Double-role

CHAPTER 242 (Season 3)

There is no struggle without tears, no success without pain, no smile without disappointment, and no happiness without pain.

That's what Alina has experienced, all her life in the household. Disappointments and betrayals have been passed full of tears.

He did not expect that love clapping one hand was replaced with true love. It is easy for Allah to reverse the condition of a servant.

Alina believed that whatever she received, whether sick or happy, was the best way for her from God.

After spending three days vacationing at a summit with her closest friends, Alina and Zaidan return to their usual activities.

Every day, after performing her obligations Alina would prepare breakfast for her little family. He is happy to be able to carry out his duties as a mother and wife.

His current dual role makes him truly grateful. Alina felt so loved and loved by her husband and two children.

In the midst of busy cooking, he was again surprised at the actions of the husband who always suddenly.

Both muscular burly arms with protruding veins were coiled in his queen's stomach.

"In habit, can't Mas just let me have a day?" alina asked as she was busy cleaning the meat and vegetables.

Zaidan chuckled softly as he hugged her tightly. "I can't let it go, honey. Even I wish I could hug you every second."

Alina was quick to hit the arm that was perched on her. Zaidan laughed even more happily, putting a deep kiss on the top of his head.

The touch instantly intoxicated Alina. The husband's innermost feelings made him speechless.

Five seconds later, Zaidan turned his wife's head until their beads clashed. The magnetic tubs that dance to each other attract, their faces approaching each other.

Unification also occurs, the warm appearance of the two chewy objects is so melenakan. Both Zaidan and Alina were swept away by sheer pleasure.

Not long after, Zaidan let go and rubbed Alina's lower lip using his thumb slowly.

"Everything inside you is opium to me" said Zaidan right in front of Alina's face.

The soot bead widened watching the twinkle in the warm eyes of his halal pair.

"MasyaAllah, thank goodness. So, Mas won't look at other women" Alina replies trying to tease him.

"That's impossible. Because you're the only one in my world. You're the woman who broke down the door of this heart" said Zaidan put Alina's palm on the left chest.

A heart rate that freezes itself. Alina did not expect that at the age of their marriage entering four years, Zaidan was still pounding because of it.

"These places are fast." Alina looked up to see a pair of hazelnuts looking at her.

Zaidan pulled her slowly making their faces back close to each other. The crescent moon perches beautifully on the charming lips of the idol.

Alina was swept away, lulled, to the charm given. The words that want to be spoken are stuck in the throat when the sweetness of happiness flows so fast.

Her milk brown eyeballs emitted a dazzling light that Alina had never seen from her husband before.

Love and compassion boil down beautifully and are anchored to one heart. He realized that without tears it was impossible to get a smile of happiness.

"At this time when the heart is still beating there is only your name in it and we will equally glorify God by running the household based only on Him. God is the best place we are going. Because with the love of God, we can meet and live this marriage."

The words that were set forth behind the charming mouth of the husband flowed like river water into the high seas.

Peaceful and cool, the expression drew both corners of Alina's lips. He smiled and got a confession that he could not get from anyone.

Zaidan was happy and returned the hug was no less tight. For him there is nothing more important than the kindness of his wife and her two children.

"Thank you, you have been born into this world and you have withstood all the trials that God has given you. I'm lucky to be really lucky to be able to turn your back on you" Zaidan continued.

Alina opened her eyes looking straight down. Marble flooring becomes the object of major concern with a flowery feeling.

As if there were butterflies flying in her stomach, Alina felt a constant joy coming crashing.

"Thank you for loving me too." Alina looked up and landed her pointy chin on her husband's chest. "I love you so much. I hope ... we can be together until His jannah. There is nothing more important to me than being with you. 'cause of God."

Zaidan's turn couldn't help but feel when heartfelt warm words came from the woman he loved so much.

The clear marbles were glazed, moved by the expression of the wife who was very reconciling.

He put a warm kiss on Alina's wide forehead and without feeling the tears dripping unbearably.

Alina was flabbergasted, cupped Zaidan's warm cheeks and then rubbed the clear liquid slowly.

"Tears as a sign if I love you very much .." said Zaidan again.

He took his wife's arms and gave her a deep kiss on the back of his hand. Alina could only comment on the gentle smile watching the seriousness radiate in the aura of the husband.

"Have you forgotten us?"

The small voice interrupted, Zaidan who was still holding his wife's hand turned to the side. Alina followed that line of sight and found their first son holding Zenia staring at him.

"God, Father's children." Zaidan squatted beside Alina while stretching out both hands.

Raihan developed a smile, rushed to run through the sturdy body of the father continued. Alina takes over Zinia and they face each other.

"What were Mom and Dad doing?" ask Raihan plain.

"Em, no," Zaidan replied, making the ten-year-old stare fixedly.

"I can't believe it. I heard Dad say love to Mamah" he said quickly.

Alina widened her gaze and rubbed the top of her baby's head.

"Is Raihan happy to hear that?" ask Alina later.

Raihan's attention now turns to the mother completely.

"Of course, I'm grateful that Mamah is loved by Zaidan's father," he explained giving his mother a newness.

"Dad not only loved Mamah, but ... I love you a lot too, dear," said Zaidan, pecking on his right cheek.

Raihan chuckled instantly making the three people there follow him. The little family felt endless harmony.

The household, which is run on the basis of love for the Divine Rabbi, gives birth to tranquility. Harmony became one word to describe their current life.

There is no third or fourth person in it, Alina and Zaidan are grateful for the grace that God has given. The presence of Raihan and Zenia completes their second wedding trip.

...Seriate......