Double-role

CHAPTER 44

Just as the clock is showing the number four, two events come together, colliding and needing each other's presence. The horizon that originally showed the beauty of twilight slowly brought dark.

The night was getting late, the sky was so dark that it displayed a gripping aura. Neither the stars nor the moon would go out and surrender themselves to concentration.

Amidst the silence, the two hospitals with a distance of about one kilometer had a different uproar. Medical workers are trying to do their best to their patients.

Hope resonates in the heart of the human owner of each life. Earlier this afternoon, Alina felt her stomach contract, she hurriedly called an online taxi to take her to the hospital. Upon arrival there the amniotic fluid broke and he had already experienced a second opening.

Alina again had to wait patiently until she was ready to give birth.

The news reached the ears of Angga who happened to entrust Alina to the obstetrician of her acquaintance. The woman in her forties contacted her and told her that Alina was about to give birth.

With a strained face, Angga approached Azam, who was sitting in front of Yasmin's room. The sound of hot pantopel shoes made him look up and find his best friend with his chest up and down.

"Fig-in"

"Alina is about to give birth, she is now in the blooming hospital. What are you gonna do?"

Simultaneously a warning in Yasmin's room sounded. Angga who had not heard Azam's answer immediately went inside and several other medical personnel came.

Azam's heart beat increased as he watched the horrific scene right in front of his own two eyes. The clear liquid flowed unbearably looking at Yasmin was critical. His condition worsened and deteriorated, the fear of control made Azam flank both hands tightly.

"Female, I trust Yasmin to you," he murmured.

A few minutes later, he walked away. The four-wheeled vehicle squeaked through the night wind that was blowing. Not long after Azam arrived and all his might ran towards the room of the second wife.

A few moments later she reached the third floor of the delivery room. There he saw Alina who was trying to endure the pain of contractions. She was shocked when her nettle looked towards the entrance and found her husband. His brownish bead widened and his pale mouth opened capturing Azam's worried look. Her head wrapped in hijab shook her head several times as both hands clasped the bed.

A smile fluttered on Azam's charming lips and walked over to Alina. He clasped his right hand firmly and repeatedly put a warm kiss on the forehead of the wife. Along with the arrival of labor was done, the desire of the baby was realized, if he wanted to be witnessed by his father when present to the world.

Doctor Zahira is surprised by Azam's arrival and invites him to accompany Alina. Because with the existence of the husband can give strength to a mother who is giving birth. The existence of a husband is very influential for the mental wife to exert all her strength to give birth to their baby.

Scroll after sweaty hair sprung up at Alina's temple, Azam endlessly uttered words of spirit with a kiss back landing on his forehead and the back of his hand. This thrilling moment provided warmth in the chest.

Alina did not expect that the first copy of the husband was next to her. The feeling came over and over again without being refuted.

Here Alina struggles to give life to her little angel, while there Yasmin strives to maintain a life that is already on the verge of the boundary. The same situation with different scenes flowed endless tears.

Azam cried in silence when the thrilling circumstances came at the same time.

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The sound of the baby's cry echoed in the room, Alina managed to give birth to her first son well. Azam again gave a kiss on the forehead that was so deep, implied there if he loved his second wife very much.

In the middle of her consciousness, Alina could still see the novelty and warm eyes of the husband. With a gasp of breath, he raised his trembling right hand and leaned against Azam's warm cheeks. A weak smile was present giving the fear within him.

"Thank you, come back please," said Alina Lirih.

"What do you mean?"

Alina took a deep breath holding the pain within, her shady eyes fixed on the handsome face of the husband. He does not regret what has happened, gratitude comes to remove all the pain in the past.

"Go back to the woman you love, if my time is not much"

"What did you say? Ki-we'll raise that a-nak together. Don't ever say that again, ak-"

"I beg you. Mas-"

"Alina I beg you not to say anything more."

Azam grasped Alina's fingers on her cheeks and gave a kiss on the back of her hand deeply.

"Mas, I can't take it anymore. It hurts, Mom."

"I'm sorry, Al. Please hold on for me. I beg you."

Azam continued to beg and wished that Alina would no longer say the thing that frightened him. However, in the midst of the gripping situation Alina developed a pale smile to give horror, immediately tears filled with pain.

"No, don't you think it's better that I go? Mas can raise our child with mbak Yasmin-" pause for a moment Alina took a breath back. "The woman I love so much."

After saying that her two eyes closed tightly, Alina unconsciously dealt a crushing blow. Azam shook his wife's weak body trying to restore Alina's consciousness. The act was so dangerous that the medics forcibly pulled Azam and removed him from the room.

Both legs were already unable to hold his own weight, Azam collapsed right in front of Alina's maternity room. Tears continue to fall with fear continuing to dominate and nurture reality.

"I love you, Al. Love you so much" he said.

The word love continues to rumble, echo, flow hoping to be conveyed to the beloved. Angan spread a faction desperately trying to use the good. However, all there was was was nothingness, the deepest feeling floating in the shadows.

"O Allah, O Rahman, O Rahim give strength for the servant to pass through all this. Servant leave everything to You, O God. But, I beg you to save Alina," he continued with pain that continued to linger in the chest.

"Why did you come here?" ask Alina.

"I want to accompany you. Baby, you must be strong to give birth to our child. I love you, I love you."

"What about Yasmin?"

"I'm sure God must have planned the best."

"I'm so worried, come back Mas, accompany Yasmin."

"No dear, I'll stay here with you."

"Why?"

"Didn't I say that? If I love you so much."

The short conversation reverberated, the word love kept coming out of her reddish lips. Azam did not rebuke if the feeling had been in his heart for a long time. It takes time and circumstances that can make him realize it, if Alina is the woman he loves.

From the past until now.

First love is not easy to forget how hard it eliminates, still the trace of togetherness will continue to exist and cling to memory.

Memories from childhood to adolescence present an indisputable feeling. There is no pure friendship between a man and a woman, with no love in it. That is what Azam is feeling right now.