Double-role

CHAPTER 48

Not believing in being a loyal friend when surprising facts come crashing down. After a while there was only sobs looming, now in the room the silence greeted quickly. Alina kept her head down trying to ease the pain, she did not expect to have lost a figure that was already considered like her own family.

Yasmin left not to return, but she was already home forever. All that remains is her own story. As soon as the memory of the husband dawned, Alina turned her head quickly towards Angga who was silent beside her.

"Bring me .. take me to Mas Azam," he asked, then handed me a hospital blanket.

Both of his legs hung on the bed when Angga stopped him. Alina looked up at the young doctor's bead. A look of expectant eyes was now looking at him making the man avert his gaze.

"Ma-mas Angga, please help me meet Mas Azam," he said again very much.

"But you haven't healed Alina. You are also newly conscious and have not fully recovered," Angga replied looking back at him.

Alina shook her head at a glance, "I don't care .. I just want to meet Mas Azam, right now!" firmly deliver the crescent moon arch on the handsome face of Angga. Seeing that both of Alina's eyebrows were intertwined.

"Why is Mas Angga smiling? Is there something wrong with my words?" ask again.

Angga shook her head briefly still staunchly displaying a sweet smile making her cheeks perfectly rounded. "No, I just realized that ... You love Azam so much?"

Alina was stunned for a moment, her manic was widened with her pale lips slightly opened. He then turned away the face decorated with red hue. He became nervous at once when he heard the words of love coming from the mouth of his best friend.

"You still love Azam, don't you?"

"A-what are you saying I .. I don't understand," nervous Alina.

Angga sighed softly and sat down on the chair beside the bed. Iris moccaanya still faithful looking at the interlocutor. He was relieved to see and be a witness to the journey of the two men. The love inherent in both of them cannot be broken, the sacred promise before God is not just denied.

Silence greeted the two, Angga said nothing more and let Alina be lulled with her daydream. It gives him the opportunity to think and feel the feelings stored in the bottom of his heart. Not long after, Alina returned to her voice.

"Having loved her became the most beautiful part of my life. Meeting him I never regretted at all. He was like a special gift God had sent me. Being with her was a dream I wanted so badly to have. Being next to her was a hope I had long desired. I thought none of that could happen, because we were separated by distance and time. However, God had another way of uniting us, I became a second wife far from the shadows. The dual role of mother and wife on the first day of marriage was never thought of, but that was what I had to live with. I love her .. I love her. This feeling is not easily forgotten."

Word after word that was ejected from Alina's tiny lips echoed within the room. The clear liquid continued to fall. She became a woman who had loved Azam for many years. Soaking feelings in silence from adolescence to adulthood is not an easy matter, Alina also had time to forget it and get used to living without the shadow of Azam.

However, fate reunites and not only that they are finally united in the sacred bond of marriage. Householding with someone he loved was his greatest wish, but being a second wife was far from a hope. Alina can only accept the story that God has given and hope that everything will be better.

Both corners of Angga's lips curved perfectly, the gaze was not separated from him. He saw sincerity and sincerity stored neatly there. All this time Alina was good at hiding feelings until all that seemed was disappointment.

"It turns out you love Azam so much, I'm glad to hear it," he replied and only found a light nod from Alina. "So, are you ready to see her again?" continued Angga made the woman look up and look at him again with tears.

"Really? Is it true that I want to take me to Azam's mas?" alina asked, Angga nodded confidently and made her smile.

...***...

Silent, quiet and empty became loyal friends that surrounded Azam's current feelings. In that magnificent house there was only he alone who had lost his first wife. Many memories they passed together and enjoyed a thrilling time together. It was like it had just happened yesterday afternoon, but now the figure he loved could not be seen again.

A drop of clear liquid flows accompany solitude. Azam who was sitting on the sofa of the family room could only look at the lifeless portrait in the photo album. Yasmin who was smiling instantly pierced the heart. Such a strong love is not easily forgotten, even more so the two have been together for years.

Sheet after sheet of photos caught sight until the last part of Azam back smashed. The fluid in the eyes seeps out and flows like a river. In silence he cried feeling tight in the chest. His pale lips clenched trying to ease the sobbing, but as hard as anything was held it ended up ejected as well.

Within the room there was only the sound of Azam's cries echoing. The second marriage portrait he was looking at slapped him firmly into reality. If now there is still a woman who is very loved. However, a painful state had to come he did not know how Alina was currently. Fear also supported him quickly with negative thoughts perched in his head.

"elena ... Honey," call him a shriek.

Loneliness is becoming more and more he feels. He thought the two women he loved were gone and would never come back. However, in reality without realizing it a few minutes ago the figure of Alina was already standing right behind him.

She cried when she felt the pain of losing a loved one. He was also devastated when he learned Yasmin was dead. The pain reminded him of his parents.

It is not easy to let go of a loved one for good, but sincere learning is much better. Because God knows what is best. Alina wiped her tears slowly and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He looked at the husband's fragile back while bracing himself to the reality.

"Mas Azam." The call echoed Azam's soul.

He looked for a moment and looked back. Instantly, his nettle bead also widened. He went from sitting and standing stiffly, only a long sofa and a few meters distance that now separated them. Azam was silent with tears flowing back.

A single smile that had been sparkling on Alina's beautiful face calmed her down. The wet manic was sparkling in disbelief at the sight of the second wife right in front of him. Grief and novelty burst into one forming an emotion that could not be contained.