Double-role

CHAPTER 10

Three days after the incident Alina continued to look cold. No matter where he was, there was no smile on his face. Azam understood with the disappointment carried by his second wife. He is guilty of being so guilty of inflicting deep wounds.

The rainy season in November delivers endless inner wounds. The smell of pain was so stinging when water droplets from the sky fell soaking the ground. A flower that loses its honey essence cannot bloom beautifully anymore. The bee gives off immense pain.

The dual role is still inherent in an Alina. He still does his job as a good wife and mother. However, the warm glare of eyes disappeared within him. Alina was not much different from a lifeless puppet.

But when she was alone, tears flowed nonstop.

As it is now, Alina is back alone in her private room crying and crying again. Without permission to break down the door of his heart, giving him a bloodless wound.

"Meeting with mas Azam is not a coincidence, but has become a provision. God gives wounds, there is a cure. But still, it hurts so much. I know there is no love for him. O Allah, if these feelings only invite endless wounds, then heal them. However, if the taste is best for the servant, then strengthen it," said Alina.

No tears are everlasting, all have an end. However, when still in the phase it is not easy to pass. Believe that God's scenario is never wrong to be outlined to any of His servants.

A few moments later, the door of his room was knocked on by someone. Alina hurriedly wiped away the trail of tears and moved from there.

"Sadah?" call her when she finds her babysitter there.

"I want to let you know if you're home" he explained.

"Well, I'll be there."

Sarah retreated, saying in her mind, "would Alina cry again? It's been three days did he do the same? What exactly is going on? Ahh, I can't interfere in other people's households,"

Not long after that Alina came out of the room and walked closer to Azam. The man was sitting leaning against the couch in the living room. He slightly gasped when he found Alina suddenly crouching in front of him.

His second wife always did the same thing, taking off her work shoes. In silence he watched Alina closely. Swollen eyes, flushed nose, pale lips and sweat sprung up at his temples.

Azam knitted both eyebrows realizing the wife's change.

"You sick?" He asked as he put his hand on the woman's forehead.

Alina jumped to feel the touch of her husband's warm hand. The shadow three days ago came back into his head. Like a fright, he took a few steps back by shaking his head a few times. His body shook violently to make Azam get up from sitting down.

"Alina," she called.

Both hands were stretched out to catch the frail body of the wife. Alina further distanced herself, not wanting the painful events of the day to return. Until his right leg slips and makes him fall just like that.

"Iina."

As fast as lightning he clasped the petite figure of his second wife into a warm embrace.

At once Alina also revolted trying to escape from Azam's confinement. He came back crying, roaring releasing the tightness in his chest. Azam patiently rubbed the top of his head and several times put a warm kiss there.

"sorry. I'm really sorry, I hurt you like this. Don't cry anymore, it's hurting me too."

Azam's voice rang out as he continued to give a warm kiss on the top of his second wife's head. Alina was still crying incessantly letting the tears take over the pain in her heart. At least this can reduce his suffering as a mother and wife.

The dual role he played after the word legitimately said made him continuously get injured. Unappreciated as a wife makes her such a worthless item. Just to prevent the unwanted things Alina married a man named Azam. His life changed 180 degrees. He thought that after marriage, his life would be happy. However, it turns out that it is only in return. Azam and his family have been very good to Alina and also the residents of the orphanage.

Alina, a child of kara only rely on the compassion of the mother of the orphanage and also the donor. It is clear that the road through it is so full of twists and now increasing wounds. The love present in his heart ushered in helplessness.

Alina was already in love with Azam before the man married Yasmin.

"I loved you so much before Mas Azam knew Yasmin. I'm not wrong, I don't feel guilty for this feeling. Why should I bear the wound? What have I done, Mom? Is loving you the biggest mistake?" alina made Azam sculpt.

The black-bladed head with the neat cut shook its head several times. Azam recalled his first meeting with Alina. The quiet girl who hid her sweet smile made her want to be friends with him.

Childhood has its own story for both of them, until time takes away the togetherness of Azam and Alina. The difference in age of 6 years makes Alina think of him as an older sister. As they grew older, strange feelings began to surround their innermost hearts. Alina was aware of this and just kept her alone. He was self-aware of their vastly different status.

"Have you liked me before?" tanya Azam made the woman in his arms nod confidently.

"O Allah, what have I done? I'm really sorry, Alina. I've hurt women as good as you."

Again, an apology was said from behind Azam's charming lips. Alina did not say anything just listening to her husband's heartbeat. His voice was so conciliatory, only the first time he could feel it. Debaran the person he loved the most.

"If loving you is a mistake, then I'm ready to endure it. But now he is my husband." Alina said while gripping Azam's clothes tightly.

"You're completely innocent, Alina. I'm so grateful that feeling came to you. Here I'm wrong, it's put you in the wrong position."

Azam admitted that, however, he desperately needed the existence of Alina to help him take care of the household. But, was that feeling to him as well? Alina was still waiting for the next words from her husband, but until a while Azam did not say anything more.

Alina could only immerse her watery face in the chest of her husband's field. Instantly the clear liquid returned to flow without being prevented. Without sobbing made the wound in his heart even more gaping. I don't know, Alina just let her husband continue to clutch his body that was very tired. Let now time run and their state stop for a while. In that warm embrace there was only the roar of the heart beating in rhythm.