Double-role

CHAPTER 22

Day after day keeps rolling, detailing in the rotating hours as it should. The good times that once happened fade with time. Kala never wrong to give a surprise to the owner of their respective stories.

The blooming flower must grow alone in the barren field.

That's what Alina is feeling right now. It had been almost a month and during that time the husband had never returned home. Since that day Azam only told his assistant to bring a change of clothes without even going home. From the hospital to the company, that's how the life cycle has been for the last few days.

Young pregnant Alina feels very lonely every time her cravings come. He could only swallow the bitterness pill when reality slapped him strongly. Every time the desire of the baby jaba present Alina tried her hardest to fulfill her own. If his request was strange he pressed it as much as possible. He knew and understood very well that Yasmin needed her presence more. Even so Alina also missed the existence of her husband. He wanted to be pampered, fully loved by Azam at times like now.

The hormones of pregnant women are increasing sharply. Every night without anyone knowing, tears would spill over her beautiful face.

It kept on repeating, and now it happens again.

Alina was sitting on a single sofa in her private room. The silence greeted back with a cold air hugging him tightly. There was no sound other than a sobbing that was restrained, using both of her palms Alina smothering her own mouth. The sense of loss seemed to pierce him many times.

The pain he felt now was many times more painful. Maybe because the influence of pregnancy makes this mother-to-be cry bitterly at all times.

"A-aww,"

Alina choked as she felt something in her stomach continue to churn. Instantly the tears stopped flowing then he bowed his head looking towards the lump in his body. The right hand raised stroked the stomach slowly protruding there.

"Aw, this hurts so much. Lately I've been having cramps, baby forgive Mom." Ocehnya tried to talk to the baby.

Alina kept doing the same thing trying to get rid of the pain in her stomach. However, it has been almost 20 minutes that the pain has not subsided. Slowly a sweat began to spring up on his forehead with his left hand clenching firmly. Alina tried to endure the pain hoping that the cramps in her stomach would subside. However,

"Oh my God, I can't take it anymore. Honey, Mamah, I'm sorry. Mamah, really sorry," he said.

The clock is at half 12 p.m. Alina was not strong with the pain she was in and tried to get away from sitting. Just as both of his legs were walking a few steps, he felt wet in his groin.

He looked down and immediately his eyes widened perfectly. His stomach mouth was wide open when he saw a thick red liquid flowing from his long robe. His heart was racing as negative thoughts continued to arrive.

"No-no, baby. Sa-sayang persamlan Mamah please. Don't be like this, Mom won't lose you."

His voice faltered as tears flowed back. He dragged his feet out of the room. The pain in his heart was mixed with panic. The clear liquid kept on rattling away making him frightened.

Emptiness became the first place to welcome Alina after appearing in the living room. There was no one there, he kept trying to walk out of the house. However, before reaching the front door Sarah's screams were shocking.

"ARENA WAVES?!"

Alina immediately looked back and with a tremble her hands extended towards Sarah. "Take me to the hospital. The babies, the babies"

Not yet had time to finish her sentence Alina fell unconscious. Sarah panicked and rushed for help and took her to the hospital.

Sarah who had just petted Aqeela and wanted to put her to sleep in the upper room was shocked when she saw Alina coming out of the room with red patches following her. He was shocked and scared when he found him unconscious. After getting help Alina was rushed to the hospital.

The emergency department operated 24 hours, the hospital hallway was quiet and not a single one was visible. The sound of the gurney being pushed into a backsound of vacuum throwers. The cold night air does not dampen the sweat that continues to appear.

Upon arrival there Alina was immediately dealt with. Sarah who was holding Aqeela waited outside the room in anxious hope. He still felt how Alina grip when tightly grasping his fingers. He knew what kind of fear he was feeling.

Sarah pulled out a smart thing trying to contact the other party. The cancer-specific hospital is quite far from there, but Sarah hopes her big master can take the call and rush over.

After several calls to Azam, not a single call was received. Sarah is frustrated and continues to stand by herself.

"Astaghfirullah psalm, O Allah, save Alina and her baby. Hope nothing happens" he murmured.

While in a different place Azam was accompanying Yasmin to sleep. The couple lay together in a hospital bed. Medical equipment is no longer a foreign thing, as if their homes moved there.

The embrace on the wife's small shoulder brought Yasmin closer to her. The smell of dissipatants instantly burst forth, many times Azam affixed a warm kiss on the top of his head. Yasmin comfortably perched on the chest of the husband's field. There is no other place to be next to a halal couple.

Azam did not realize that the phone above the nightstand continued to turn on. Sarah tries to wake Azam from reality if not only Yasmin needs him, but Alina as well.

That smart thing just lives without making any sound. The position of Azam who was turning his back was indifferent.

"I beg you to hold on for us. I love you so much, Yasmin."

The woman in his arms opened her eyes, looking up at him directly into the brownish soot of her man. A weak smile was present with slender arms outstretched rubbing the jaw firmly of her husband.

Angga said that if Yasmin's condition gradually improved, it became happy news for them. However, Yasmin has not been allowed to go home and the two are still in the hospital.

Azam forgot that there was still someone waiting for his return. He was too preoccupied with taking care of Yasmin and the company.

"If you can, I also want to continue with you" there was a pause, Yasmin set the tone of voice so as not to vibrate. "But all God rules. We can't do much, the plan, the destiny and the storyline are in God's hands."

Azam nodded at a glance and increasingly tightened his embrace. "I knew. I hope God will keep us together."

Yasmin did not say anything just drowning the face in the husband's chest and inhaling the fragrance that was emanating from his body.

They enjoy time alone. Not thinking about tomorrow, or the situation. Just being with any loved one can be knocked down easily. The mind is locked at one time hoping the clock stops that second as well.

Yasmin still wanted to be with Azam in building a household and raising Aqeela. The hand perched on his back gripped his shirt tightly. Yasmin tried her hardest to recover from the malignant disease that kept eating away at her.

"O Allah, please give me the opportunity to continue with this man. Servant loves him very much. I can't see her with another woman, but I want the best for her. Hah~ just this once let me be selfish," Yasmin monologue.

The dark night becomes a connector of the story about three people stuck to the same scope.