Double-role

CHAPTER 125 (Season 2)

The scent of different types of flowers so radiated accompanied each step. The spacious courtyard overgrown with various plants adds to the beauty of accompanying the small fountain in the middle, echoing the sound of water so reconciling.

Coolness increasingly greeted tightly as he increasingly entered the residence. Not long after he arrived at the towering teak door before him.

Once again Alina took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Bismillah" he muttered and raised his hand and pressed the bell.

A loud voice echoed throughout the mansion surprising the residents inside. A little while later a maid opened the door and linked the two eyebrows looking at Alina's whereabouts.

"Assalamu'alaikum, I'm Alina. Is the young master inside?" ask Alina kindly.

The woman in her twenties saw him from head to toe. Alina who was noticed so much felt uncomfortable and joined the forehead.

"Hello, is there a young master?" ask Alina back.

"What are you doing, huh?" tanyanya.

"I'm his wife and want to see him" Alina replied with a brief smile.

Hearing that the maid was dumbfounded and did not believe. In his heart said it was impossible for a young master to get a wife like this? Just look at her appearance not far from the village lady.

"What are you doing Dea?" A heavy, hoarse voice greeted him from behind.

Dea, the maid turned her body and saw the butler and Zulfan family confidant there. The middle-aged man wearing a formal black suit with round glasses perched on his old face looked at the maid.

The shape of the face as if familiar in the eyes of Alina, "Ah, Mr. Amar, father mas Dimas," he thought.

"He is Young Miss in this house, you have to be polite to him" explained Amar making Dea turn clumsy.

"A-ah, I'm sorry for my stupidity. Please come in Young Miss." He behaved more warmly making Alina just a short nod.

He went inside and again fascinated to see the splendor of the residence of the husband. The interiors are displayed so luxurious, gucci-gucci around the stairs so sturdy show building.

There was a large piano on the left that faced directly into the garden making Alina fall into a stiff silence. He was fascinated to see how extraordinary the Zulfan family mansion dominated by gold shades.

"I'm sorry for the waiter's displeasure" Amar said.

Alina who still admired the contents of the building was immediately flabbergasted. "A-ah, it's okay, sir. I understand the people here don't know yet."

Amar nodded briefly, "Young master is in his room. Since yesterday he continues to be there," he said to curious Alina.

"Then I go there first?"

"Please Miss, sir must be happy to see you coming" he said. Alina assented and immediately stepped foot towards the stairs.

Upon arrival, he was greeted with the gaze of his mother-in-law. Alina nodded slowly and greeted him warmly.

"Mah," call him.

"You? You remember coming home too?" there was a bit of cold there.

Alina was glued to a glance and returned her gaze. "I'm sorry, Mah."

"Then, meet your husband" he said, walking closer and patting his son-in-law slowly. "Don't let her down." Moana whispered softly then left the anxiety within Alina.

"I know .. Mama don't have to worry. I'm sorry, too" he whispered inwardly.

...***...

The man stood firmly on his back while facing the large window. Guilt instantly surrounded him.

Disappointed, sad, and afraid to be one. Alina rushed over and immediately threw herself into her husband's arms from behind.

It immediately made Zaidan flabbergasted. He was very surprised when he got such a sudden attack.

"You home? Did Azam tell you where the house is?" Baritone's voice instantly intruded.

The head that was leaning on the sturdy back nodded several times. "I'm sorry for ignoring you, Mom. I'm sorry," he said.

Zaidan also released both hands that were coiled in his muscular stomach. He then faced back and found his wife's wet face.

"Don't cry, I promised I'd keep you smiling." The warm words and treatment rendered Alina helpless.

She let her husband cupped both cheeks and wiped away her tears. He then looked up to see Zaidan's stern face.

Looking at it from such a close distance he only realized that his halal partner was so handsome. Thick lentic eyelashes frame large petals, eyebrows are firmly drawn with a sharp nose adds good looks.

Lastly, his gaze fell on the reddish lips that were smiling gently. Alina was silent as a chunk of ice while admiring the creation of this one God.

"If you keep looking at me like that .. you'll fall in love with me constantly."

Instantly a red hue graced Alina's white cheeks. He gave a slow blow to his arm and looked down deeply.

She was ashamed to observe her husband secretly. "You don't have to be ashamed, honey. I'm your husband."

Alina looked up and sat down again. "I'm really sorry. I-"

Alina's words immediately stopped when a wet chewy object grabbed her quickly. Alina widened her eyes in surprise and for a moment her breath was stuck in her throat. However, a second later the couple dissolved in pleasure.

After the sudden unification, Zaidan let go and wrapped his hands around his wife's waist. Both of his red lips opened up showing a row of white teeth.

"I don't mind you taking care of Raihan. Because he is your son and also my son . but now you are married again and have other responsibilities. I just want you to be able to divide that," said Zaidan softly.

"I'm sorry." That was all Alina could say.

Zaidan pulled his heart into his arms and landed his chin on the top of Alina's head. "Em, don't apologize I understand. From now on we will continue together to face all the difficulties that occur."

"I'm sorry to be with my ex-husband" Alina said quickly.

"Em, it's okay I understand so much, honey. I also want you to count on me as a husband" he said.

Alina nodded a few times and leaned into the arms of her husband. The smell of mint and citrus soothed him.

He is tired, he is really tired of facing new problems. He is aware that if his decision to remarry, then he must also be ready with all the risks that occur.

"Hopefully I can divide the time," Alina thought in silence,

Zaidan continued to rub the slender back of his wife channeling affection. He did not mind if Alina took care of his baby, but he also wanted to be considered as a husband.

Though childish, but that's how it should be. He will also try to be a good husband and father for both of them. Because he knows the risks of marrying a woman who already has children.

...Seriate......