Double-role

CHAPTER 53 (Season 2)

The routine of being a wife and mother has been Alina Lakoni for almost eight years. The noble task he did was happy to forget the burden that had perched and now released already.

Like getting a medal for the victory he had fought for so hard, that happiness would never escape in him.

Fluid pain that once perched gradually eroded thanks to togetherness. Alina who from childhood did not know who her father and birth mother were expecting a family and now she has got it. He will hold it strong until no one has a chance to seize it.

"Honey, Aqeela, Raihan, breakfast is ready. Come eat, it'll be late" cried Alina calling all the family members.

Not long ago the three came while showing off a row of white teeth and immediately sat in their respective chairs.

Deftly Alina served them, laying out a plate of rice along with the side dishes. Then she sat down near her husband and was ready to eat breakfast.

"Before eating let's pray first," said Azam answered a nod by the three.

Led by the head of the family they prayed fervently and then ate together.

In joking, laughter, the dining table was never quiet. The babble after the babble from Aqeela and Raihan became opium every morning.

The harmonious family picture is so noticeable that it is formed within the small family of Zabran. A smile that never faded continued to radiate on each face.

The harmonious aura continues to spread when togetherness is created, even though there is a small test as an adhesive so that their relationship continues to run smoothly.

"Darling, tonight it looks like I'm going home late" Azam said, staring at his beloved wife.

Hearing the words Alina linked the two eyebrows while returning her gaze.

"Oh, what's wrong?" ask Alina curiously.

"You remember a month ago our company launched a new product? Coincidentally the designer who designed the place to eat came here, it has been a month and finally he wants to meet with us," he replied again.

Alina nodded her head in understanding, "then why would she design the dining table if the person just didn't come to the company?"

"That's it, my secretary offered it. Because the results are good I immediately use his services, and. Many consumers who buy the dining table, this month we profit 70%." Azam sparkled with pleasure when he recalled the achievements obtained.

Hearing the word secretary like scraping old wounds, Alina was silent for a while until she returned to her husband's words.

"really? Thank God, we must be grateful for the sustenance that God has given," he said.

Azam only nodded a few times and continued to enjoy his morning meal, while Alina looked at him while observing in silence.

"Why did you hear my secretary remember the past, Zara ... Is she still his secretary Mas Azam? Astaghfirullah, I can't over thinkking. Seven years have passed and our house is fine. Nothing is going to happen, yeah, that's for sure!" his mind.

Without him noticing a pair of moon beads kept staring at him from earlier. As if understanding Aqeela read the movements of the mother continued. There was a curious glint from the look in her eyes, the unease that Alina felt was so strong she saw.

"This is the first time I've seen a grim Mamah, what really happened?" his inner.

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"Then I go first take the kids and go straight to the office, you're fine at home" Azam said in the yard.

"Yes Mas. Honey, you guys study diligently, well," he continued and gave a kiss on the forehead of his two children.

Aqeela and Raihan nodded and shook her hands.

"We go first, the drug Mamah .." said Aqeela waving to Alina.

Likewise with Raihan, "See you again Mamah," said his first son.

"Yes, be careful on the road," Alina replied a little loudly.

They got into the car and lowered the window making the two boys' heads pop. They waved at Alina again while developing a smile.

This routine is repeated every morning on the weekday. After the departure of her husband and her two children, she went inside and started cleaning the house.

The door closed, Alina looked at the room caught sight. The magnificent two-story building was already a part of his life as a silent witness.

There he holds millions of painful memories that he went through eight years ago. The dual role of wife and mother and honey is not easy. Since marriage, he has been the second.

For a year she harbored the pain of loving her husband alone, but after seven years the feeling did not clap one hand again.

At that time there were many people who stopped by to scratch the wound. But all of that is the past. Now there is only the happiness he constantly feels.

Behind it Alina feels anxious and realizes if life continues to spin. He was afraid, he was really worried that there would be another storm that hit his household.

"O Allah, if the storm comes, strengthen the servant to pass through it. I will never let the captains let our ships sail in great shocks. As a man, I have to stand with him as best I can. I don't want to lose any more family" he said alone.

As time passed, Alina cleaned the room one and the other with vigor. Sweat seeped in her black hijab, she was happy to be able to carry out her duties as a housewife.

The fatigue was comparable when he saw the sweet smile of the husband and his two children give. He will try not to lose her again.

Moments later he arrived on the second floor, the main room in the corner of the hall stopped his steps.

Teak wood door painted white clean caught sight, both feet as if rooted can not be moved. The room is the most historic place for the husband and his first wife.

Too many memories produced tears every time he witnessed their intimate scenes. However, it had been a long time since the room had been abandoned, Azam said to leave it alone.

Moreover, the husband always prevents him from coming there to forget the pain he once inflicted.

Alina could only agree and agree on what Azam said. The room was usually cleaned by a housekeeper who came once a week.

However, it had been a long time that the person had not been told to clean it up again. Curiosity also arose, Alina tried to ventured closer to him.

Only a few steps left could he open the door, but a feeling of reluctance came. He walked back again and shook his head.

"No, I should have listened to what my husband said. Our lives are fine, lest I ruin them by remembering the past. All right, forget about cleaning the room of the late mbak Yasmin," he said gamang.

After struggling with her thoughts, Alina returned to the first floor to prepare lunch. The joy comes again when remembering the reaction of his children when he comes home later.