Double-role

CHAPTER 41

The rainy season is present to provide cool, moist air. The scent of the ground that was oozing out became characteristic after the water from the sky left. Still with a faithful gray cloud perched on the horizon, the king of the day was reluctant to go out and hide behind it.

The togetherness of husband and wife who are in a situation that is not okay is still in one time. The clock keeps ticking fulfilling the task as a marker if the day is getting passed. There have been many suspenseful stories and episodes, along with floating tears Alina was sure of her best decision.

"Can't you let me go? Go Mas, mbak Yasmin is waiting for you."

Azam loosened the hug on the wife's stomach and looked up staring into the gray bead there. The sadness seemed slickly anchored making Alina look to the side avoiding her gaze. Azam was getting down to regret all his actions.

"Is that what you hate about me, Al? I know you've had a lot of pain in your heart, but isn't there a second chance for me to fix everything?"

The faint soft voice also looked at the sense of hearing, Alina caught a glimpse of it and convinced herself not to waver.

"It's too late, isn't it Mas himself who doesn't acknowledge this child of your flesh and blood? So why do we go back"

"I know.I know. I regret it and want to cut it all down. I eat other people's words to make us like this. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Apologies continue to echo in the cake shop. Without them realizing Angga had witnessed the togetherness of the two. A weak smile was fluttered, while shaking briefly he stepped in.

The sound of bells on the door was shocking, Azam raised his head back and turned his head to the side. Similarly, Erina who stared at the arrival of the young doctor.

"A..I think I'm bothering you guys," Angga said smiling sweetly at the two.

"Female? What are you going to do here?" sulut Azam did not accept getting a third person in the midst of his cooperation with his wife.

Angga folded his hands in front of his chest looking at his best friend.

"Is it wrong to visit the cake shop of my best friend's wife?"

The question soon dawned on him, Azam was too overprotective of his wife. He wavered and looked in any direction trying to be calm.

"Alina, I ordered the cake as usual, well," Angga said again.

Alina hurried from there leaving the two behind. Azam was silent feeling empty and empty slapping him hard after the departure of his wife. Again and again Angga smiled and landed himself in an empty chair still with attention to the friend.

Azam pulled himself back and sat facing him.

"Looks like you're really sorry, huh?"

The question or syndication is also about the deepest heart. Azam gave him a quick glance and looked down. Angga leaned forward while linking both hands on the table. Seeing the friend slumped for the umpteenth time is no stranger. However, this was the first time he had seen her like that for another woman.

"Have you forgotten Yasmin?"

Azam looked up again to find a questionable and curious view from the doctor.

"How could I forget it?"

Angga grinned and leaned against the wooden chair.

"If I may ask, between your wives. Who will you choose, Yasmin or Alina?"

Alina is like the wind in summer that gives coolness. After the rain comes the wind is no longer needed and leaves the storm giving pain.

"You can't choose?"

Angga nodded in understanding, "why?" ask again.

"I can't choose any of them. For me, her existence means a lot, both Yasmin and Alina have a special privilege in my life. God presents both with a specific purpose. I believe His destiny is never wrong. And I hope to get a second chance to fix our household."

Alina who was preparing the order Angga immediately stopped her movement when she faintly heard the words of the husband. His heart was again pounding with blood sighing violently. He could not believe the words were coming from Azam's charming lips.

The disappearing dark clouds changed with the bright blue sky stretching out, the sound of passing planes echoing above the horizon. As with any film, the shadows a few months back recur without warning. In silence Alina continued to listen to their words.

"If only you had said it a long time ago, it might not only be Alina's second chance, but also her whole life. For four months of knowing him, I never found him complaining or giving up. Although I knew he was hiding a wound, but it was so slick to display a smile as if everything was fine. He's too good for you to be angry."

Word by word that slides ushers in helplessness. Azam took a deep breath and exhaled slowly then turned his head to the side looking at the street through the big glass. Without the wind that moves the trees, calmness is created to remove the obstruction in the chest. He realized it was too deep to give invisible wounds to his second wife.

Not long ago his brownish iris widened as if to see the illusion of togetherness with his wife and also the baby in the womb Alina. Laughter sounds crisp kicking the sense of hearing, Azam drifting in an endless imagination.

Angga laughed lightly watching the friend.

...***...

"I told you to set everything up, you're my secretary so do it well."

Azam turned off the phone while grumbling indistinctly. Alina who was cleaning the ceramic glasses behind the display case frowned deeply. He looked up to catch the steady back of the husband who was looking at being holding back emotions.

A second later he turned his head and smiled sweetly at her as if nothing had happened. Alina wavered and avoided that gaze.

"So my secretary called," he said walking closer.

"Secertarian? Zara's? Ah, what am I thinking. It's none of my business anymore, forget it" he thought.

The silence danced beautifully in the entanglement of the two. Alina busied herself with work without heeding the husband's gaze. The clock's ticking needle buzzed into classical music an introduction to the feeling in the chest.

Azam realized that his second wife was very charming, far from the bottom of his heart the most in love present boils down to thrill. Awareness of that sense is too slow to be present until now the situation is no longer the same. There is a barrier though they are still tied to the sacred promise of marriage.

"I love you, Alina."

With her heart racing, she slowly pulled away from her daydream and stared into her husband's iris. There he found honesty and sincerity emanated, without any words said Alina watched him with wounds.

The clear liquid flowing on Azam's handsome face left him dumbfounded. This was the first time he had seen tears of regret present there.

"Can.......can we not see each other again?"

The question was about right on target, Azam was confused with the pain continued to hit him strongly.