Double-role

CHAPTER 26

Just like a book, in it there are notes made by the author. There is a story runyam, happy, sad, tired until the pain is clearly drawn. Pen ink scrapes word by word to describe a person's feelings. Falling in love, getting hurt is clearly conveyed. Although sometimes invisible to the reader, but implied full meaning for the author.

Tears followed every story.

There was a smile of happiness present to dismiss disappointment.

There is anger hidden behind the mask of falsehood.

Patience is the key if anything happens. There is no point in complaining and lamenting. Because everything already has its own provisions. Just like a feeling, love will basically be present to anyone without being prevented.

That is how Alina feels. From the past until this second his feelings for a man named Azam never diminished in the slightest. He had almost given up knowing that the man he admired was married and gone from his life. However, fate reunites until they are united in the sacred bond of marriage.

Alina never imagined it would be the second. He did love Azam, but not in that way to be with him. He better not marry her if he has to be stuck in a complicated situation like now.

Taking the role of wife and mother on the first day of marriage has become a matter of people's speech. The double role he had to play was not easy to do. Too many tears and disappointments accompany the story.

Still the same as yesterday, in her pregnancy entering the fifth month she is still busy taking care of her husband and daughter, Aqeela continued. Sarah who was an eyewitness felt sorry and probably would not be able to be in the position of Alina.

However, the woman did her job very well. Despite being repeatedly injured, he still showed a charming smile.

"Mas, are you going to the hospital again today? How is Yasmin? Is it much better?" alina asked in a row while putting a tie on the collar of her husband's shirt.

Azam looked at him silently as he continued to watch the figure before him without any intention to answer the wife's question. Sensing her husband kept silent, Alina looked up at the glare of my eyes there.

His forehead shriveled at once not understanding what Azam was thinking.

"Mas, Mas Azam," call Alina a little hard.

Azam was aghast and aware of the daydream. "Well, I'm going to the hospital. Ya-yasmin is better," she answered nervously when she said Yasmin's name. It was not like her, Alina thought.

Smile also expands on the beautiful face of Alina and returns to continue her work. "Mas would've been impatient to see Yasmin back home? I'm also looking forward to it, hopefully getting together again."

Neither we nor we spoke from Alina's mouth. He has resigned and accepted the situation that is being borne by him now, because our word or we will never have him in it.

Alina knows herself well enough with the position now. It had been almost a year of marriage to Azam, but until now the husband had never really accepted her as a wife. The good times they had together yesterday were probably just a bonus. Azam did so only to fulfill his duties as a husband.

"It's done" said Alina, walking backwards and then lowered her head with the food on the family room table.

Azam was silent looking at the box in silence. Alina again linked her eyebrows, "Mas, why is Mas daydreaming again? This take a look at Mas it's almost too late. If you arrive late, it'll be bad for the employees, right?"

Not seeing any signs Azam would take it, Alina handed it over by force. Immediately Azam regained his senses and rushed to get the briefcase. Before walking out of the house Azam approached his wife again and thrust his hand.

Alina who understood also immediately regretted it as usual. Unexpectedly Azam put a warm kiss on her wide forehead Alina made her sculpt and let the wind carry her husband away.

He never thought after a month they did not touch Azam still do the same thing. Instantly the heartbeat was too unreasonable, it turned out that the feeling still occupied the deepest heart.

"I should forget about it immediately" muttered Alina. He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his protruding belly, "sorry Mamah, dear. Mamah can't tell your father if today's your consul's schedule. You're gonna forgive mama, right?" the balance held the pain in the chest.

Along the way Azam thought about what had just happened in him. He could not believe Alina was still doing the same as usual. He thought that after saying goodbye, the second wife would change. Azam did not expect that his marriage to Alina would last another 4 months. Thinking about it made him on the verge of anxiety, on the one hand he did not want to part with Alina. However, on the other hand he also could not continuously make him injured.

"If it ends like this I won't accept this marriage. O Allah what should I do? I know divorce is hated by You, but-" his words were interrupted still thinking about the possibility.

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The clock is at half 2 pm. After completing his duty Azam planned to go to the hospital to meet his wife, Yasmin. He gave the job to his secretary, Zara. The 27-year-old woman is used to the burden that is often given to her, especially if the boss is accompanying his beloved wife.

"Why did I forget that this file had to be signed immediately? All right, I'll go to the hospital and see Yasmin."

Zara rushed to clean up the files scattered on her desk and then moved from there.

Upon arrival there Zara immediately parked her four-wheeled vehicle. Just now he was about to open the door his movement stopped. He frowned when he caught the shadow of a woman with a wide hijab entering the hospital building. However, that was not what Zara was concerned about but someone who walked side by side with her.

"Wasn't that Azam's second wife? That guy? Who her? Does Alina have cancer too? Ehh wait this isn't a cancer-specific hospital." Zara raved while looking up at the building.

"Then I have to make sure of something."

After that Zara came out and followed where Alina went with someone she did not know. He walked not far from their existence, the curiosity grew stronger as the expanding smiles on the faces of the two attracted attention.

Zara hid behind a wall when the two figures faced each other. Alina's distended stomach is now her biggest threat. Zara again knitted her eyebrows at the sight of their instrumentation.

"What is he doing? Is Alina going to check the contents? With that guy? Why not Azam boss?"

Question after question kept filling his head. Zara couldn't let that happen. He who was holding something clenched his hands tightly.