Double-role

CHAPTER 204 (Season 3)

Love will grow over time. Episode after episode that passed taught to continue to accept all provisions.

God as the best screenwriter has given the way of life for every servant well. There are no trials and trials that plunge a servant, but there will be good.

Such was the lesson Alina could take during her life up to this second. Many trials come crashing, ranging from love clapping one hand for eight years, in which there is betrayal, becoming a second wife, double as wife and mother on her wedding day, it's been natural.

During that time tears flowed, becoming a silent witness to every story that knitted. However, behind the pain that came crashing, he was met with a substitute figure.

Zaidan Zulfan, a husband who can bandage wounds with happiness. I don't know how many times he thanked God for the blessings given.

However, it does not rule out the possibility of the exam coming back. Their household journey must be put to trial, the Zulfan elder who disapproves of his second marriage until the arrival of the third man.

Surviving, believing, and believing in each other ushered in Alina's second marriage relationship to survive.

They always hold fast to the strongest rope, which is Allah SWT. Alina and Zaidan believe that the ordeal came as a household booster.

As time goes on, another story will come to replace the old one. The third person who interfered with their marriage got his reward.

However, as a fellow servant of Allah and Muslimah, Alina could not let Zanna fall alone. He kept coming and seeing her, sometimes Zaidan accompanied him.

"What else do you want here?" cold words sounded.

Just now Alina shifted the door of Zanna's room, the occupant welcomed ketus. The hijab-wearing woman smiled and then closed the door again.

He walked closer and stood beside her. Zanna who was sitting leaning against the head of the bed threw her face in the other direction.

It had been two weeks since Zanna regained consciousness from her coma, during which time Alina was still actively visiting her. It flashed in the mind of a question mark, where his father and mother were.

Why don't they come see me? Think Zanna who always finds Alina and Alina again.

"I brought you some fruit. I'm glad you're sober and active in therapy. I was hoping-"

"You must love seeing me like this? You happy to see me in an accident until I'm paralyzed? You must be laughing watching my situation right now," said Zanna to sniff out Alina's words.

For a second there was only silence, the two women were silencing their mouths tightly no one spoke.

The curious Zanna turned her head and looked up to see the curved crescent moon on the beautiful face of the interlocutor. However, not long after that he watched a drop of clear crystal fall just like that.

Zanna looked up at Alina crying right in front of her own eyes. There is no pleasure or satisfied countenance, only pity and worry.

"I'm sorry" Alina said, wiping away tears.

Zanna was silent for a while and kept looking at Alina. He squeezed the coarse blanket and reached into both feet. He felt nothing there, everything numb could not be moved in the slightest.

"Yes, I feel sorry for you. I pity you, why do you not use this situation to repent to Allah? You know ... Allah gives this rebuke, because He wants to see you back to him" said Alina who now cuts her speech quickly.

Zanna gave a rude snort, without saying a word. Alina realized there was something that she could not express straightforwardly. He sat down on the bedside chair and looked out the window.

"You know .. before marriage to mas Zaidan .. I had failed in building a household. Being a second wife always gets gossip from people. For eight years I married her, there was no real happiness I could get."

"The "pleasure I received was nothing but pseudo and illusion. It was all my wishful thinking, because my husband lied and betrayed me. He never loved me and preferred to be with another woman."

"I went through it all with tears. The struggle of that time may have consumed many tears. However, after I gave everything to Allah alone .. The terrible incident brought me to the mouth of happiness."

"God brought the figure of Mas Zaidan to heal the wounds of my heart. You know ... if behind the test crashing, densest kindness. Never give up in it. Because it's all just gonna make things worse."

"I believe that God is testing you right now. So go through it patiently and hold fast to Him" said Alina at length.

Zanna silently listened carefully to what Alina was saying. He did not expect if the woman had experienced household problems that were so strange.

After that Alina moved from her seat and looked back at Zanna, fixed. "I wish you the best. I'm sure you're a very nice woman, just .. You're lost. So go back and change. May you heal soon."

Alina stepped foot leaving the plate shoes in the room. Not long after, his figure disappeared behind the door.

Instantly also the sobs of a Zanna broke. His chest was like someone was squeezing forcefully. Like an arrow shot at the target giving a gaping hole there.

As if a thorn slashed his deepest recesses, flowing endless tears. Only emptiness and emptiness accompany.

Zanna was crying. He roared, grabbed his coarse hair, trying to get rid of the pain in his chest.

His feelings are mixed, between sad, hurt, sore, and there is regret coming crashing. He grew sobbing as Alina's words resuscitated.

Without her noticing outside the room, Alina listened to everything. He smiled and shed tears.

"O Allah, thank You for giving strength to the servant. Thank you for not getting too revenge on Zanna. I hope he can receive your light. Give her taupik, guide her, Lord," the monologue Alina in silence.

He clenched his two strong hands, as the roar in his chest grew increasingly rebellious. Lying if there is no frustration in yourself, but Alina tries to control it so as not to get bigger.

He does not want to hold a grudge that will only make himself worse. He believes that God does not sleep and sees everything from above.

"May you recover quickly, Zanna," he whispered the same thing.

He left behind the memories left behind. All of it is written in the dictionary of his life, how events are not expected to make him stronger and patient again.

...Seriate......