Double-role

CHAPTER 147 (Season 3)

One week later, Zaidan decided to return to the company. Inevitably he had to leave his pregnant wife at home.

Raihan is spending his school holidays with his real father. This made Zaidan worried and anxious. She was afraid that something might happen to Alina who was pregnant.

"It's okay, Mom. I'll be fine, Mas don't worry" Alina said as she put a tie on the collar of her husband's shirt.

Zaidan pursed his lips to look at the peaceful face of the idol. "I just don't want to leave you alone at home. Raihan has just gone to Azam's house, can't you go there more than here?"

"Don't be silly, I can't keep bothering them. Besides, Azam also needs time with Raihan without me. I want their relationship to improve and the child does not continue to be awkward on Jasmin's mother," explained Alina gently rubbed both shoulders Zaidan.

Breathing was heard, Zaidan relented to leaving his wife alone at home. He then took the work coat that had been prepared on the bed.

"Well then I go first" he said, wearing a stelan.

Alina nodded slowly then shook her hand briefly. Zaidan put a deep, warm kiss on his wife's wide forehead.

He then squatted right in front of that flat stomach while stroking it slowly. "Assalamu'alaikum, baby. Dad went to work first, don't make Mamah a problem, well," he said gently.

Alina developed a warm smile then rubbed the top of her husband's head dearly. "Wa'alaikumsalam, whose work spirit is Dad."

Zaidan looked up with a perfectly radiated crescent arch on his handsome face. He held Alina's round head while observing the beauty before him.

He sighed again making Alina link the two eyebrows confused. "What else, dear? Don't think about it, I'll be fine at home. There are servants too, so Mas don't worry too much."

"But still, I can't leave you pregnant. Moreover, this is our first child," said Zaidan scowled.

"Mas, I've been pregnant. So, don't overdo it all will be fine." Alina continued to assert. "Mas has also not worked for a long time, what happens if a leader does not come? You have done your duty, Mas. I also want to be blessed," he continued.

"Em, okay." For the second time Zaidan gave a short kiss on Alina's wide forehead.

The couple also walked to the yard. The maids who were around stared at the togetherness of the two. They throw smiles at each other watching the harmony and intimacy of the master.

"Do you know, Dew?" ask his friend named Lintang.

"What?" The swamp asked.

"Said one of the maids in the main residence, actually the young master will be betrothed to the granddaughter of the Zyva family, young lady Zanna Zvya," whispered Lintang.

Dew was surprised with both eyes perfectly patterning. "really? Didn't Miss Zanna Zyva get in touch with the young master back then?"

The latitude nodded briefly. "That's true, but what I hear is that they're also getting remanded."

"What would you have married to Alina? I don't think about the rich man's thoughts." The shaking of the head did not understand, nor did the latitude.

"Em, especially young lady a famous pianist. Is it possible that such an elegant woman would want to be a destroyer of people's households?" the word latitude again.

"Your work is not gossiping constantly." Suddenly a senior servant came to intrude.

The Latitude and Dew rush scattering backwards no longer continued the conversation. Asthma, the senior servant looked straight ahead to witness the familiarity of his young master and miss.

"May their happiness not just disappear" he thought expectantly.

...***...

"Be careful at home" she replied later.

Alina simply nodded and continued to watch the shadow of the four-wheeled vehicle until it disappeared in view.

The smile that had originally been fluttering on her ripe lips faded away. He reached into the pocket of the game put out a flat object in it.

Incoming messages from the same number since last night back in touch. Alina sent a reply without telling Zaidan if the elder asked to meet.

"I have to finish it" muttered Alina.

As the clock struck at half-two in the afternoon, Alina prepared to go to one of the restaurants in the capital. He told the waiter to come out.

He also refused to take the driver and said to leave for a while. He could not let them know where he was going and reported it to Zaidan.

The taxi he was riding was speeding through the wind during the day. In silence Alina continued to think about the possibility that happened. He hugged his stomach warmly protecting the baby who is still developing.

Not long after, he arrived at the designated place. After paying the taxi fare he went inside and was greeted by the waiter.

Alina mentioned the table in Zulfan's name, and the man's servant immediately guided her to the VIP room. There he saw two men in black suits standing on each side of the door.

The two welcome Alina and open the door to let her in. Instantly the tense aura as well as the upheld formality felt so suffocating.

"Assalamu'alaikum, I'm coming," Alina said.

He took off his flat shoes and sat opposite the elder of the Zulfan family.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Dawas briefly, his voice muffled looking at the voice of his interlocutor.

Without saying another word, Dawas took out a medium brown envelope with its contents poking out. Alina's two eyebrows intertwined when she saw the middle-aged man thrusting before her.

"It's about five hundred million, can you leave my granddaughter, Zaidan?" sama later.

Alina did not expect and snorted softly watching the money wrapped in brown paper in front of her. He grinned in disbelief as low as he was in the view of Dawas.

"I'm sorry, but .. I can't exchange my husband for money" Alina replied firmly.

"Oh, what's the money lacking? I can add even more ... Aren't people like you after treasures? Proven you approached Zaidan even married him, especially if not for" Dawas moved his hand to give gesture which means money.

Alina commented on the warm smile and looked at the old man before her. He again did not expect and guessed, if in the eyes of elder Zulfan himself very very low.

By placing her hands on her stomach, Alina was ready to give the answer she had been harboring since the trip.

Dawas watched him in silence, the words that came from the lips of the young woman before him made him laugh.

Dawas snorted violently at what Alina said. So hypocritical and so shameless, that was what the old man thought.

Dawas was furious and semkain wanted to separate the grandson with the laughable woman in front of him. The Zulfan family elder was surprised by the notice Alina said.

It was as if his world was collapsing as soon as Dawas patted his bead fast. The two hands on the table were clenched.

...Seriate......