Extra Part

Several months later...

I was staring at Axe with an infected hand, next to him was Oracle, walking towards me. He had a baby in his arms. His head kept lowering to watch our daughter's face endlessly. A perfect smile completed Axe's happiness. His efforts to serve me when I was craving for something had paid off, as he was finally reunited with his child in person.

I remember forcing Axe to make me roti canai, an Asian specialty, with his own hands. Axe could cook, but had no idea about that kind of food, but at the crack of dawn, I kept pushing him to get up to be an impromptu chef for his daugther's wish.

It was a struggle to wake Axe up when he was exhausted after touching me relentlessly. It's his own fault for never being satisfied. Little did I know that his son would suddenly want something.

Even though he had to, Axe did his duty. That time, with his eyes half open. He reached for the cell phone on the nightstand, digging into