Double-role

CHAPTER 193 (Season3)

The story will go on as it should. The wheel of life again revolves around giving good times or vice versa.

Drama will always exist as episode after episode of life continues to roll. Tears happy and sad, actually rotating when the time has come.

The sound of the frame breaking in the living room shocked Alina who was preparing breakfast. He walked slowly to find his wedding photo had fallen apart.

It stays in place by gripping the right wrist firmly. He did not move or move even a little there just staring at the broken nanar frame.

"Astaghfirullah al-Adhim, O Allah, what is this? Why did our wedding frame fall? Was there a lizard or other animal that accidentally nudged her?" muttered Alina struggling with her own mind.

A few seconds later, Alina ventured closer to him. The hijab head looked up to see nothing in the former large frame was installed.

"How did this fall? Mas Zaidan has installed it as hard as possible," continued Alina again.

He ducked looking around the shards. The result is the same as nothing that causes it to fall.

The trembling right hand was about to reach the shards, but the movement instantly came to a halt as the vibration of the phone resuscitated. He turned to find the smart thing on the table lit up several times

Heart beat too fast when you realize there is a consecutive incoming message. The sudden unpleasant feeling of greeting made him reluctant to approach.

However, he had to make sure who had sent him the message. Alina looked up at the flat object not far from her existence. He again blocked his wrist feeling an inkling of not wearing.

"Astaghfirullah psalm, O Allah ... Astaghfirullah azim." He continues to beristighfar win himself trying to get rid of negative thoughts in the mind.

Suddenly he remembered the husband, from last night Zaidan had not contacted him making him worried.

It was not usual for Zaidan to pass the time to tell. It had been nearly twelve hours since the last time he contacted her and until now there had not been a single notification coming.

Alina grew increasingly anxious when getting their wedding frame smashed. His breath felt tight reluctantly approaching the phone that continues to vibrate.

"O Allah protect our marriage. Is that Zaidan or isn't it?" He continued to mutter praying as much as possible to the Owner of Life with a branched mind.

Somehow instinct as a woman and wife mention if something has happened. The incoming message also explained everything adding to the panic.

"Is that possible from Zaidan? But, he always calls and rarely gives messages," he said.

It has been four days since Zaidan left the city, during which time they have never broken contact. However, from last night the husband still inhabited her, the message that Alina sent was no reply.

Alina pulled both feet close to the table, when she saw an unknown number giving ten messages via the short message application.

The hand that was still trembling carried the flat object and opened it directly. Instantly the two beads widened perfectly with their mouths open making him quickly silence them.

Alina could not believe what she was seeing right now. The message showed several photos of the husband in deep sleep and next to him was a woman.

The woman was none other than and not a person who had already disturbed their household. Alina was surprised and could not believe that the shadow of the pianist was still haunting.

His thumb then scroll down to find a short message, "How? Are you surprised? Your husband is spending time with me."

The handle on the phone tightened, Alina let out a long sigh and exhaled slowly. Without thinking about anything, he called the number. Just the first connection the person across there had already answered his call.

"What's wrong? It's early in the morning, I'm sleepy." The distinctive hoarse voice of waking up silenced Alina.

He could not think clearly when he got the photo sent by the woman. Between angry, disappointed, sad, mixed into one.

"Hallo, are you still there Alina? What do you want-"

"What are you playing now, Zanna? Why are you in Z? What are you doing with Mas Zaidan? What-"

"As you can see in the photo, we did. Now I have the man I love. Thank you for letting her go, Alina." Zanna smiles happily behind the phone.

The tightness in her chest made her breath go up and down, Alina was in disbelief over everything she got this morning.

"You must be kidding ... What other tricks do you use?"

Zanna laughed out loud across the street and turned to the video call. Alina who found nothing put away the phone and saw the call switch.

He hesitated to accept it, but he had to make sure of something. He swallowed a strong salivary soaking his throat which suddenly dried up.

He also shifted the green icon and immediately the smile of the woman across there was visible. The tired and sleepy face also indicates that he has just woken up.

"Cum, Alina. Do you want to see who's next to me? You must be curious, right ... who am I with?" The curvature of the crescent moon on the reddish lips was like a dagger slashing with feeling.

Alina looked at him sharply without answering anything. Again and again Zanna laughed loudly streaming the pettiness in the chest.

"Alright, it seems like you're very curious, I'm being" Zanna pointed the phone to the right side.

A second later the heart-wrenching sight of the heart was clearly emblazoned. Right in front of his own eyes he saw the husband, the priest in the family, and the father of his son was sleeping soundly.

The white blanket he was wearing did not cover all parts of the body. She could see her husband's plain field chest without wearing a thread.

Tears cannot be prevented from spilling over. He shut his mouth open quickly and pressed it firmly withstanding sobs.

"You believe it now? Me and your husband spent the night together, he .. is really strong and mighty."

Alina looked at the slender hand with the peach nail polish that gently rubbed the top of Zaidan's head. His heart was completely shattered like shards of frames behind him. He could say nothing but clear crystals continuously flowing down both cheeks.

"I'm not playing around right now. I seriously wanted your husband from the past until now. Oh yes as additional information, mas Zaidan has a birthmark on his left waist, right? I've seen it all," explained Zanna adding a squeeze of lemon to the gaping wound.

The phone camera switched back to her who was smiling widely. Alina also stared to realize that the woman was only wrapped in a blanket.

He could not be clear-minded, his heart and feelings mixed watching the terrible events before his eyes. Added to the situation Zanna like that already showed if something happened last night.

And Zanna told him where the birthmark of the husband was. Alina poultices if Zaidan has it at the waist on the left. Of course, it is even more strengthening if the man who is currently with the pianist is her husband.

"Yes, yeah, I want to go to bed. My whole body hurts, see you later, Alina."

The call was interrupted, Alina fell down and sat down on the cold floor. Both of his legs weakened unable to support his own weight. With tears she looked blankly ahead.

...Seriate......