
I said, as my voice cracked slightly. Her curiosity was evident, and I couldn't help but indulge her.
Aaira: He looks exactly like his father.
I added, The maid who had asked the question smiled brightly.
Maid 1: He must be very handsome then.
She said, her tone was light, yet it was teasing. I nodded, but she hasn't seen Jungkook. How could she judge. She doesn't even know who Aimin's father is and what he looks like.
Aaira: Yes, he is.
I whispered, Another maid gently squeezed my shoulder. Why were they being so frank with me ? Jungkook would never like this.
Maid 2: You must miss your son a lot.
She said softly. I nodded, feeling a lump forming in my throat. I just started down.
Aaira: I do.
I admitted, The maids offered sympathetic smiles, their hands working gently but efficiently as they continued bathing me. They shouldn't pity me.
Maid 1: He must be missing you too.
One of them said. I smiled through my tears, nodding. I agreed, he must be missing me too, I can't wait to go back to him. Suddenly the one who had asked me about my son asked me.
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