Double-role

CHAPTER 38

The melancholy footprints accompany each step of the footprints. The mist of memories danced beautifully along with the memory of loving in memory. Dew longs to burst in the words of love without each other. Love continues to flutter on a figure that should be forgotten.

Pain overcomes the desire to meet. The ego resuscitates him if the husband has hurt many times. Fate says otherwise, if now there is someone who might be able to replace his existence.

Alina, confident if the dual role she is living now different. He must act as a mother and father at the same time for the baby. Her decision was made to part with her husband, Azam. Although the word love cannot be erased easily, but he sure can live without it.

“Then, I was also able to survive even though this love was unrequited. I'm sure there will be goodness that God has arranged for us after this,” his monologue.

After an unexpected encounter with Zara, Alina immediately opens her cake shop again, trying to forget what happened and just think of it as the wind. He does not want to be fooled in a game of attraction feelings.

While in a different place, Azam again accompanied his first wife. Yasmin sat on the hospital bed watching her husband. From his arrival, Azam kept silent with a blank look ahead.

Something different in Azam made Yasmin even more curious.

“Is Alina okay? How's containing? You guys check it out together, right?”

The consecutive questions made Azam gasp, his jet black unraveling head turned to the wife who was waiting for an answer.

“A-alina is fine. The content is also good, the baby is healthy.”

Saying it is like tearing his own feelings apart. His right thumb pressed the index finger firmly withstanding the pain in the chest. To this day, he has not been reunited with his second wife.

“You lied, Mas.”

“Ehh!!”

Azam was stunned to hear Yasmin's words.

“Mas said that without looking into my eyes. Now look at me and say again.”

Azam could not make that request. It was like sowing salt on a wound, sore, but invisible. The wound grew unpreventable, getting bigger as time went on.

“I can't, sorry.” His great-grandson slowly lowered his head deeply.

Yasmin stretched out her frail hand and warmly grasped the big fingers of her husband.

“What happened? You can tell me, Mas.”

Azam shook his head briefly unable to tell Yasmin the truth. He was too afraid to burden his wife and make her health decline. He does not want to lose Yasmin, but also does not want Alina to leave him.

Selfish indeed. However, when love has been divided, each ego increasingly comes ahead.

“Alina, must have something to do with him, right? It's been two months since Alina never visited me. It wasn't like her, did Alina leave the house?”

Yasmin's last question was immediately on target. The invisible sword hunusan plunged into the heart, tearing it apart slowly and giving it endless pain. Azam was silent and did not act. Yasmin concluded that her opinion was correct.

“For my fellow women, I'm sure Alina will never go too far. His love for you is huge. Find her, find Alina and bring her back home. You will get offspring with me yak-“

“Is the baby really my flesh and blood?”

“I know, Mas is not that stupid in addressing every problem. But why is he so stupid now? I can't believe hearing that, of course the baby is your flesh and blood. Astaghfirullah O Allah, what to lose first and then believe? Where did that question come from? Mas too close the heart to the ugliness, open the eyes again and see the truth.”

Yasmin's words continued to buzz in hearing. The word “boh” that glides continues to make him realize if all this time what he did was wrong. He is too carried away by emotions and consumed by the words of others.

More than anyone loved him.

“Can I find Alina back?”

“Follow your instincts and I'm sure wherever Alina is you can meet again. Wasn't she your first love from the beginning? When we first became acquainted, there was already another figure occupying your heart.”

Azam looked up to see a faint smile rising on Yasmin's pale beautiful face.

“Ba-how did you know? I-I mean.... a-I didn't realize it.”.

“Mas believe if a woman's instincts are always right? That's our speciality. Until the year of changing Mas really loved me and God brought you together again, until this marriage took place. Is not God's plan beautiful? So, go find him until you see him before the opportunity is gone.”

Highlight Yasmin's eyes turned serious trying to convince her husband of the possibility. He wanted to give his best to Azam before his time in the world ran out. Instantly Azam nodded confidently and firmness arose in both of his brownish beads.

“I'll find Alina first. I love you.”

Azam moved and put a warm kiss on Yasmin's forehead. The wife commented on the gentle smile accompanying her departure.

...***...

Azam ran as hard as he could along the hospital hallway. Upon arrival outside the round net was accidentally saw the friend was walking towards his vehicle. The phone that was perched on the earlobe immediately attracted attention. Somehow this made Azam instinct interested to follow where the young doctor went.

In a hurry, he got into the car and followed her slowly.

The path he passed made his eyebrows cling to each other. The atmosphere around was no stranger to the view. Azam repeatedly frowned when the route he passed while following Angga he had memorized outside the head.

Until not long ago Angga's car stopped in front of a simple cake shop. His figure came out while holding hands. Before entering the store Azam saw a hijab-wearing woman who was two-bodied out of there.

Instantly, his iris widened with a gaping mouth. The heartbeat is too fast and slowly the grip of both hands on the steering wheel of the car is tight. Azam did not believe the facts he saw now.

Right in front of his eyes, the second wife is spreading a smile at her best friend.

“Alina? So all this time they knew each other? How could this happen? What have I been through all this time? A-is the guy hiding Alina from me? Why?”

Questions revolve in the air without getting an answer. Emotions suddenly clouded to see the friend, when he was in the fog after the departure of Alina, Angga did not tell his existence at all.

However, now he finds out that it was Angga who hid Alina. The road that he passed was an access to the hometown of Angga and Azam had many times come there.

“So, she hid Alina here? Why?”

Azam was still silent watching the interaction of the two people in front of him. As if there were strong hands creeping his heart caused pain again.