Double-role

CHAPTER 13

In fact, jealousy is inevitable, as strong as holding still feels disturbing. Loved ones with other women are not easy to see. Full of the smell of regret and falsehood. Being second is not as easy as imagined, it must be extra strong when the husband shares his love for the first.

From the beginning that was the consequence that Alina had to accept. He is present and recorded in the dictionary of life of an Azam after Yasmin. The man's first love first occupied the throne of his heart displacing himself who was limited to childhood friends. A sister who has now become a second wife.

The smile behind the mask was fine. However, the expression indicated that his heart was not fine.

One week he tasted the sweetness of household togetherness with the husband, now time to warn him to look up. In the heart of Azam there is not only Alina, but Yasmin who occupies the highest position.

"Hahaha you know Yasmin? Aqeela was already smart, now she could almost stomach herself."

The sound of Azam's laughter echoed in the room.

Today the three of them visited Yasmin on Alina's initiative. He could not be selfish and let Azam continue with him. Yasmin still needed her husband to be next to her and encouraged her to fight a malignant disease.

Alina who was sitting not far from their existence curled a smile at the interaction. It is natural for married couples to joke and laugh vent their longing for affection.

"really? Mamah's son is already a big one." Reply Yasmin while stroking the peak of the baby who was in the arms of Azam.

"We're gonna raise her together."

Hearing this made Alina round her eyes perfectly with her heart racing. He realized something when he saw the eyes of the two people in front of him.

"There can't be me among us that you said, right? I realized that this position was only temporary. The second is not always a priority. Patience Alina, from the beginning was like this. You came to complete their shortcomings," Alina said in her mind.

The atmosphere between the families was so warm. Alina could only smile wryly when her existence was like a shadow. Yesterday's memories just drop by in memory. Such short happiness is like the blink of an eye.

"Alina, what are you thinking?"

Yasmin's question blew her daydream. Alina was aghast and immediately settled into the brownish bead there and turned to her husband. He wavered when their attention was on him.

"A-ahhh, no Ma'am. I'm just thinking, when did you get home from the hospital?" a fake smile was present covering his heart.

"Wait, what am I thinking? If Ms. Yasmin gets out of the hospital it means our household will be as normal again. E-ehh wait a minute, O Allah Alina what are you thinking. Throw away those evil thoughts, astaghfirullah. O Allah heal Ms. Yasmin, I want to see the happiness of Mas Azam again. Although."

Back daydreams take over. Alina was dumbfounded for a while just looking ahead without making a sound. Azam watched him in silence and then got up from sitting and walked closer.

It was unexpected that Azam gathered in front of Alina while holding her hand warmly. His treatment suddenly made Alina aghast. He would have almost swung back if Azam had not supported him.

"What do you think, hmm?"

The question that came out of her husband's mouth in a soft tone made his heart beat back. Alina was glaring as she looked at Azam and Yasmin alternately. There was an uneasy feeling greeting her heart when she saw the wide smile on her husband's first wife's face.

"I-I didn't think of anything. Ak-"

"The doctor said I could be out of the hospital in about three days. Oh my God, I'm so glad to see you guys so familiar."

"Geeh!!"

Alina did not understand what Yasmin had just said. Shouldn't she be jealous to see her husband with another woman? Even though she's his second wife? Thought Alina was flogging.

"You must be thinking, why am I acting this way and should I be jealous?"

For the umpteenth time Alina was surprised, Yasmin was like reading her mind. He just fell silent not knowing what to answer.

"It's all written clearly on your face, Alina. Happy mom, really. You can get along quickly. Hmm, what exactly happened?" Yasmin placed her index finger on her chin and both eyes looked up. He was thinking what made his husband and his madman so familiar.

"I-it's ka-kami ha-nya"

Alina was very nervous when Yasmin already knew that she and her husband were fine.At once she remembered the nights she had spent with Azam. Somehow the guilt just stopped, even though he realized that he had also become a wife. And doing that is his job.

"You're so funny, Alina. Don't be nervous, we're Mas Azam's wife too." Yasmin laughed lightly at the honey's behavior.

"Geeh!!"

Alina looked back at the woman sitting on the hospital bed. The red hue creeping across her white face made her even more beautiful. Azam curled both corners of his lips, glad his two wives were familiar with each other.

Azam then gave Aqeela to her mother and pulled Alina's arm slowly and walked over to Yasmin.

"I won't promise you anything, but I'll make you happy in my own way."

The man also took his two wives. Yasmin landed her head in the chest of her husband's field. Alina turned to the right side looking at Yasmin, closing her eyes with a smile and looking up to see her husband do the same.

There was an abstract feeling that Alina could not describe. The sweet sour taste melts up the concussion.

Inside the room the atmosphere of togetherness they feel strange. Alina turned to the left side where her husband's steady hand rested on her shoulder. A smile expands how much she is considered a wife now.

Whether he was conscious or not he leaned his head on Azam's shoulder.

The scene is somehow called, which obviously sincerity can only be spoken. But how does the heart feel? Only yourself knows.

God is a witness to their togetherness. No one knows what will happen tomorrow, it will be the fate of the Almighty.

Alina will follow where God's scenario went for her. Good bad has become the story of the moment. He will try to be a good wife and mother. The dual role that has been attached to his position from the beginning becomes a new story for him to survive.

"I must believe that God's plan is best. Hopefully after this Mas Azam really treats me the same as Ms. Yasmin. I hope no more tears of sadness come out" he said in his mind.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the masculine smell that was emanating from her husband.