Double-role

CHAPTER 212 (Season 3)

A star-studded sky with moonlight illuminates tonight. The air is so cold at the end of the year, bringing new hope.

The confusion in the chest is over, now the sweetness of happiness is changed. Nothing can replace the pleasure of a struggle, other than the results obtained after it. Behind the pain coming crashing there will be a rainbow replacing it.

The clock has shown at half-eight in the evening. Zaidan arrived home after a long day of work. Today he was late to return home, because he had to meet with clients.

After parking the car, he walked up to the front door and opened it slowly. The living room immediately caught sight, the cold welcomed the arrival.

The darkness enveloping made him frown deeply. He looked around for a light switch and turned it on quickly.

On a table not far from his whereabouts, he found a piece of paper lying. He walked over, took it, and read it.

"Follow that petal?" he read the writing there. "What does that mean? And ... where did Alina go? Why so quiet?" racau Zaidan while circling the room caught sight.

A second later his eyeballs turned down. Right next to his right foot he saw red rose petals spread straight ahead.

The milk chocolate marbles followed where the petals went. Both legs of the level also walked through the instructions given.

Not long after that, he arrived at the back garden. The path that connects the family room and outside was decorated with small candles as lights on both sides.

Zaidan terkejut dan terus berjalan sampai pandangannya berhenti pada satu objek. Manik jelaganya melebar sempurna menyaksikan wanita cantik bergaun putih dengan hijab yang senada tengah tersenyum manis.

Zaidan was glued, speechless, with a dim mind. He could not think clearly about what he was seeing right now.

Alina who stood in front of the dining table was also happy to see the reaction of the husband. He then approached and looked up right in front of Zaidan.

"Welcome home, I give you a surprise, dear," explained Alina softly.

Zaidan is still on the verge of consciousness. His jet-black head turned to look at what the wife had done.

Not far from its existence, he saw a round table with a white tabletop there are various kinds of luxury food, there is also decorated with two small candles that add to the romantic impression. Under the table there were rose petals scattered around it.

Diner has been prepared so maturely by Alina. He did not expect that the woman who was living with him until this moment could provide unexpected surprises.

"Dear-Darling." Call Zaidan and with a broken movement turn back to his halal partner.

Anxious at her husband's innocent behavior, Alina chuckled softly and continued to pay attention to Zaidan. He then tiptoed a warm kiss on the lips charming his soul mate.

Zaidan froze in silence. He really did not expect to get such romantic surprises and unexpected attacks.

He looked up, his mouth opened slightly, and looked at Alina who was laughing softly.

"Darling, you're so funny." Alina could not stop the laughter until Zaidan came to his senses.

The man with the two children grinned widely and pulled Alina's wrist to make her stop laughing. The owner gasped when their eyes met again.

Next to Zaidan's hand embracing Alina's possessive waist did not want to let go of the item for a second. He kept staring fixedly at his wife made him silent.

The faces of the two were so close, their breaths were hunting each other and colliding with each other and mixing in the air.

The smell of masculine and vanilla into one, both of them dive into the beauty of each eyeball accompanied by the pounding of the heart that is increasingly crazy.

Occasionally the wind comes to accompany a couple there. This brings the two closer together and tilts their heads.

A second later the unification occurred, Alina pulled her wrist and draped it around the neck of the man's level.

Zaidan also pressed the waist of the pujaan make their bodies stick together. The cold was not so pronounced as the warmth spread there.

About three minutes passed, the two men ended their activities. Both of their foreheads were still stuck together with their red mouths extinguished.

The curvature of the crescent moon is created when the novelty breaks in the chest. Alina is still on her tiptoes to equal her height with her husband.

His hand moved to support Zaidan's round head. The finger lentik finger playing a gentle mane made the mani smile wider.

"I love you."

"I love you too more, Honey."

The word love was revealed, the wind flew him into space as a sign that the story of the two will continue to run.

The sweetness of domestic life is being smelled. Harmony became their one unifying word.

Love can come to anyone unexpectedly and unexpectedly. Its presence is like a mystery, containing magic brings a thrilling foreign feeling to a person.

True love can only be obtained after the akad is buzzing, as a sign if someone is really sincere and serious.

Failure is not the end, but behind it there is a delayed success. Although many tears are wasted, rest assured that afterwards there will be laughter as a form of gratitude.

...***...

Zaidan still shackled his beloved wife in his arms. They still throw smiles revealing happiness.

He then gave a light kiss all over his face. Alina chuckled softly feeling so loved and coveted by her husband.

"Thank you for the surprise, I really didn't expect it" Zaidan said later.

"Em, no problem, honey. Actually ... I've been wanting to give you this surprise for a long time, but there are obstacles" complained Alina.

Zaidan let go of his embrace and turned to his wife. Alina was strangled, shocked at the sudden actions of her husband.

Without saying a word Zaidan walked up to the table and sat Alina there. He placed both hands on the right and left sides of his life partner.

Alina put her hand on Zaidan's shoulder. They look at each other to explore the charm of each.

"It's okay, honey. I'm so glad you've prepared all this for me, that means .. You think a lot about me" Zaidan said in reply to Alina.

The head in the hijab nodded several times and then rubbed the top of Zaidan's head. "Alhamdulillah, thank goodness. I'm glad to hear it and .. I always think of you, honey."

Zaidan smiled widely and brought his face closer. Seeing that Alina directly cupped the two cheeks of the husband made the man scowl.

"What's wrong?"

Not the answer received, but a warm chewy object hit his charming lips. Zaidan was happy not to play, in his heart he was shouting, prancing on the initiative of Alina.

He followed the game he did, making them fall back asleep on a smoldering kiss. There was no one there, only the couple who were drunk with romance.

The feelings of both are conveyed through impulsive movements as a sign of affection. Love melts into one forming an increasingly strong bond.

Existence of each other is like an indisputable opium. Romantic, being one word describes their togetherness.

...Seriate......