Double-role

CHAPTER 12

It has been a week since love bloomed in Alina and Azam's household. During that time, the relationship between the two continued to improve. Azam treated Alina like a real wife. No more awkwardness. No more bad treatment that hurts the heart. Every day there is only a smile.

The wounds that were once created fade with time. The dual role is not a burden in an Alina. She can do well thanks to her husband at her side. She became a mother who gave birth to Aqeela.

As of this moment, she was holding the baby girl in the living room. Sarah who was assigned to be a babysitter smiled happily to see the baby in the arms of her mother again. Because all this time only he continued to look after and take care of Aqeela.

"Assalamu'alaikum, I'm home."

Azam came to give a warm kiss on the top of the wife's head and her baby. Alina looked up following the movements of her husband sitting right beside her.

"Want to eat or take a shower?" ask Alina later.

With a smile still framing her handsome face, Azam leaned her body right next to Alina's right ear.

"If I say I want you, how?" soft speech that flowed in his sense of hearing seketia made the two round cheeks reddish.

Alina looked at her horror husband who was grinning without sin. "What did you say? There's Sarah here."

"I knew. That's why I said it slowly."

Alina could not reply to him anymore and bowed her head deeply. Seeing his employer, Sarah also resigned to provide privacy for them.

After Sarah left, Azam immediately attacked his wife. Laughter sounded loud in the room. Never thought Alina would feel the sweetness of the household with Azam. During this week Azam treatment provides comfort. My palace home, Alina has felt it herself.

Alina forgot her identity to be second. However, for now he feels like a priority. Is this what it feels like to be loved by someone we love? Thought Alina at all times to get warm treatment from her husband.

The rainy season that in fact spreads cold and humid air actually provides matchless martyrdom.

"Have you stopped, pity Aqeela. She can get pinched" said Alina trying to stop her husband.

Azam was like a cat that was sticky to his master The man kept hugging Alina and gave a warm kiss on her pretty face.

Hearing that Azam finally let go of his arms and looked at his wife. The smile framed on that handsome face made Alina once again blush. He is still not used to the stuff.

"Why is Mas looking at me like that?" nervous Alina while turning her eyes.

"Why every night I always want you."

Alina's eyeballs are perfectly wide. He kept his head down hiding the thump that kept going too fast. Seeing his reaction Azam smiled happily and then looked down at the baby.

"Darling, you feel it too, right? If Mama Alina is very good and also beautiful," he said.

Alina was glued and quietly watched the husband who was trying to chat with Aqeela. The 3-month-old baby smiled at his father's words, as if he understood what was being said.

"Good boy, son of sholehah. I love you so much, dear." Azam then put a kiss on his daughter's forehead.

"I'm gonna take a shower first."

He got up from sitting and prepared to leave his wife and child. However, before that Alina first denounced him. "I'll get the warm water ready first."

Alina's body stiffened instantly as Azam suddenly just kissed her cheek of lightning. The woman was always taken aback by her husband's sudden actions.

"Thank you" the soft words greeted hearing. "Unfortunately dad, let's go to aunt Sarah first."

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Being in the same bed for the umpteenth time is truly matchless happiness. Plus the presence of Aqeela in the deck makes Alina continuously smile. For 24 years she lived, this time Alina felt the warmth of a family.

The firm hand that was embracing him provided protection. The subtle words become an introductory melody of togetherness. Crisp laughter is occasionally heard when the words contain the cuteness spoken by the husband.

For the moment that passes makes him like himself.

Tears disappear with time and change in joy. I don't know until when, obviously Alina wants to continue to feel it.

"Mas," called.

"Hm?" Azam who was leaning his body on his wife turned his head quickly.

"Thank you," continued Alina making her frown, confused.

Azam then straightened his body and held both of his wife's shoulders to face. As soon as their gazes met, Alina did not understand the actions of her husband could only be silent and wait.

"Not to say thank you."

"Ehh?! Why?"

Alina was surprised to hear Azam's words with a serious mimic. He was afraid something not wearing would happen. His facial water had turned sad making the man teary. In a hurry, he cupped both of his cheeks.

"Don't cry, honey. Don't thank me, because I'm your husband. Among husband and wife there is no such word, because sincere love does not require gratitude. Just trust each other and give affection in return."

Without being able to prevent tears of relief from sliding just like that. Azam used his thumb to gently wipe the clear keristal and then tipped the wife's temple warm.

"I love you."

Two words containing many of these meanings were spoken by Azam. Alina widened her incredulous look to hear the words gliding from her husband's lips. This years of waiting has it really been answered?

He looked up again at the brownish iris before him. "Ma-mas said what?"

"I love you, Alina."

Press it again. The woman still does not know what to react to. It felt as if time had stopped for a moment.

"Flame

"But what about Yasmin?" ask in his mind.

Alina could not say that directly. He did not want to ruin the warm moment with questions that annoyed him. Slowly, Azam took her into a warm embrace.

The sturdy hand gently rubbed the top of the head up to his back many times. Being treated warmly by her husband gives her matchless comfort. Alina was lulled into feeling the touch after touch that Azam gave her.

"All right, for now I can just enjoy it. May Allah nothing happen after this. I am so happy to hear Mas Azam's expression of love, but is it true? A week passed, and we did not discuss Yasmin in any way. What is my husband thinking? Does he really love me? Ahh, Alina don't think no. Didn't you feel his kindness? Mas Azam must have had that feeling for me, thank you, "monologist Alina in silence.

He smiled with happiness that kept coming to him. Hope the rainbow is really present after the storm is gone.