Double-role

CHAPTER 17

Rainwater spots wet the arid soil. A little cold air blew along with the solitude. Loneliness and voidness continue to repeat themselves like the wheels of life. Sometimes it is above and below. Time keeps turning determining destiny and test. Sometimes tears accompany every step taken. Steep and steep, causing pain and injury. This must be done until God gives a reply.

It is never too late if the struggle has not found an end. Keep moving until you get results. Just like a feeling, love based on faith will still be fought for as hard as any crashing journey.

That's what Alina felt. The second wife who clung to him did not put him on his arm. A marriage that begins because of compulsion must be passed well. The love he felt alone slowly gained a bright spot. The husband slowly accepted her as a wife.

Tonight he was sitting alone on the edge of the bed, his hands clutching a medium-sized picture figura. It features her and her husband on their wedding day. The weak smiles that both showed showed their own feelings.

Depressed and sadness loomed, the word began their marriage path.

"Even from the past the taste never faded. I try to deny that it is not mere admiration, but love. O God what should I do now? I feel guilty for Yasmin" Alina murmured. His slender fingers stroked Azam's face in a picture frame.

"What makes you feel guilty?"

The heavy sound of hoarseness was shocking. Alina looked back and found the husband walking in while carrying a bag and work coat. After placing the two objects on a single sofa, Azam approached his wife.

Alina still looks shocked, not believing to see Azam coming to her camp. However, he did not say anything until the man sat down beside him. Azam's right hand stretched out to warmly embrace the wife's slender waist.

"What are you doing? See our wedding photos? And what made you say guilty earlier?" ask Azam streak.

Alina bowed her head inside while staring fixedly at herself in the photo. Azam waited faithfully for his wife to speak.

"The beginning of our marriage is not based on love, but on compulsion. I feel guilty about Yasmin for loving you without your permission." Alina's answer made Azam curl the corners of the lips.

He pulled his wife into his arms. Alina widened both views in surprise with the sudden action that her husband often did. He was still not used to the changes, but it also relieved him.

"Don't say that, love comes to whom it wills. You deserve to love anyone, but only one you have to give love to the fullest."

Azam's words invited question marks, Alina looked up to look into her husband's round bead. A smile still framed on that handsome face, his left hand raised and perched on Alina's chin.

"You must give love to me only. You know, I'm your husband."

Again Azam gave an unexpected surprise, after saying the thing that made his heart beat fast, a warm kiss on the forehead also delivered happiness matchless in Alina. He could do nothing just keep silent with the red hue on both cheeks.

A second later Azam hugged him tightly, leaning his head on the shoulder of the second wife. "Isn't it too soon when I say love to you?" hearing it is like a thorn in the chest. Alina remained silent and continued to wait for her continuation. "I don't know. What I'm feeling, but every moment with you is comforting. I don't know why I'd lose weight if you were next to me. Is this what you call love?"

Alina was silent feeling the heartbeat of the person who was embracing her. The body temperature of the husband also increased to deliver a pink tinge on his face. There are happy and sad feelings at the same time. Whatever their relationship is a step away there is development.

However, on the other hand, Alina was afraid that her husband's feelings were only limited to pity. Some times Azam hurt him too deeply. He was happy if Azam finally had the same feelings, but there was still another fear overshadowing him.

Yasmin, Azam's beloved first wife.

"What's that?" tanya Azam tightened his embrace.

"Mas himself can answer that question. Is it love or is it just pity. Or maybe just a stampede. Because of Yas-"

As fast as lightning Azam let go of his embrace and cupped his wife's shoulder. The moon's net was perfectly widened with a slightly gaping mouth. Alina was surprised when she saw the clearly drawn expression on that handsome face. Azam frowned deeply while looking at him fixedly. Highlight the eyes firmly with lips tightly clenched. Alina was frightened, Azam's shadow that day turned around again.

"Ma-mas," he tweeted.

Aware of Alina's voice change, Azam slightly softened his expression. He realized that he had hurt and scared his wife too deeply.

"When it's just me and you, can we not talk about Yasmin?"

Alina could not believe the words coming out of her husband's thin mouth. Doesn't Azam love Yasmin very much? Thought Alina was flogging. He could not answer his question and kept silent as a statue.

"Iina."

The husband's gentle call reclined from the daydream, he jumped as Azam leaned forward making their cheeks almost touch. Alina's face continued to spit out a red tinge. She was always surprised by the sudden actions of her husband.

"Why did he say that? Doesn't Mas love Yasmin very much?"

Alina felt Azam's grip slowly begin to release. He realized that the question was very sensitive to them. Just now that tears were seeping out, the figure of the husband was now right in front of him.

The soot iris was perfectly dilated, her reddish lips slightly opened catching a serious look in there. Alina still did not understand why her husband kept changing. Did he make a mistake? Thought again.

"Only if we're with me don't want to talk about anything else, can we? Can we just say the future, it's just you and me?"

The words that were thrown with a soft tone of voice and in delivering a clear circle glided beautifully on Alina's cheeks. The woman was swept away in the sweetness of the wordplay that her husband had spoken. He did not expect to get the day that Azam would say such a word. The barren desert tub is overgrown with various plants, now the buds have bloomed perfectly.

The gray clouds slowly disappeared changing with the warmth of the sunlight. The sky-high hope that he thought had never been reached, was now in fact immediately within his grasp. Alina didn't say anything just as the clear crystal line kept falling.

Azam took her into a warm embrace. The firm hand stroked the wife's back slowly trying to calm down.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you,"

Alina shook her head, "no. Thank you," he said.

Azam further tightened their embrace enjoying every second that passed with his second wife.