Double-role

CHAPTER 136 (Season 3)

Three months passed so quickly, the days that had passed gave precious memories. Every day there is only an abundance of happiness that continues to whack.

Gratitude continues to be extended to the Divine Rabbi who has given His graces with extraordinary. This time the tears that were present only as a sign of pleasure were felt continuously.

As time goes by the pain nan sore little by little disappear and change with a smile of cheerfulness.

"Who is the favor of your Lord that you deny?" (Q. S. Ar-Rahman: 13)

Every breath, every sustenance given, and every opportunity to open your eyes and guide, God has given and it is free. God is good at giving kindness to all of His servants.

His delight was extraordinary, although sometimes it had to be wrapped in tears. Sobs when tightness in the chest is so stuffy as a sign if the test comes crashing. After that, happiness accompanied.

Alina became one of the many stories that perch into every person. The twists and turns of life's journey have been passed with sadness.

In the past, so many disappointments and sorrows in the shadows continued to lunge, but now he was tasting the sweetness of real love.

The clock is at half-nine in the evening. After driving Raihan to sleep, Alina walked down the stairs one by one looking for the whereabouts of the husband.

"Where did Zaidan go? Shouldn't we go to Mamah's house tomorrow?" he murmured while circling the room on the first floor.

Until his sight stopped right at a teak door not far from his existence. The two feet again brought him closer.

"Is Zaidan inside?" ask him to yourself.

The clenched hand held the door handle and pulled it down. Silence welcomed as he opened it wide and only the oversized chair of the husband looked at him.

Alina also entered when she felt the existence of the husband.

"Is it possible that Zaidan was in that room?" His gaze also stared at the silver door that was behind the closet.

He went deeper and deeper and found that the door was half open. Curiosity pushes him closer and closer.

Not long ago Alina was already in a room that Zaidan never mentioned. She slowly searched for her husband's whereabouts until the steps came to a halt right at the end of the hall.

A single sofa in dark brown shows how the occupant is sitting so authoritative. In her hand was a piece of photo that made Alina frown deeply.

Zaidan was still unaware that there was another figure watching him. He is too busy with his own world and his mind wanders everywhere.

Helaan's breath that blows slowly and deeply from her husband also stopped Alina's steps. Her clear brown iris continued to look straight at her halal partner giving one big question mark.

"What is Mas Zaidan thinking? Why is he so heavy?" mind wonders.

"Silly deal." The words from Zaidan again made Alina clueless.

A few moments there was only silence greeting the two. As the curiosity grew stronger and continued to push to get closer, Alina finally set foot again.

"What are you doing?" The question immediately made Zaidan surprised instead of playing.

He jumped in shock and immediately looked up staring into his wife's bead. "A-ah, Honey?" nervous as he put a piece of the photo into the pocket of his pants.

Alina accidentally saw the portrait in it and suddenly her heart was racing. He fell silent and did not respond to anything when Zaidan was still looking at him.

Smile sparks on the handsome face, Zaidan also pulled Alina's hand which made the owner jump and immediately landed on the lap of the husband.

The dim light from the moonlight that entered through the window above them illuminated the sparkle of the faces of the two. Beautiful and handsome, the perfect blend accompanies the story of an Alina and a Zaidan.

The two looked at each other admiring each other's eyes. The hand that was still in her husband's hand was placed on the shoulder made Alina raise her left hand and put her arm around the neck of Zaidan's level.

The aroma of citrus combines with vanilla into a unity of harmony that has been accompanying the two. Breathing quietly pulled each other closer.

Plan nan sure, warm chewy objects that collide with each other is so intoxicating. Starting with a soft touch turns into a slightly arousing.

Rows of books on shelves are silent witnesses to how love is formed. The silence of the night adds to the shahdu melody that continues to flutter.

A few moments later the two of them distanced each other's faces, their eyes still met flowing the crescent moon on the red lips.

Zaidan hugged his wife's possessive waist while looking up at Alina's met face.

"Official, not everywhere, Mas always attacked me" complained Alina.

Zaidan chuckled with anxiety and softly kissed the nostrils of his heart. "It's okay, you're my wife anyway. We're married and it's halal to do anything and again .. You're so adorable, honey. I always wanted to eat you."

With a shy behavior Alina cat hit slowly the chest field of the husband. Zaidan moaned pretending to be in pain and hugged his life partner tightly.

The distinctive aroma arising from the glands of the pujaan makes him smile more widely. The jet-black disembodied head was leaning comfortably on Alina's narrow shoulders.

Slowly the woman who had been holding as the mistress of Zaidan Zulfan also rubbed her mane gently.

"What are you doing here, hm? It's late why are you still hanging around?" alina asked curiously when the shadow of the photo had fallen into memory.

Zaidan did not immediately reply and was silent for a moment. He tried to calm himself to hear the words of his wife just now.

"Are you waiting for me in the room? You must be imagining what game we're going to play tonight, right?"

Hearing the words Alina again hit her chest and now a little brutal. Zaidan chuckled happily and increasingly tightened his embrace.

"W-what did you say? You pervert." Alina's face was getting red.

"I'm just kidding, honey. Besides what you think, we're gonna play a game, right?"

Alina was just grieving and letting her husband do what he wanted. Zaidan stopped his laughter and let out a slow breath.

"I. .. I just can't sleep," she said after a few seconds.

"Indeed, this is still not your bedtime, Mas," Alina reminded.

Zaidan was flabbergasted and could do nothing. He again silenced his mouth letting silence take over.

However, Alina was still curious about her discovery just a moment ago. She opened her voice again and still rubbed her husband's head.

"What room is this, Mom? Why hasn't she told me all this time? And ... two months ago I found this room, sorry .. I didn't say anything" she said.

Zaidan was glued and stabbed at Alina's warm touch. Not long after that he stretched his arms and looked back at the moon bead before him.

"This room is not special, I built it only to be used as a warehouse to make it easier to store work documents only," he replied.

"I also accidentally found your photo album. Mas looks very funny when he was a child," explained Alina again.

"W-what?" Zaidan looks embarrassed.

"Not to be ashamed, my friend. I've seen it all." Alina giggled with anxiety at the behavior of her husband.

Zaidan watching her made the feeling even more warm. "Which photo album did you open?" tanyanya.

Alina pointed to the side where there was a large bookshelf. "There, the last line," he said again.

Zaidan followed his direction and instantly the two beads were patterning. Alina who heard nothing turned her head and found her husband shocked.

...Seriate......