Double-role

CHAPTER 43

The sound of the heart detector still resonates in hearing. The smell of drugs melted away to the reality now a new wound is created. Tears can no longer be held flowing like a river empties into the open ocean.

Clear liquid thread by grain wet the marble floor of the hospital. The void and stillness clutching it strongly gave it endless pain. The star-studded sky with moonlight was looking forward to the night, but its beauty could not replace the pain in the chest.

Pain, one word represents his current feelings.

As a husband of two wives, Azam was dealt a crushing blow from both sides simultaneously. Alina's refusal and Yasmin's condition undermined her defenses. He wept bitterly, alone, feeling the pain of the trials God was giving him.

"Astaghfirullah pah adzim, Astaghfirullah pah adzim, Astaghfirullah pah adzim."

He continued to be relentless and prayed for help and kindness to the Above. He sat in the waiting chair in front of his wife's room.

Not long after the door opened showing the friend who was looking at him fixed. When Azam was agitated at the sight of Angga's face, he got up and walked over. The doctor also gave a pat on his shoulder delivering endless pain.

"W-how's Yasmin doing?" tanyanya.

Angga let out a heavy sigh trying not to hurt his best friend's feelings. However, rice has become a pureed reality must be delivered good or bad.

"I regret having to say this, Yasmin. He refused to do chemotherapy again."

Azam did not believe, his feelings were crushed to hear the news. He collapsed immediately and fell on the cold floor. Without a word of words his world broke into pieces, Angga crouched before him continuously giving a pat on the shoulder.

"We can only ask for the best. God knows good for his servant."

The lady got up and left him alone. Instantly a burst of sobs echoed in the hallway, the tightness in the chest making it stuffy. Azam was rewarded for what he had done at this time, if the pain that Alina had received had been taken away again.

He cried so much that Azam went to the nearest mosque to pray asking Allah for the best for his life.

Sincerity and sincerity and guilt are clearly drawn from the look on his face. Both eyes cupped, his nose blushed with pale lips continued to pray nonstop.

...***...

Information that has just been received immediately froze this one mother-to-be. Alina did not expect to hear the situation of the first wife of the husband who was in a coma. His feelings mixed with anxiety accompanied.

Just yesterday his calm was disturbed now the new fact again gives another pettiness. Alina was speechless with a thought whipping in her head. Angga who was sitting across from him watched him closely. There is another pain clearly illustrated in both brownish beads there.

Angga leaned slightly forward worried about Alina's significant changes.

"Are you all right"

"How is ma-mas Azam?" alina asked quickly as she glanced at her interlocutor.

"She-" pause for a moment Angga recalled how the friend's condition after knowing Yasmin's condition.

"Azam was very surprised and hit, maybe he hasn't come home since yesterday. You don't have to worry, Azam must be fine" he explained later.

Alina just nodded briefly and stared at the floor as the first object. He knows what the husband feels like today, seeing the beloved woman drooping limp must give a sharp blow with the pain of fear of loss certainly fosters the deepest heart.

The old almighty now came back, Alina pressed her thumb against her index finger firmly. He tried to relieve the pain in the chest.

"God give us the best. It turns out that no matter how far I go, if fate speaks then we will meet again and again. Yesterday I did have his body, but still the greatest love was invested only for the first wife, being the second was not always the main. What am I supposed to do now? Lying if I have no distressing feelings, God help me to make the best decision. Because after all your plan is much better" the monologue Alina in silence.

Sebersit please hang in the shadows and whisper softly if life will continue. Hang your hopes as high as the sky and let the decision of God speak. We can only plan and God determines everything.

...***...

Day after day goes by so fast, time spins without pause giving more and more memories. Good, bad, like it or not must remain in the path even though the steep path full of twists. Because after the storm goes there will be a rainbow after, as well as behind the tears there is a charming smile.

The 38th week comes, the most anticipated moment has arrived. Alina could not wait for the baby to be born into the world. However, until now the signs of childbirth have not come. The mother-to-be can only go back to waiting and preparing for it.

In the midst of solitude, the shadow of the presence of the husband is again recorded in the memory of the mind. Sweet smile, good attitude and also the attention of Azam yesterday came again and again giving longing. Alina shook her head trying to shake the shadow.

"Darling, do you miss me, hmm?" asked Alina who was sitting in the shop alone.

He looked down at his stomach that was getting bigger, elusan demi elusan was given. A smile expands to see the development of the little angel who is getting better in him.

"Your apologies, if later father can not accompany us when you were born into the world. You have to understand well, son father-" Alina has no power to stem the tears, the clear liquid was spilled over the clothes that cover the surface of her stomach.

He then removed it slowly and tried to quiet the sobs. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Dad's in trouble now, let's fight together, honey. You are strong until we meet, Mamah loves you very much" Alina said.

As a mother she has tried to give the best for the baby in her womb. Lying if she is not afraid at all to give birth, in fact Alina needs a husband to be next to her. However, what force of the situation does not permit such.

He will only continue to be patient and strong to undergo the task of being a new mother for the sake of his baby, proof of the love of his wife to her husband.

While in a different place, since that day Azam continued to be in the hospital. The situation was chaotic, not only appearance, but also mental. He could not see Yasmin's condition worsening.

Negative thoughts also roam inviting fear in themselves. Azam bowed his head in frustration.

"Yes Allah is a resigned servant...... Alina," he muttered.