Double-role

CHAPTER 239 (Season 3)

There will always be a story that comes after a rainstorm.

There will be times when the sadness ends and changes in happiness.

There is nothing wrong when tears flow, therefore as a sign of relief.

Three days after learning of her birth mother's whereabouts, Alina is always haunted by feelings of guilt. Every day he would come to his brother's residence, Jihan.

They often spend time together while enjoying the food that Alina brought.

She wants to invite her brother to stay together, but Jihan subtly refuses. He had to take care of the residence that his mother had secured him.

"Let me also take care of this house, Teh," said Alina who returned there.

"Alright, but let's not forget your obligations as a mother and wife" Jihan smiled faintly.

Alina nodded briefly. "Why doesn't the Lord want to stay with me? Now Tetuh is alone, what-"

"Alina, instead of Teteh won't. It's just ... Teteh was waiting for someone here," said the elder sister making Alina frown deeply.

"Who are you waiting for?" ask Alina curiously.

"Suami and Teteh's son, they are out of town and haven't come home yet" Jihan explained.

Alina simply commented a smile while nodding in understanding.

One week after that Alina invited the two children and husband to visit the mother's grave and pray together.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am. Alina is coming again ... Alina wants to introduce her two grandchildren and mother-in-law. I hope you can be calm in nature. Alhamdulillah, Alina is happy with them," said Alina happy.

"Assalamu'alaikum granny. I'm Raihan, Grandma's first grandchild. Even though my mom and I can't meet Grandma, but we love Grandma very much. Hopefully later we can meet there well, Grandma," continued Raihan staring at the tombstone of the biological grandmother.

"Na-na-na." The almost one-year-old baby followed the words of her mother and sister. Zenia developed a gentle smile as if looking at something there.

"Assalamu'alaikum mother. I'm Zaidan, Alina's husband. Don't worry, I promise to make them happy. Even if we're just meeting, give us your blessing, mother," Zaidan said, leaving Alina feeling full.

He tried to hold back the sobs when happiness that is not measurable how big it continues to come crashing.

...***...

The dark sky came again, stars scattered with moonlight accompanied.

In a room in the Zaidan family residence, a couple were spending time together.

The two clenched each other while sitting on the bed.

Alina kept looking at a pendant in her hand.

The pendulum in which there is a photo of an adult woman and toddler also makes her feelings mixed.

The picture is of him and his mother. At that time he was five months old smiling sweetly at the camera.

"I don't remember ever being in mom's arms. How's it feel? Is it that warm?" alina said as she stroked her face in the photo.

Zaidan who was behind him was embracing warmly giving a deep kiss on the top of his wife's head.

"It must be very warm, dear. Look at you until you smile like that" he said holding Alina's hands.

He nodded slowly holding back the tears that were constantly dashing out.

"Yes, I'm right. I must be so happy to be in mom's arms. Even though after that I was in an orphanage." A drop of clear liquid glides.

Zaidan turned Alina's face to face her. A warm kiss landed on his forehead, both eyes, cheeks, nose, and ended up on a chewy object as red as his cherry.

"Don't be sad, all this has become God's destiny and plan. God knows you can handle it, baby. Therefore you are continually put through such trials, because God wants to give you the best, which is endless happiness."

Mellifluous and gentle words of the husband anchored at one point of the deepest recesses.

The warmth that radiates from both hands perched on the cheeks gives vigor.

Alina carried that burly hand and gave a deep kiss on her palm.

"Thank you, honey. If it wasn't for Mas who had accompanied me. I might not have been able to hold on. Especially when facing the reality of the mother-"

"Shut, if saying it could hurt you better not say it. I'm sure mom's happy up there. Let alone seeing you who is already happy here," said Zaidan again.

I don't know how many times the clear liquid slid again on the cheek.

Zaidan removed it slowly, both corners of the lips curved perfectly.

"Don't cry and never feel alone. Because I will always be here with you, until whenever," said Zaidan made both of Alina's irises widen.

"Thank you, honey. I'm lucky to have you" Alina replied, clutching her athletic body tightly.

"God does not burden a person except according to his ability. He received the reward (of virtue) which he worked for and he received the punishment (of evil) which he did." (Q.L. Al-Baqarah: 286)

Day after day passes giving meaningful memories. Every day, every moment, every time there is only togetherness.

Alina has proven to herself that she can succeed.

The sour, the sweet, the bitter life he has taken. How those tears once flowed for the pain of love betrayed.

Nestapa danced for eight years. The love of the first husband who he thought was sincere was in fact just a lie.

His love must be anchored to clap one hand. During that time Alina must be a shadow of the past of an Azam.

Years change, the pettiness in life slowly disappears.

God presents the figure of Zaidan as a complement to life.

Zaidan is like a medicine to cure his heartache.

They married to bind that feeling with a sacred promise before God.

Although their marriage must be overwritten for the sake of disaster, but with togetherness the two are able to face all that.

To the last port, that is the sweetness of a togetherness called happiness.

The twilight sky bears witness to how their story is so beautifully woven.

The couple, who had been close to building a household for four years, were now tasting honey from the test results.

"There is nothing happiest for me but to be with you, dear" whispered Zaidan, holding his wife warm from behind.

Alina leaned her slender back against the chest of the husband's field.

"I love you. Nothing but you can bring me happiness" Alina replied.

Both looked up to see a tinge of orange and orange colors in the eastern horizon.

Peace and tranquility both get from this one painting of God.

"Where are the favors you deny? God is so perfect to give surprise after surprise behind events. O Lord, Tabaraqallah, the beauty of Your grace, O Lord," whispered Alina in silence. His lips continued to arch the perfect crescent moon.

...Seriate......