Double-role

CHAPTER 2

As we talked about two days ago, Azam's arrival to the home brought a proposal. There is no beautiful decoration or sweet meaning in it, there is only intention and responsibility.

In the room there were only three of them. Aminah, Alina and Azam. The woman continued to avoid the unwanted. His heart continues to beat fast while waiting for what the married man wants to convey.

"Maybe you already know my intention to come here. Alina said it?" Aminah also nodded briefly. "I want to make Alina a second wife. I have also obtained permission from Yasmin. Even he wanted me to marry Alina," explained the baritone's voice.

Alina silently pecked. He doesn't know what to do. For two days he kept thinking about what answer to say. He presses the index finger using the thumb to eliminate anxiety.

"Mom can only leave everything to Alina. Because that's going to live it mother's son, this. I'll just support her decision, without forcing." Her mother's answer made her look up.

Alina turned her head to the left side looking at the warm smile from that not young face anymore. "Mom's sure of your decision, son." He continued while staring into Alina's brownish eyeballs.

"So what's your answer, Alina?" Azam interrupted, making him come back to his senses.

Lama Alina gave no answer and Azam faithfully waited for her. Until, "alright bismillah, inshaAllah Alina will accept Mas Azam's proposal."

"A good answer. All right, in two weeks we're getting married. You don't have to do anything, let me take care of everything. Prepare yourself. Then, excuse me. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam" the two answered.

Alina's gaze fell down. He did not expect to receive the proposal. A proposal from a married man. "What are you thinking?" Ask Bu Aminah to see her gurgle. The arm was given. "You can still cancel this proposal if it incriminates you." Again, Alina just shook her head.

"God willing, I'm ready ma'am. I want to repay the kindness of Mas Azam's family for us all this time. For years they helped the home. And this is all I can give," said Alina sincerely.

Aminah immediately embraced it warm. "God, may this be best for you."

Alina has no power to stem the grief. Tears were spilled behind the frail back of the mother.

...***...

Finally the unwanted time of his presence came as well. The day that Alina Inayyah gave up her single life. Time feels so long gone. Every second that is missed leaves only meaningless memories.

He kept staring at the wall clock in the room. He felt trapped at the same time. It was as if he was in a cage that never passed. Dropped in a precipitous abyss like no one can get him out of there. That's how Alina felt. Marriage does not happen because of love, but because of love.

A fine white dress, a wide-stretched hijab that is veil-covered, a small crown on top of the head, as well as jasmine flowers signify a bride. Alina looks beautiful in a white kebaya wrap around her tiny body. The aroma of the flower that was so attractive made Alina aware, if in a while she would be officially edited by the husband of the person.

A drop of tears fell when the bride's fairies ended their activities. The wide-hijabed woman frowned, astonished.

"Is there something going on? Ahh, surely neng feels very happy well can get married today," thought the fairy.

Alina forced a smile then swept away the tears slowly and slightly left a trace on both of her cheeks. The woman also repaired her makeup.

"Sorry, Ma'am."

"It's okay oruh neng, the name is also a happy day," still with the same perception.

Alina gave a short nod and held her head diving into the brownish eyeball that emanated from the mirror before her. He smiled when reality was not as beautiful as a shadow.

"Mistake it wrong, this is the beginning of everything. First marriage, but not for her. Strengthen the servant of Allah." Monologue Alina.

Time keeps passing. The show has arrived. Alina was grabbed by some people coming out of the dressing room. Inside the mosque there were many people who came. It turned out that despite this being the second marriage for Azam, the man invited relatives and some friends.

He finally sat behind the priest. From that moment he kept looking down, unable to lift his face. At first glance he could see through his eyes, Azam's first wife sitting not far from his existence. While holding the baby Yasmin present in a dress that is so charming.

Her pretty face did not show the slightest pain.

Kabul is underway. Azam was so good at saying it without the slightest mistake. The word "Sah" becomes a marker if Alina is now completely edited by him. It was not tears of happiness that were now flowing down her cheeks but, anxiety.

Alina was then led back to sit next to Azam. For a moment he turned to the side of Yasmin who was smiling. There was pain behind that smile, but Yasmin tried to toughen up. Alina knew there were tears trying to hold.

"Which woman is willing to see her husband remarry. No matter how hard Yasmin held it, it must have been very painful." Benak Alina sitting next to her husband.

Azam reached out with a diamond ring to wear to his new wife. With all her feelings of anxiety, Alina forced herself to accept it. The exchange of rings took place. Now there are two things that are embedded in the big fingers of the man. Miris indeed, but Alina was trying hard too.

Even a warm kiss feels so bland. There is no love in this marriage. Or maybe he was alone feeling it. Alina has always admired Azam for years. Since his parents always provide donor funds for the Azam home often come there. From that moment on, the strange feeling that was stirring his heart grew rapidly. However, when he found out the figure he admired was about to get married, Alina tried to beat him up. But who would have thought God's destiny no one ever knew.

He came and offered a wedding. Though far from the shadow.

"I can't take advantage of this marriage. Remember Alina got ridho Allah. I believe God is preparing the best."

He can only strengthen himself.

After the kobul ijab is completed, the two brides rush to the pelaminan. There some families and invited guests who came in turns to congratulate. The photo session also took place, Alina was very awkward if told to hold the husband's sturdy arm.

Azam did not belong to him.

Amidst the frenzy, vaguely Alina could listen to the word not wearing. He tried to be indifferent, but still it was very difficult to ignore.

"You know she's a second wife?"

"really? Is he an actor?"

"where possible. If he's an actor it's impossible to have a party this fancy. Moreover, his first wife also came."

"Oh my God, all the way? What did the woman really think?"

"If not for the treasure? What's again? Any woman who wants to be a second wife. Polygamy is allowed in our religion, but we have to know the situation, too, right?"

"Ahh you're right too. Maybe because of the treasure for which."

"Can?!"

It hurts so much Alina felt. On the first day of the wedding that should have been full of joy, he only felt sorrow. He kept trying to hold back the tears that tried to come out many times.

"Don't mind. Consider it the wind."

Azam's heavy voice was instantly shocking. He whispered right next to his right ear.

Alina could only nod slowly while enduring the pain.