Double-role

CHAPTER 103 (Season 2)

The moon changed again, Alina's new activities began to make her accustomed. Doubles as a mother and father are doing quite well.

Although raising a child is not easy, a mother will do her best for her baby.

Because life is sometimes not spared from the stigmas of others that are sometimes not fundamental to reality.

Single parent status is like a disgrace that sometimes gets scorn and words not wearing. However, Alina was ready with all the risks, because they could only see without feeling.

Just like this mother. A one-pointed, stocky woman eating cake in her shop.

From his arrival the woman continued to babble saying things that invited her injuries.

"Eh, Nak Alina you should be grateful to have a rich husband who wants to finance you. Why would you want to live hard to bone alone raising a child? Moreover, children also need a father in growing up," he chanted while busy inserting cookies.

Alina who was standing in front of him as she clasped the tray smiled at a glance. He did not expect when his statement about the new status got such words.

"That's no problem, Mom. For me living alone is more reconciling than having to be tormented. Because I believe that Allah will surely give a fortune to every servant of His who will try," Alina replied to the delicacy of the woman.

"Whatever, you'll regret it too. So, the widow is not good. There are approaching must be an itchy woman, especially those who come are people's husbands," he said.

"I'm sure I can take care of my izzah and marwah as a woman. Then excuse me." Alina nodded at a glance and retreated from before him.

Upon arriving at the cashier he found Zara looking dislike towards the visitor. His reddish lips pursed while glaring sharply.

"Basar women do not know anything, eat well just eat. Don't advise people if they don't know what they've been through. She was-" Zara's words came to a halt as Alina pinched her lips slowly.

"Syut, don't go on. Shame on our hijab, whatever people say go ahead. Because they have the right to speak and we also have the right not to listen" he replied, releasing a hand from Zara's mouth.

The pink-veiled woman nodded slowly and widened her smile. "You're right, people want to say whatever it is up to. Because the ones who live us are not them."

"That's right, let's get back to work," he asked Zara.

In a different place, in a magnificent mansion belonging to the Zulfan family all the members of the family consisting only of the father, mother, and child were sitting together.

It's like having an important meeting they're so serious. Madam and Mr. Zulfan took the time to listen to what the son was about to say.

"Well, Pah for two months I've been deepening my religion and even wanted to go further. Now I realize that true love is picked up the right way too. I-"

"So what do you want to say?" tanya Farras cut the words of her son.

"So I want to say .. I want to propose to someone. For a few months I have been determined to do it. He's-"

"He's pretty? What family's son? Is he someone Mamah or Papah knows? What's-her-name? Which one is he?" ask the mother of streaks.

"WHAT? Single parent? Aren't you wrong? The woman you love is a single mother? Zabran? Is the child a descendant of the Zabran family whose only son was exposed to the case?" ask Moana in a row again.

Without dodging Zaidan nodded in agreement to all of the questions. Ayan and her mother looked at each other as their lips opened slightly.

"What do you see of this woman?" Now her father asked again.

"Although far from being a luxury he has changed me for the better. The words he often spoke had brought me closer to the creator. Alina, a great woman .. a strong woman is able to stand strong in the face of all the problems that befall her. I've never met a woman like her."

"I've loved it since first sight. I thought it wrong to love someone's wife, but now they're separated. Alina's marriage to Azam isn't okay. I want to protect and bring happiness to her. Because from him I learned to appreciate life and continue to draw closer to God alone."

"As time went on, I thought the feeling would fade by itself, but. The feeling grew stronger and stronger. I don't want this feeling to trap me into anything bad."

"Therefore, Mah, Pah allow me to propose."

Zaidan expressed the deepest feeling that had been felt. Both his mother and father did not expect that his only son could say he was an adult according to his current age.

The attitude of childishness that often thirsts for a party instantly disappears. They believe that the woman named Alina really changed it.

The words that Zaidan expressed must have had an effect on Alina. Smile also expands on the beautiful face of the mother.

Moana got up from her seat and immediately approached her baby. The warm hand held tightly onto Zaidan's fingers. The owner turned his head in wonder, his firm forehead shrinking while looking at his mother.

"Then let Papah and Mamah meet him." The statement instantly formed a perfect circle in the Zaidan bead.

"Do you really want to meet Alina?" tanyanya looked at them again.

Farras and Moana nodded convincingly. "Because Mamah wants to see ..which woman has changed Mamah's son for the better" he explained again.

"Dad was curious too. Because for the first time you were so passionate and serious about a woman. Is it really this woman named Alina who changed you?" his father again.

Zaidan nodded his spirit and immediately kissed the back of his mother's hand deep. "Thank you, Mah, Pah. I'll meet you soon. Pray for me so I can convince him if this feeling isn't playful."

Farras looked at the son seriously. "You're so grown up to be in love. If you consider this woman the best then take it seriously. If you just want to mess around it is better not to. You're old enough to be a father."

"This time I'm not messing around, Pah. I really want to marry her. I realized my age was very mature and even deserved a seven-year-old. I will not tremble and waver. Because this feeling is true and real" he said again.

His father and mother looked at each other again as they widened their smiles. They can breathe a sigh of relief if in the end the son can find the mooring of his heart.

...Seriate......