Double-role

CHAPTER 133 (Season 3)

After the departure of her husband and her baby, now in the magnificent house there are only Alina and a few servants. He who is not at home if he continues to be silent to help them to just clean up Zaidan's work space.

The box-shaped room contained a medium-sized shelf containing important books and documents. There is also a glass cabinet in which there are several trophies and awards.

Alina was flabbergasted to see that it belonged to her husband.

"Well, I didn't think Zaidan was a swimming athlete. It's only fitting that he has a tall body and a stocky back." I don't know where Alina thinks her face is turning red.

"Why is it so hot, isn't the ac in this room on?" he said while fanning his face with both hands.

"Oh, I have to get this over with, right away" he continued, then again grabbed the duster lying on the table.

Not long after the door of the room opened, a woman in her twenties poked in. Alina who was still busy with her activities also turned a glance.

"Grewd? What's up?" tanyakanya.

Dew, the woman smiled warmly at the madam.

"Why is the madam cleaning up? Is this our job?" ask Dew wonder.

Alina stopped her activities and looked at the Dew while developing a smile.

"I'm not comfortable if I have to keep quiet, after all there is no other work that can be done. Well, it's better to just clean this place up."

"Repeat Madam, you're the host here."

"I am neither the host nor the mistress.I am only the wife of the owner of this house. Don't be so formal, I feel powerful." Alina chuckled amusedly hearing what she said.

Dew commented on the happy smile of being able to work with a humble master like Alina.

"Then, Dew help Mistress clean up this room?" her door.

"Em, I can."

Finally, the two of them also cleared Zaidan's workspace together. Alina walks to the back of the closet and finds a foreign door there.

The wide forehead shriveled deeply as he continued to look at the door in front of him. "Where's the door? Does Zaidan have secrets?" muttered.

"Let me open first," continued Alina, her hand stretched out grasping the door knob and then turning it slowly.

"Well, can't it be opened? There must be a key somewhere." Alina went back to the front and saw Dew still siding with the pile of books near the shelf.

Without heeding her whereabouts, Alina opened the drawer of her husband's desk. He continued to open the four drawers and found a round box in pink.

"Mas Zaidan is indeed unique," he muttered as he opened the box cover.

A loud voice rang out making the lid open and revealing the contents inside. There was a key with a heart-shaped tip that attracted Alina's attention.

"I'm sure this is the key."

Alina picked it up and rushed back to the back of the closet. He entered the key to his discovery and turned it around once. A click indicates that if the door is opened successfully, it then widens it and looks a pitch-black room.

"Why is it so dark?" whispered in silence.

Footsteps bring him inside and fumbles around the wall looking for a light switch. Not long after he managed to find it and immediately the room was brightly lit.

Alina grew curious and closed the door and explored the room. There are many shelves that show a row of books neatly arranged.

The black-hijab woman smiled warmly knowing that her husband was so fond of books.

"Mas Zaidan would love to read a book. I didn't know her hobby was so aesthetically pleasing" he murmured as he continued to walk to the end.

"It looks like a secret library" he continued smiling happily.

The cabbages coming out of the old books instantly took him to a different world. He felt like he was in another realm that kept bringing himself inside.

"Oh my God, Zaidan was adorable as a baby." She was busy looking at her husband's old photos.

Alina stayed there until lunch time. He was too absorbed and absorbed in his own world.

"Oh Allah, I must immediately prepare lunch for Raihan." He hurried away from there and returned the photo album in its original place.

Until he did not realize if there was a photograph that fell and lay just like that.

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The clock has shown at half an hour in the afternoon, finished carrying out his duties Alina awaits the return of the baby.

He kept silent in the yard by looking up at the gate to see his son's car. After a while, the person who was waiting came home.

"Moment." Loud sounds of intruding.

Alina stretched out both hands and rested in her place. "Dear."

Raihan immediately lunged at his mother's body and hugged her tightly. "Assalamu'alaikum Raihan is home."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, welcome home, dear."

The word house that is spoken has meaning so much. As strong as he held back the tears that suddenly burst out wanting to be expelled.

The house they live in now is really a place to go. A building that can spend time with family.

In it is warmth and harmony that was once only wrapped in lies. The shadow of the past it throws and returns to reality.

"Do you pray?" alina asked while letting go of her baby hug.

Raihan nodded his head eagerly looking at the eyeballs of the mother's dream. "Already, before we go home at the school of prayer dzuhur bersama'ah."

"God, Alhamdulillah. Then now we go in and Raihan change clothes, wash his hands, and after that we have lunch together."

"Yeee, did Mamah cook the chicken?" raihan said, holding hands with his mother, entering the house.

"How do you know?"

"Raihan always knew what Mamah was thinking," he replied in a wide grin.

Alina pinches Raihan's nose. "The son of Mama is the most extraordinary."

The scene shows how happy the life of the mother and child is now. No more lies or pettiness.

Not long ago Raihan and Alina were already sitting at the dining table. Not only the two of them were there, Alina also invited and a housekeeper to eat together.

"Madam, it looks like we'd better eat in the back" said Dewun, who is owned by four other colleagues.

"Eh, you can't refuse my invitation. We're here family so we have to eat together, don't we, honey?" Alina turned to look at Raihan who was sitting in front of her.

"Truely said Mamah, it is better we eat together. Aunty all need not hesitate, Raihan and Mamah are happy to be able to eat together like this," Raihan timpal invited a happy smile from the five household assistants.

"Thank you, Madam and Young Master are indeed very kind," one of them replied.

"Ah, don't be like that, let's eat," Alina replied humbly, "Darling, can lead us to her prayers?" ask the child.

Raihan nodded and immediately raised both hands followed by the others. After chanting do'a eat they also enjoy the dish together.

The warmth grew louder when the babbling for the sake of babbling from the host and the servant also unpretentious to each other. Occasionally laughter was heard adding to their fraternal rope.

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