Double-role

CHAPTER 24

In the room there was only a serious and firm look of eyes that were mutually simple. Tears raced out from behind her petals. As powerful as Alina clenched both hands trying not to get carried away. However, the pain continued to urge him to vent the pain.

"Have you had a little time for me lately? Do you still remember me and this kid? It's been a month since Mas never came home and continued to be in the hospital. Are me and this kid not important to Mas now?"

Azam did the same, his fingers clenched tightly until his nails turned white. He returned the gaze of the second wife was no less fierce.

"What are you talking about? Don't add any more weight to me, Alina. All this time I've been trying hard for your good!!" he said defend himself.

"For your good?" Alina paused her words while shaking her head a few times, then looked up again staring intently into her husband's brownish bead. "Not for me, Mom. All I did was for Yasmin. I'm tired, Mas. Tired."

After saying that Alina turned around about to leave him. However, just as both of his legs stepped his right hand was firmly gripped by Azam.

"Speak what are you? Tell me clearly don't make my mind tired. Do you know how severe Yasmin's disease is right now? Do you know how to feel the fear of loss? Do you know the pain of hoping for reality? Don't add to my burden anymore, Alina!!"

Azam's voice suddenly gave many times the pain in Alina's chest. With a single jolt of Azam's hand clasped apart. Alina flipped her body with reddened eyes.

"I'm sick, do you know?!"

Now it was Alina's turn to raise her tone a little. He could not bear the pain whenever he heard the words that made it clear that Azam loved Yasmin very much. He also has a heart and a feeling that he wants to hear. However, everything was in vain. It is not much different from the wind. Its existence is only limited to companionship without settling.

It is clear that the second will not always be the main one. The second although the path is good will always be labeled as not good. That is the perception people have of him. Alina was fed up and could not be in such a position continue.

The dual role was not as easy as he thought.

"I'm bleeding-" Alina stopped her words for a moment as tears fell by herself. His chest felt tight as he said those two words. He saw Azam's reaction which widened his eyes. "I almost lost my baby. I need a husband to have this pregnancy. I understand very well how Mas feels now about losing. But I can't escape this fact if I'm the second one. I can only endure the pain when I really need you. I realize there's only me for this kid."

Alina tried to calm herself down and remove the trail of clear liquid that continued to flow nonstop. Her voice trembled and with all her might did not look weak in front of her husband.

"I'm sorry if all this time only added free Mas only. Can you just appreciate my feelings a little? But it seems pointless. I always pray that you will always be happy. I hope that Yasmin can heal so that the three of you can be together. In just 4 months, I'll try to survive. After giving birth I will bid farewell. Thank you so much for the time you have taken for me. I really appreciate it."

Word after word that came out of Alina's mouth made Azam frozen like a lump of ice. His words continued to ring in hearing ushering in his increasingly disappearing figure. The tears that fell soaking his two pale cheeks were remembered in the shadows.

The wind sweeps and resuscitates Azam if now in front of him is nothing but emptiness. The second woman he married was gone a while ago. Azam was still staring at digesting what he had just heard.

"Sir."

Someone's call made him aghast. Azam turned to the right side and saw Sarah approaching. The serious face illustrates if there is something very important that he wants to say.

"For a month Alina refrained from contacting the Lord. When her cravings came, Alina always tried to fulfill it herself that should be done by a husband. Thoughts, fatigue and emotions also deliver stress for pregnant women. The doctor said if such a situation happened again it would be dangerous. Not for the baby, but also for the mother. Ms. Alina loves Mr. Azam very much, no matter what happens, she always holds him back. Didn't Lord Azam think about it? A, I'm sorry if I interfered. I just want to say it, then excuse me."

Sarah passed from before him. Azam is getting worse now. Problem after problem keeps coming. He sat himself on a single couch contemplating what he had done wrong.

She drowned and pulled her hair in frustration.

...***...

Nature has always provided a welcome respite to anyone who enjoys the gentle touch of the wind. His sweep was able to give spiritual strength as if delivering words full of struggle and patience. Like, "don't cry everything that happens is already a provision of the Above. God will never let His servant fall. The test will always come to gain goodness. Be patient and leave everything to Allah Azza Wa Jalla."

The curvature of the crescent moon is present accompanying the palpation in the chest that is still flowing profusely. The black-hijabed head looked up at the sky which was still pouring down rain. Alina stood on the balcony of the first floor enjoying the scenery that lay in front of her.

Both hands tightly clenched the guardrail trellis. No one could make her feelings equal this time around other than the red hue silhouette on both cheeks. Whether it's happiness or a feeling of relief everything becomes one.

"Mama will hold out for you, honey. Mama always waits for your presence in this world." He muttered as he stroked his stomach slowly bulging him.

Her first pregnancy has been five months, since then nothing makes Alina happy other than the baby. Each movement delivers an unbounded novelty. The pain he had just received seemed to be eroded by the presence of a little angel inside.

He tried not to make anything that made him fall.

Alina looked down at the lump sticking out in her body. Both hands perched there protect the heart of the heart well.

"Mama will fight for our good. Grew up well in here, honey. Mom loves you very much" he whispered again.

The word full of decisiveness and confidence is blown and carried away by the wind. They flew him into space and let him air. Anger and hope will always be there if we believe in the Owner of Life.

God will always be there and watch what happens to each of His servants. When the time comes, good will come in place of sorrow.