Double-role

CHAPTER 156 (Season 3)

The noise is still created in the chest when word for word right about the target continues to buzz. Zanna got up from sitting looking sharply at one figure who kept away.

Without argument he stepped foot and grabbed Alina's wrist. The owner snapped and looked back.

He watched as Zanna's eyes turned red, glaring at him sharply. Without fear or worry Alina grinned back at the gaze was no less sharp.

"Why? Is there something you want to say again? Are you still going after Zaidan?" say then.

Zanna clutched Alina's wrists even more painlessly as her attention focused only on the other person.

"I won't give up so easily" Zanna said again.

Alina also touched the clumsy hand while grunting quietly. "Then do what you can. Let's see who's gonna be the winner."

Hearing the words, Zanna did not accept it and raised her right hand to slap her cheek hard. However, Alina who read the movement instantly held her wrist firmly.

"I won't let your hands touch me. I already know and memorize how cheap tricks women like you guys do."

Alina threw out Zanna's rough hand and looked at her lightly. "I don't care what your position is, but obviously I won't let anyone mess with our household."

Firm and clear, Alina further cornered Zanna who was increasingly unacceptable and was about to throw back her slap.

However, this time there was another hand preventing him. The two women turned to the same side, where Zaidan was staring at Zanna.

"Mas Zaidan?" both were surprised.

"I still respect you as a little friend, but .. I'll never let you hurt my wife!" he then threw out Zanna's rough hand.

The owner complained of pain and rubbed the pain using the left hand. He looked into Zaidan's bead as if kneeling in mercy.

His jet-black decomposed head shook his head several times trying to give a defense to himself.

"You misunderstood me, I didn't mean to hurt your wife. I-"

"Shut up! I've been watching you guys since, from now on I'll never think of you as my friend again."

"W-what? Why are you doing all that for a woman like her?" Zanna pointed right in front of Alina's face.

Zaidan gave a rude snort looking fixedly at the woman of his former lover. "It's obvious, she's the wife I love so much."

Zanna was flabbergasted in disbelief, a flash in Zaidan's bead explaining what was being felt. Like a hope that is difficult to achieve, he cannot accept all these facts.

"Do you think after your marriage happens I'll just give up? Didn't you hear what the audience said? I should be able to snatch you again from her side, I .. love you, Mas," Zanna explained.

Instantly, Alina's soot bead widened to look at Zanna's bitch. Some of the pedestrians who heard the speech turned their heads towards them as if watching a television drama.

"Don't you think what you said just now? You-"

"Didn't you come back to humbling yourself? It's enough, Zanna, I don't want to see you constantly humiliating yourself." Alina cut her husband's words.

"You don't interfere, it's my business with Zaidan" Zanna replied.

"I really should interfere, because he's my husband now. I-"

"That's it, don't be extended. Come on, honey, let's go." Zaidan immediately grabbed Alina's hand warmly and took her away from Zanna's presence.

"Behold, I will make you truly regret," he growled with intent.

...***...

Along the way there is only the sound of the car engine as a buffer. Alina continued to block out the window clearing her mind.

He did not want after the incident just affected his content. He should prioritize the baby.

"I'm sorry" said Zaidan, who kept watching Alina.

The wife turned her head briefly and propped up her chin at the window without any intention of saying the word. He was tired of surprise after surprise that he never expected.

"Dear." Call Zaidan trying to get attention.

He held warmly next to Alina's hand tightly channeling warmth. "I'm really sorry. I've been-"

"I'm okay, it's just .. Why did you come back? Isn't there an important meeting any minute?" asked Alina who was now staring fixedly at the husband.

Zaidan took a quick glance and tried to focus on driving. "The meeting is not important. I felt a bad feeling when I saw you turn around earlier. I thought you were gonna stop the cab, but actually meet someone."

"If I don't come back, don't know what will happen? Aren't you going to tell me what happened?" think Zaidan.

Without dodging Alina nodded her head quickly. "That's right."

"Why?" ask Zaidan in wonder.

Alina let out a long breath and exhaled slowly. He then looked straight ahead watching the soul-cooling scene.

"Because to me there's nothing important to talk about, that woman"

"You're wrong, Alina, if you have such thoughts. Important or not everything has to be discussed. You recall? I am your husband . I deserve to know what my wife has done. Because I don't want you to keep it all alone."

"There is I that you can share, both pleasure and distress. Shouldn't a husband and wife bear this together? I want to be someone you can count on, Alina. I'm not a husband who only supports you, but .. I'm more than that."

"I'm a companion who also wants to bear your sorrow, dear," said Zaidan at length.

Alina was flabbergasted, the words that were about to be thrown stuck in her throat. A single tear fell unbearably. He cried in silence feeling the warmth radiating in his chest.

For eight years he built a household with Azam, the distress and pleasure could only be harbored by himself. She couldn't tell her husband everything, because Alina thought she would add to the burden.

He would rather hide it. Because that time is better to be silent than to disturb the peace of the family that has been hard-earned he built.

However, after marrying Zaidan the treatment was so different. Alina was treated so special.

She is like a very protected queen and is given extraordinary protection. Zaidan was like a knight ready to stand in the front row to protect him.

"Darling why are you crying?" Zaidan realizes that Alina is shedding tears.

He then pulled the car over and carried the wife into a warm embrace. Instantly as the sobbing rang out, Zaidan continued to rub his back slowly channeling his calmness.

...Seriate......