Double-role

CHAPTER 15

In each step will surely find stumbling blocks or sharp pebbles that can hurt. Step by step must be stepped to reach the peak of success. However, in the middle of the road sometimes give a different story. There are tears that cannot be avoided. The silent witness becomes a complementary friend in the history of life.

That's what Alina is currently experiencing, being a second wife requires extra hard patience. How her husband should prioritize the first wife who is sick. Lying if he is okay, in fact there is a wound that must be covered.

His time with Azam was shortened again. Four days for Yasmin and three days for her. Moreover, the time must be divided again when Alina takes care of Aqeela. The baby, who is now four months old, still has to be under his supervision. Although Sarah helps take care of her, Alina wants to be a good mother in the growth of her husband's daughter. He loved Aqeela like his own baby.

Today Azam's schedule is with him. Alina had already cleaned up this afternoon to welcome her husband. He cleaned the room and lit a candle. The sweet and gentle scent of vanilla made her smile.

The clock has shown at half-ten in the evening. Azam had gone home a while ago, Alina crawled up to the bed waiting for her husband to come.

Five minutes, twenty minutes, forty minutes to an hour later the male figure had not yet revealed the trunk of his nose.

Many times Alina looked at the wall clock and somehow she yawned while looking at the door of the room.

"Why is Azam so long?" said it.

Out of curiosity, he moved and opened the door. The first thing that caught the netra of his nettle was the stifling sight of his chest. Alina was sculpting in place with both hands clenched tightly.

The room directly connected to the family room shows the activities of the husband and his first wife, Yasmin. On the long sofa they both did the same thing as the other day when Alina accidentally caught him in their room. And now the incident is repeated.

Slowly Alina closed the door and ran towards the bed. He put his watery face on the pillow. Her heart was so sore watching the romantic drama right in front of her own two eyes.

Two hours later, when Alina was about to enter the dreamland the door of the room was opened by someone. Not long after that, his arms hugged him from behind. Alina flinched and was still in her position. Drowsiness also goes away changing tension.

"I'm sorry for coming late. Are you angry?"

Heavy hoarse sounds sweep through hearing. Alina pecked and grabbed the blanket that wrapped itself. It neutralizes the heartbeat and sound. "No" one word made Azam frown.

"You're angry" he replied.

Without the owner's consent, Azam turned Alina's body in a single blow. Their gaze met, Alina's brownish iris widened looking at the man on it. Azam pensively saw both the wife's eyes were swollen with a reddened nose.

"You crying? Wh why? Is it because I came late? I'm sorry there was a job I couldn't put off. I worked on it for a while and hurriedly came here."

"Lies," inwardly Alina.

"I see," that's all he can say.

"I'm really sorry." Azam also warmed his wife's eyes.

The eyelids closed and refrained from exploding. "Why lie in the name of work? Didn't you want to hurt me? It's even more painful" Alina could only make up. His body is not synchronized with his mind. She enjoyed every touch her husband gave her.

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The same activity every day is repeated. Early in the morning Alina was preoccupied with homework and serving her husband. However, there was awkwardness as he was about to help Azam pair the tie. He hesitated to see Yasmin sitting not far from her whereabouts.

Just now her hand was raised towards the collar of her husband Yasmin denounced. Both hands were in the air.

"Let me help Mas Azam pair the tie."

"Mba-mbakan still sick, it's not okay Ma'am ak-"

"It's okay Alina let Yasmin do it," ptong Azam quickly.

Alina simply nodded and stepped back backwards. Yasmin smiled then came forward and put a tie on the collar of her husband's shirt.

Azam sparkled, whether consciously or not he grabbed the waist of the rapping to get closer. Alina was surprised and hurriedly turned her attention in the other direction. Both of his hands clenched back in thought of the incident last night.

"Astaghfirullah O Allah," his mind restrained with all its might.

A second later he felt someone pull his arm away from there. Alina looked up to see Sarah there.

"It's better you don't have to look at it" Sarah said, making her nod briefly.

"At least in this way I can help Ms. Alina. He's been very kind to me, "he thought.

A few minutes passed, after Yasmin was done with her task Azam held his head forward. There was no one to see, his forehead furrowing in not knowing where the second wife had gone.

"Mas looking for Alina?" yasmin asked to see the giraffe. Azam nodded briefly while still drowning. "Alina seemed to go to the back, Sarah was carrying it," explained Yasmin who had looked at them.

"Has she fallen in love with him?"

"Ehh?"

Azam was surprised to hear the wife's question and immediately looked down to return his warm gaze.

"Why are you surprised? I'm just asking, if it's like that, isn't this good news? Thank God, Mas has accepted Alina's existence." Clearly smiling knot.

Yasmin shook her husband's hand and left. Azam looked at the figure of the woman away. His chest rumbled when he heard the question Yasmin asked earlier. He could not answer or refuse. His heart and mind say two different things. He doesn't know what's right. However, he felt comfortable when he was with Alina.

Both of his legs carried him to the back of the house. At the edge of the pool the pensive wife looked straight ahead. Azam stepped wide and quickly approached towards him. He hugged Alina again from behind and bowed his face on the little peak of his wife.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

Alina who was not ready to receive the treatment was very surprised and almost strayed forward into the pool. Lucky her husband's grip so tightly made her saved. He does not know what happened to make Azam go to him instead of the office.

"Why do you apologize?"

"I'm sorry about last night and last night. I didn't realize I was hugging Yasmin in front of you."

Alina widened her eyes perfectly not believing that Azam would be honest at this moment. Slowly both of his hands were raised and clutching the burly arms on his stomach.

"I'm okay, Yasmin said.. Doesn't Mas love her so much? Em, do you love me too?"

Azam did not immediately answer just silence in his position. Alina smiled for a while, until, "no need to answer if Mas is not sure. I'll wait until I'm really ready. The words of love I said that night made me happy. Thank you, even though I know you still have that feeling."

Alina's words with her delicate voice kicked at her feelings. Azam was pensive and increasingly hugged the woman tightly. Alina again just smiled treated like a real wife. At least the husband has changed not as cold as before.