Double-role

CHAPTER 34

In fact, no matter how bad the incident that befell must be in it there is a learning. Tears that flow do not always indicate pain. However, sometimes it shows the novelty of happiness that looms.

The wound will be created to form an emotion to cause pain. Because pain is necessary to create joy. The witness is the fact that Allah never sleeps and keeps an eye on every servant. No need to worry or worry about life problems, because the Owner of Life already has the best scenario.

Alina, a woman who is now two-bodied, enjoys her life as a mother-to-be. Whatever he does becomes a force for himself and his son. Yesterday became a thrilling episode full of the twists and turns of household travel.

Love accompanies every step. The kindness of the husband incised a sweet taste like honey. However, it turned out that behind it stored a bitter taste like bile.

He felt that his life had not been lucky, wrong and wounds came many times. Only silence bears witness to what lara self-whack looks like.

The clock has shown at half-nine in the morning, the horizon shows its beauty with blue color spread with clouds. The king of the day sat on his throne comfortably accompanying solitude.

A sweet smile expands tat when his work is displayed in the display case. Alina's cake shop, it was established a month ago. Since deciding to leave the life of the husband, he lived by selling cakes. It did not escape interference, Angga. The doctor helped her willingly.

"Well, is there another new cake?"

Angga's voice again intruded, without further ado he immediately ate the cake that had just been baked. The heart-shaped cake immediately filled his mouth with a sweet taste and a little sour.

Angga smiled happily.

"It's delicious, lemony?"

Alina who was busy in front of the oven turned her body staring fiercely at Angga. The young doctor continued to eat the cake in front of him.

"Nake, because it's free. Didn't they? When do you want to keep eating it? I could go out of business later."

Hearing the saying, Angga stopped his action while smiling awkwardly. He put the cake that had not yet entered his mouth. He patted his hands cleaning the crumbs that were attached.

A light laugh was heard, he scratched the base of his head and lowered his head to hide the guilt. Like a child being rebuked by his mother.

"Sorry, the end of your cake is really good. Ah, what if I wrap it up to take it to the hospital? I want them to feel it too. I'll pay for the cake I ate."

Instantly a twinkle of happiness was present on her beautiful face. Alina nodded vigorously and resumed her delayed work. In silence Angga smiled broadly at how enthusiastic Alina was.

For almost two months knowing him, Angga found a fact. If Alina is an independent woman, loyal and also patient.

Although behind it all his household trips with his best friend so runyam.

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Today's hospitals look deserted, not many patients or people come to visit. Angga had arrived and walked down the hall to one of the loincloths.

He came to a room located above a special VVIP patient, where Azam was already with his first wife, Yasmin. A smile flared as he looked at himself. Azam replied to the same thing and saw his best friend.

"I brought a souvenir who knows you like."

Angga gave his best friend a hand and began to check on Yasmin.

Azam walked to the sofa in the corner of the room and opened it and saw cookies there. The aroma of coffee and chocolate also meets the sense of smell. Azam began to taste and was instantly silent. He stared at the cake in his new grasp a bitten piece.

The taste that is trapped in his sense of taste makes him think of a few months back. Where his second wife often made him cakes with various flavors. However, that became his favorite coffee flavor cake. The not-so-sweet snack always accompanied him to work at home.

Memories of that day back present made him remember the sweet smile that always faithfully scattered on the beautiful face of the wife.

Shortness instantly filled the deepest recesses of his heart. Azam raised his head and turned to look at his friend.

"Does Angga know anything about Alina? It's been almost two months, and I don't know where he is" he continued.

A little while later Angga finished with his task.

"Alhamdulillah, Yasmin's condition gradually improved. We should not despair of asking God for help for healing."

Angga's words awakened Azam who was being lulled in daydreams. He nodded and nodded briefly. After that the doctor left the room leaving a sense of curiosity. Regardless of what Azam went and caught up with his best friend. Yasmin only watched in silence the departure of her husband.

"Angga," call Azam.

Angga who had just walked a few steps back to turn his body saw Azam firmly approaching.

"The cake you brought. Where'd you get it?"

A smile spread across the handsome face of Angga and returned the gaze of the friend, deep.

"Why?"

One word made Azam frown.

"I'm just curious. Because the taste of the cake was the same as Alina's."

Angga folded his hands in front of his chest when he saw the eyes full of questions.

"Isn't there in this world so many flavors in common? There is not one, but thousands. Is that the only cake Alina made?"

Azam was further confused by Angga's answer. He raised both eyebrows, not the answer he wanted. He was convinced that something was hiding.

"My answer, where did you get that cake?"

"I got it from a friend, he just opened a cake shop."

Azam looked into the brownish bead of Angga and did not find a single lie there.

"What is Alina?"

Angga took off the hand link and put it in the pocket of the suit. He smiled and leaned slightly forward.

"Why are you asking like that? What miss?" just ask.

Azam could not answer, Angga's question floating in the air without getting a reply. He then pulled back and smiled broadly.

"If there's no answer I'll go. Not good not to keep the feeling alone? Didn't you think about how Alina felt back then? Now that he's gone, are you sorry?"

After pushing her with a question, Angga left with silence. Iris brownish Azam looked at the friend who kept away.

Regrets and longing occupy the deepest heart. Lying, he didn't feel it. In fact, all this time he kept trying to find where the second wife was. His passing carried the wounds he had inflicted. A word of farewell suddenly dancing in memory makes Azam gamang. If the feelings that he had not been able to admit properly, have been.