Double-role

CHAPTER 3

Like a broken glass invisible wound to be the determinant of the most historic wedding day of his life. After the event is over, the two brides get time together. However, the situation is for those who have a normal marriage. Not for Alina.

The 24-year-old woman had to languish alone in the bridal chamber. The spacious box-shaped room consists of a large bed, a clean white painted wardrobe, wide windows, a long sofa in the corner of the room, a dressing table and several other fixtures.

For almost 30 minutes, Alina sat down on the bed. Time and again he sighed softly trying to dampen the rumbling within his chest. Endless pain causes pain.

Bored, because the husband never came he decided to go out. Just as his feet stepped out of the room he had to stop by the door. Her ordinary iris stared straight ahead catching two familiar figures.

"Yasmin, your nose is bleeding again, baby. Let's go back to the room let Aqeela be with Alina first."

Azam led his first wife to the main room. The room located on the second floor made Alina's gaze never be separated from them. After breathing out again he decided to go back in.

Not long ago the door of the room opened to menimpilkan a sturdy figure of a man who had been legally her husband. He is not alone there is a tiny baby who just even two months in his cradle. Alina got up from sitting walking over.

"I can't keep you company, Yasmin needs me more. Tonight can you take care of Ajeela first?"

Alina nodded faintly, Azam immediately handed over his baby into the second wife's arms.

After giving the baby girl Azam back out. Alina was silent at the spot where she stood to coincide with her figure bouncing in the makeup glass. Head hijab and still complete with make up the bride turned her head. His manic stared into his own eyeballs there.

How sad an Alina in the kebaya now she is holding a little baby. She should have gone through the wedding night with her husband. However, the man chose to accompany the first wife.

"Hah~ O Allah strengthen the servant. Aqeela darling, accompany mama tonight well."

For some reason after meeting the baby in his carrier for a week, Alina was already very fond of him. He could not deny the existence of the little angel in his life.

While upstairs, Azam was so deft to help his wife in treatment. A disease that was increasingly cutting her life left her helpless. Tonight his nose came back to bleed, and it became a fear for Azam. The man did not want to lose the figure of the woman he really loved.

"Go back, Alina must be waiting for you." Yasmin's word is weak.

"No. I don't want to leave you, honey." Azam gently stroked the top of his wife's head.

"But it's your bridal night. I'm okay, everything's fine. Come back." Azam again shook his head in response.

Yasmin could nod her head if her husband was so stubborn. However, still he feels guilty to Alina for ruining her bridal night. After no more talk, they lay down together.

Azam was so close that he fell on the frail body of his wife from behind. He dunked his handsome face behind the recess of Yasmin's neck. He could feel the warmth of the beloved's body growing weaker.

"I don't want to lose you. Tell me, I love you" she whispered. Yasmin tightly grasped the two burly arms in her stomach then nodded faintly. He could not refuse fate when God called him later.

He was ready for what would happen.

...***...

Alina awoke from sleep as the tiny baby beside her cried loudly. He held her and tried to calm her down. However, it remained that Aqeela could not stop crying.

"Darling, are you hungry? Mama make milk, yeah." whispered and went out of the room holding Aqeela.

Alina rushed to the kitchen to make her milk. However, his steps came to a halt when he saw the figure sitting at the dining table. He walked slowly closer to her.

"Mr Yasmin? Why is Mama here? It's still midnight." She was shocked to find her husband's first wife there.

"Alina, Ma'am, I'm sorry" he said weakly. Yasmin's pale white hand stretched out and shook Alina's free right hand.

The new bride was also snapped up. "Why did Yasmin apologize?"

"Because tonight should be your bridal night, but Mas Azam instead slept with me and was replaced by Aqeela." The dim curvature of the crescent moon will be present accompanying the tired face of Yasmin.

Alina shook her head a few times. "Mr no need to apologize. After all, this marriage happened because there was black on white. Not without love. I'm doing fine. Better to go back to the room. The night air is not good for health. I'm also happy to be with Aqeela, she's a beautiful princess." He said with a sincere smile. Yasmin could see the sincerity that was emanating there.

"You're a good mother to Aqeela."

Alina could only smile at him. He then moved from his seat and helped Yasmin to the second floor.

He was very careful. Like a pearl that must be well guarded. A slight defect will then decrease in value. That was what Alina was thinking about. If something happens to Yasmin, Azam may hate her. Alina didn't want it until it happened. With great difficulty while carrying Aqeela, Alina tried to help the woman.

Just now they reached the middle of the stairs, at the end of which Azam stood while staring at the two. Alina was surprised instead of playing when the intimidating look was so thick at her. Instantly he lowered his head avoiding that gaze.

"Why are you out, baby." Azam walked closer and took over Yasmin from Alina's embrace.

A fairly rough blow on him made Alina gasp in shock. He did not understand why Azam could behave like that. He also clutched the tiny baby's body tightly. Thank God, Aqeela's cry had subsided and was now back to a deep sleep.

"Am I wrong to bring his wife back?" Gamang mind.

"I'm thirsty" Yasmin replied in a soft voice.

"You can wake me up or ask Alina to deliver it. No need to leave the room. Let's go back to sleep."

Whether intentionally or not Azam embraces his first wife's slender waistband-friendly and shuns Alina.

The newly sculpted doll tub, the brownish woman was dazed on the stairs. Both of his eyeballs continued to monitor the couple. Be ill. The feeling suddenly came to the surface.

"O Allah strengthen the servant." His whisper while increasingly tightening his grip on the child continued.

He recalled a week before the wedding. Azam thrust out a piece of paper that contained some agreement in it. There are so many words that make Alina almost give up on marriage. However, seeing Yasmin's condition, he could not resist. Only able to establish the signature as devotion.

Before his feet stepped back, Azam first came out of the room. That loud-sounding step came at him again. Alina looked up when she found her husband.

"Don't let you hurt, Yasmin. I won't forgive me until that happens. Remember your position in this house. Just as a mother to Aqeela and Yasmin's private sister. Understand!!" Press Azam while gripping Alina's right arm.

"I-I understand, Mas," Alina's great-grandson.

"Alright, go back to your room. Don't expect us to sleep together."

After saying that Azam returned to the second floor. With a wounded feeling Alina also headed to her room.

Behind Alina's door spilled all the pain in her chest. His eyeballs rolled down looking at the tiny baby sleeping. The new wound just grew. Alina tried to suppress the sobs of tangisa who tried to stick out.

"O Allah, I ask only to be strengthened" he whispered softly.