Double-role

CHAPTER 39

Behind the gray clouds, twilight is present filling the void in the afternoon. Orange timburat, purplish fused in the vast space. Azam, the friend silently watched the short drama that had just happened. His heart stopped beating seeing how familiar his wife and best friend were.

He got out of the car with steady steps and emotions stirred. He wanted to ask Angga for an explanation for the incident he saw.

The loud sound of the bell at the door instantly attracted attention. Angga and Alina who were greeting at the cashier table stared at the arrival of one figure not expected his arrival. Her lunar eyeballs widened perfectly with blood whirring violently, Alina did not expect the husband to be caught sight again.

The atmosphere around him became tense and unhinged. Angga immediately dispersed some visitors and closed the shop early.

Now there are only three of them there. Azam walked up to his wife with demanding eyes.

The views of the two men clashed with each other without trepidation. Alina only wants painless freedom from her husband.

"What'sthis? What are you doing behind my back? So, you guys know each other? Why are you hiding my wife? What right?"

Azam turned to his friend and continued to shower him with questions. Seriangain was present on the handsome face of Angga and returned the gaze of Azam no less serious.

"I didn't hide it, but saved it. Saving Alina from a husband who could never appreciate her."

Azam was stunned with a widened bead. The words that were thrown delivered the vibrations of pain in the chest. He is conscious and tries to dampen the emotions for Angga, his stupidity makes him lose Alina. Now destiny is back together in the form of regret.

The soft black-browed head also lowered its head in hiding the tears that were trying to come out. In silence Alina watched the movements of the husband while clenching both hands tightly.

"Isn't it better, Mas's gone? There's nothing we can talk about anymore."

Hearing Alina's words, Azam looked up to the right side looking at the wounded wife's face. It unsheathed the sword tore at the feeling slowly.

With wide steps Azam approached Alina.

"No, I've been looking for you all along. I wanted to apologize, and."

Alina snorted withstanding the annoyance. He was again made not to believe the words of Azam.

"Repent is no longer useful. I'm tired and can't live with you, Mom. One more month, in one month we'll officially be apart."

Alina then left a void and void approaching Azam. The businessman also fell down with tears. The cold attitude and speech of the wife who was thrown incised incised invisible wounds.

Angga who witnessed the story of the poop both smiled wryly not understand the way his own best friend thought.

"The rice has become a mush, there is no point in turning back time. Alina, good woman. Although at first I did not agree that you were getting married again, but your second wife was very sincere and sincere. Don't ask her for anything possible. He's been hurt and it's not easy to take you back."

Azam was silent and could not say a word. What Angga said is true. All for the mistakes he made and now he has to bear the consequences.

"Glass that has been broken can not be returned intact. Just as a broken heart cannot go back to what it was. Understand."

Azam was left alone with the pain constantly looming.

Just like a kite, the game of tug-of-war a feeling of being suspended. Alina did not expect that the unexpected time of his arrival was present in a matter of days. He sat on the edge of the bed looking at the ring lying on the nightstand.

There was no sobbing and the smile disappeared. The darkness of the night eliminates the evening and the pain comes eroding the feeling.

Alina stroked her distended stomach many times eliminating the anxiety. He continues to be privileged and believes that behind this all God is arranging the best plan for him.

Crying is useless, tears are too precious to be juxtaposed with cruel treatment deliver pain.

Alina just wants to try to rise and live independently without the presence of her husband. He believes God will give you the best destiny.

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Grey clouds still faithfully hang over the horizon. The king of the day refused to come out and preferred to hide behind the dispute. The cold air slowly ushered in silence. Without the wind, without the warmth of the sunshine life must keep going.

Alina prepared to open the store, the smell of the cake fused indoors. Warmth is created when jars after jars of sweet foods are displayed in the storefront. The inscription "open" on the front glass door behind the welcome windfall that comes.

However, the one present was not like a shadow.

Alina was back when she met her husband. The figure again greeted the day that had opened a new sheet.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Azam later with the crescent moon arch present adds good looks.

"Wa'alaikumsalan," replied Alina and busied herself not heeding her presence.

Silent with no words heard, Azam continued to watch his wife in silence. It had been three months and during that time he had lost Alina who loved him sincerely and sincerely. Alina had never demanded anything from him, but he had already given an unforgettable wound.

"I made a mistake and regret it. Honey, I'm really sorry."

Alina looked up giving a sharp look.

"Stop calling me that. I don't want to hear it."

Azam smiled wryly, at least Alina was still listening.

"I'm really sorry, I've done a lot wrong and accused you of not being right. I'm too stupid for you which is very good. I close my eyes too much to the truth, if it turns out I love you."

Slowly the two brownish beads of Alina widened. Behind the display case his hands were creeping strongly trying to dampen the shock. She did not believe there would be a day when her husband would express his feelings. But that time was too late.

"Don't say anything unnecessary. Come back, Yasmin is waiting for you."

Alina went back to work ignoring Azam who repeatedly shook his head. He stepped closer and tried to convince the wife, if there is love that is developing in him.

"I'm not bragging. That's the truth, I love you, Alina."

Alina stopped her sweep in the glass and looked back at her husband.

"We're still husband and wife, but soon we'll be strangers again."

Alina went to the back leaving helplessness in Azam. He knew it was not easy to restore trust.

"I will try to give it back. I'm not giving up."

Azam is determined to repair his relationship with Alina. He believes that the struggle will pay off. He wanted to live with Alina and turn tears into smiles. He believes there is still hope, even though he has to go through a struggle.