Double-role

CHAPTER 36

The game of tug-of-war is being held in the life of an Azam. Someone comes and goes with time. The mystery of tomorrow no one knows, sometimes giving unexpected surprises or painful calamities.

The gate of destiny is playing and dancing beautifully in the heart. Azam was stunned when he heard the words of the secretary, Zara Savina. The beautiful Indonesian-American crossbred woman has been her friend since pioneering a career in the office replacing her father.

Zara entered into the company along with her position as owner. Azam is happy to get a secretary his age. Because sometimes he will feel awkward if he has to work at the same time as someone older than him.

"Can you see me? I loved you from a long time ago."

Zara's words continued to buzz in hearing making her head down hiding a confused face. Fingers clinging to each other resting on both thighs thinking about what had just happened.

"I almost gave up when I found out you were married to Yasmin after we worked five months later. I fell in love at first sight. I don't know if that awe turns into this kind of troubling feeling. However, when I found out you were remarried to a woman named Alina, I didn't want to give up and wanted to get you."

Word by word kept sliding down the slit of Zara's ranum lips. A smile adds to her beauty. The figure of Zara is considered a brother by Azam, his existence is able to solve problems when the work comes non-stop.

Zara is smart, independent and classy. Azam admired him as a mere business partner. However, he did not expect that the feeling called love was present in the middle of the relationship of the superiors and subordinates.

Azam fell into a daydream too deep to think of the events that continue to perch in life. Having a beautiful face is not supposed to get lucky, Azam must be trapped in a confusing time.

"Your second marriage, I can't take it. How could you marry a woman like, Alina? What the hell is going on?"

Zara continued to search him with questions. Azam had not said a word for a few seconds, he looked up again and looked straight ahead avoiding the secretary's gaze.

"It seems, we are not in a relationship to be able to talk personal things. I appreciate how you feel, but I'm sorry I couldn't get back. I've got a wife, not just one."

After saying that Azam got up from the oversized chair about to leave Zara. However, the soft voice stopped again. Azam turned his back in silence at the doorway listening to Zara's continued opinion.

"Are you going to maintain the marriage with Alina? Even you yourself know that the baby in the womb is not your flesh blood."

Zara continued to try to convince Azam who was now clenching both hands tightly. His marble eyeballs vibrated to deliver a clear keristal seeping out. The fragile sturdy back before him looked so far away.

Azam was nearby, but it was not easy to reach.

"Can't you please go"

"Have you finished talking? From here we will only return as superiors and subordinates. I hope you can be professional at work."

Azam stepped foot without a schistun staring at him. Instantly, the dam in both eyes broke, draining clear liquid sliding profusely on both cheeks.

Indirect rejection from the man she loved ushered in wounds. For years the feeling lingered in the heart and with a matter of seconds collapsed changed the pain. Zara couldn't take it.

...***...

A few moments later, Azam arrived at the hospital. Both feet of his level climbed the hallway with a heavy feeling. His breathing rose and fell as if he had been running all day, cold sweat appeared and he stopped his steps and leaned against the wall.

Silence becomes a loyal companion of solitude. Azam looked around and not a single person was seen. A few months passed and the place was no stranger to him. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. After he calmed down, he walked back to one of the rooms.

However, before he came there his net was a clash with the friend. The young doctor quickly walked over and gave a serious look. Azam bowed his head in avoiding him.

"Azam's? What the hell's going on? Why is your face so pale? Are you sick?" Angga asked in succession worried about seeing the state of his best friend.

"Alina's been missing for two months, I don't know what to do. What do you think-" Pause for a moment Azam looked up while gripping the collar of Angga's shirt. "Do you also think that the baby in the womb is not mine? Zara then sees Alina coming to the hospital with another man. Has he cheated on me?"

The brownish Netra Angga widened by forcefully pulling both hands of Azam and clutching his arms tightly. Highlight disappointed eyes clearly visible there, Azam termangu just this time saw the friend like that.

"You are too easily provoked by the speech of others. Who is going through that household, you or someone else? If you believe in them what is the point of your wedding vows? Doesn't it matter when two people get married that there has to be trust in them?"

"We don't love each other. No, Alina loves me. But, ak-"

"You're the plain-plan guy I've met. Just so you know, I met Alina at the hospital for a checkup. I asked her where her husband was, but you know what she said?"

Azam was silent waiting for Angga's next words. With a sharp grin the handsome doctor returned to speak.

"Alina says her husband is busy working and she's fine doing her own check-ups. I knew there was sadness behind the smile that he displayed back then. So, how could Alina be cheating on you? He loves you so much. I didn't expect, the Azam I knew turned out to be so stupid. You've lost someone who truly loves you sincerely."

Angga's words immediately mehujami ulu heart. The guilt grew bigger, he was too consumed by the untrue news from Zara. She loved him and she would do a thousand ways to be together.

Azam was stunned with a blank look and felt a pain in the chest. Angga let go of the quarrel and walked away from the friend just like that.

A moment of silence enveloped the turmoil. Azam fell into his own mind. The shadow a few months back turned around. The second wife's sweet and sincere smile was imagined making her press on the left chest strongly.

Azam felt the void repeatedly sweep away the silence. He realized that Alina had never done anything wrong to him. Instead, it is he who has hurt his wife many times.

"I'm sorry, Alina." Slowly flowed.

Too late, it's too late. Rice has become porridge, can not return again.

Sometimes to be aware of the existence of one's most precious must go through loss.

Azam realized that the feeling in his heart was true for Alina. However, all could not go back to that time and only regrets continued to come.