Double-role

CHAPTER 1

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"Please marry Mas Azam, Alina. Ma'am please."

A request from a wife buzzing in hearing. Alina Inayah, a 24-year-old woman, was silent. Her iris continued to notice the weak smile of the woman lying on top of the hospital gurney. Infusion hoses, heart detection devices, sharing a variety of medical devices into a buffer.

The smell of drugs penetrates the sense of smell. Alina was unable to say anything. His tongue was muddy with speech stuck in his throat. What he had just heard was like an arrow shot on target.

Not in that way Alina wants to let go of her bachelor time. Marriage is one of his main goals. Complement half the religion and promise before God to live together towards the path of good.

But not by being the third person in someone else's household.

"But Ms. Yasmin. Mas Azam husband, Ma'am. What are you thinking?" Alina did not groan with the woman's thoughts.

Yasmin Zakiyyah, the person who had offered her to marry smiled weakly. The hand of the 29-year-old woman adorned with an extended infusion hose held her hand warm. Alina continued to watch her pale face closely.

"Know. That's why I'm asking you to marry him" she explained.

Alina's brownish iris rolled looking at the pair of netra soot that was watching them from earlier.

Rusdyan Azam Zabran, a man in his 30s, returned his gaze. As fast as lightning Alina instantly released eye contact with him and returned to Yasmin. One slab was given, Alina did not understand why things became runyam like this.

For many years he knew Azam, an only child from the Zabran family of professional businessmen in the capital Jakarta. Alina also knew Yasmin quite well who was still looking at her with pleading eyes.

"You know, Mommy has leukemia? I don't know when that spinal cord donor will be around. I hope before it's too late, before everything happens. Please marry Mas Azam." Yasmin obviously made Alina unable to hold back tears. The clear liquid just slid down both of his cheeks. Quickly he removed it violently and did not want to show pity.

"But, ak-"

"You'll marry me in 2 weeks. Prepare yourself for that." Baritone's voice interrupted their conversation.

Alina and Yasmin turned to Azam who was walking closer. His gaze still pointed at Alina seriously. The woman hurriedly looked over.

"I beg you to accept this proposal. I want to marry you, Alina. The day after tomorrow, I'll propose to you in front of mom" he said again.

Alina could not tell the answer now. He slowly let go of Yasmin's hand and said, "give me time." After that, he left the treatment room.

"Mas. Do you think this will work? I want to see Mas marry Alina. I can't go quietly if Mas's alone." Oceh Yasmin who now holds her husband's hand tightly.

Azam replied gently. A warm smile was present on that handsome face. He crouched beside the bed of his wife with one hand stroking the top of his hijab head.

"You don't worry, everything's gonna be okay. Don't say no, honey."

The low-pitched voice swept over Yasmin's hearing. She was grateful to have a patient and understanding husband like Azam. A warm kiss landed on his forehead. The smile of the two became a thrilling sight for an Alina who was watching their togetherness outside the room.

Behind the glassy door Alina could see how the eyes of loving eyes were stirring with each other. Which woman's heart is not broken when watching the romanticization of the household right in front of her eyes after the wedding request took place.

The tears just kept flowing unbearably. He held his mouth firmly hoping that the sobbing did not come out.

Feeling played or lied to? Alina did not understand the situation.

Yesterday's days are still vividly remembered in memory. How considerate and long-sighted an Azam was towards his wife. Similarly with Yasmin, despite enduring the pain she can still spread a sweet smile.

Alina did not expect that on the seventh day of her friendship with the couple delivered unexpected news.

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This afternoon the sky looks grey. Black clouds gathered together blocked the twilight that sometimes gave him happiness. Slowly the rainwater trickle accompanied Alina's departure. After he left the hospital he went to his hometown. With a fairly long distance he took the bus to commute.

There are not many people in the vehicle. Alina could freely vaporize the erratic feeling in the chest. The sound of the sky rumbling and the big tires rubbing against the asphalt was mutual. Race each other who can get rid of the chaos.

"Oh Allah, help the servant in dealing with this matter. What should I do?" murmured in his mind.

Finally, after a journey of approximately 2 hours, Alina arrived at a simple building where she grew up. Freckle after speck of rain water still wet the arid soil. He also ran from the stop to the house.

Not long after the door opened, several children welcomed his arrival.

"Assalamu'alaikum, keep coming home," he said later.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, teteh." The boy's screams are compact.

They immediately connected it like welcoming the arrival of a mother. There are 10 kids there. Six boys and four girls. There were also three girls and two young men. A total of 15 people approached him. Alina displayed a bright smile as the babbles from them continued to buzz.

"Kids, let's change clothes first." The frail voice of the middle-aged woman intruded.

They spread like ants losing sugar. "Mother, Alina's home." He walked over and shook the hand of the shriveled, wide-hijab woman.

"Eum, what's wrong?" a mother's heart cannot be lied to even if they have no blood relation. "Ahh these children are almost maghrib ready to teach." He continued to make them nod compactly and obey the orders of the mother.

After their departure, the two women who were adrift by the age difference were quite large sitting side by side in a wooden chair. The hand that was always warm grabbed him continued to grasp without letting go.

"Yasmin's mother asked Alina to marry Mas Azam. Earlier, Mas Azam said the day after tomorrow he would come here to meet with his mother," he explained later.

"Yes Allah. Son, although I am not a biological parent, but rest assured that as someone who raised you, I understand this situation. Son, Yasmin asked you to marry her husband for no particular purpose. But he wants the best. Maybe this is God's best plan for you, son. To get out of this parlor and find a better life."

Alina could not hold back her tears anymore. He immediately scattered himself to embrace the body is not young anymore. "Mother Aminah will always be my parents. Even though my father and mother are gone, I am grateful to be able to get Mother Aminah as their replacement."

"Mom's happy to hear that. Forget the past, honey. And for the wedding later assume you return the favor to Mas Azam because he has become a regular donor like his parents." Hearing this, Alina was surprised.

"True mother said. From my small parents Mas Azam has always been a donor to this home. Even now it has been continued by him. Oh, my God." Monologue in silence.

...Alina Inayah's...

...The Rusdyan Azam Zabran...

...Yasmin Zakiyyah's...

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