Double-role

CHAPTER 30

In life, there are two phases that change and change. Sometimes covered in tears and painful wounds, sometimes cheerful laughter and the twinkle of happiness. The two continue to intersect as one by one the steps of life continue to be climbed. A very long struggle with hope passed to the top. Endure and be patient become the foundation to end it all, until God says it's time to go home.

It's okay if there are still tears that continue to overshadow, it's okay if there are still feelings that are slashed, it's okay if the self feels most humiliated. All of this will get the best reward from the Owner of Life. God the greatest screenwriter has his own best path for each of His servants.

Trust and trust become the main key.

The clock has shown at half-morning, the rain outside is still pouring on the capital. A strong wind blew away every fragile twig. Slowly the eyelids that were originally closed re-open.

The first thing that caught the view was just the white ceiling up there. The smell of drugs and also the pain in the right hand is resuscitating. Alina is in the hospital, again.

He looked to the right and left side only a greeting void. This is the second time she has been lying there without a husband. Tears glide when you remember what happened a moment ago. Where a great quarrel with her husband made her decide to leave the house.

Not long after the door of the room was opened by someone, Alina hurriedly removed the trail of clear liquid and tried to act ordinary. However, the man in white clothes caught the sadness within him. He walked over and stood beside the bed.

"Are you awake?"

The familiar voice surprised Alina. Both of his eyes widened in disbelief at seeing his figure.

"Ma-mas Angga," she said.

Sweet smile on the handsome face Angga, young doctor and close friend Azam stared into his brownish bead.

"Someone found you passed out in the park and brought her here. The obstetrician said you should not be in a situation like this could-can your pregnancy be problematic. Thank God that fear did not happen, your baby is very strong. I was on a night duty at this hospital and was shocked to see how you were doing" he said.

The words just now that he had heard launched a clear keristal circle in the bead of sayu there. Alina remembers nothing after getting out of Azam's house. He pulled over in the garden and tried not to cry. However, the feeling of tightness continues to dominate until it makes him unconscious and ends up in the hospital.

"Did something happen in your household? Why are your nights in the park? Isn't it raining big right now? Where is Azam? What's in"

"Can you leave me alone?"

Alina turned her head to the left side avoiding the gaze of Angga while cutting her words quickly.

Seeing Alina who was holding back tears with a slightly trembling body Angga understood. He couldn't force her to answer that question. He went out and closed the door again. Outside the room he pensively stared at the marble floor diving in his own daydream.

"What is Azam doing now? why did his two wives end up in the hospital?" gamang.

Alina was crying alone. He tried to vent the feeling of tightness in the chest and forget everything.

...***...

In the morning, the air was so humid. The dark clouds still gathering above the sky presented a chill. Solitude adds emptiness in the chest. Inside the dining room there was only one.

Azam did not enjoy his breakfast at all. A pale face with thick eye bags the effect of not sleeping last night. He thought about Alina's whereabouts and was surprised to learn that the second wife had left the house.

Last night it was raining hard enough to scare her about Alina's condition. It was undeniable that regret was crawling his heart just like that. The shadow about last night so haphazardly pierced into memory. Azam did not expect his own actions.

"Assalamu'alaikum, is it Angga? What's Yas-"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Azam, Alina's in the hospital."

Angga's quick words immediately made Azam's round eyeballs slit. The heart was pounding and the mouth was gaping perfectly.

"I hope you can come to xxxx hospital"

After saying this, Angga ended the call without giving Azam a chance to answer. Instantly, his feelings were also agitated. There was fear creeping in his chest making him distrustful.

Alina's words last night turned around. The wife was so frightened when faced with the bleeding that had reached her. Negative thoughts also visited Azam's mind and he quickly left the house.

Throughout the journey Azam continued to beristighfar trying to dampen the emotional turmoil that continues to arrive. Worry, worry, fear of being one. Cold sweat sprung up at his temple ushering him to the truth.

A few moments later he arrived at his destination. His legs ran in the hospital hallway to meet his second wife. With a great hunting breath he stopped in front of the whitewashed door. He set a tightness in his chest before he met Alina.

Slowly the door opened, cold air blew greeting his arrival. The emptiness is so pronounced when no one is caught in the retina. There was only one bed with an infusion hose hanging there.

Azam's two eyes back to the pattern did not see the wife anywhere.

"What'sthis? Did Angga lie to me?" muttered.

Not long after the clap landed on the right shoulder, Azam looked back and found his best friend. The bespectacled man shook his head while looking straight at him, as if he was delivering bad news.

Azam's feelings were many times frightened. Just this time he saw the cold expression that Angga was displaying. As bad as it is, Azam never caught the mimic on the face of his best friend, including Yasmin's condition.

"W-what really happened? You lied to me Alina went to the hospital?!" said Azam with a high tone.

With one sentence coming out of Angga made Azam's defense collapse. His duania crumbled just like that, the pain hit him hard, the tears of regret slid quickly. It stiffened in place as if there were coiled roots on both feet. His head stopped working like a huge hammer was broken. The reality of a strong slap if the true existence of the wife no longer exists.

After patting his shoulder once more, Angga left Azam with nothingness. Solitude hugged him back tightly ushering in an estuary of pain. Slowly his strapping body turned to see the room.

The hanging infusion hose draws attention to make tears continue to flow, flowing like a river. The smell of drugs is so striking that it pierces the sense of smell.

Azam realized that he had made a deep wound for Alina.

"I didn't expect you to just leave, Al" she whispered softly.

The words of Angga continue to ring in hearing, if

"Alina's gone,"

Three words, but was able to make his entire life crumble.