Double-role

CHAPTER 55 (Season 2)

Alina had prepared dinner since this afternoon, her two children even whined so often asking the mother to immediately eat the dish at the table.

However, Alina insisted that they wait for her father to come home, but until the hour showed at half-eight, the nose of the head of the family was not yet visible.

Aqeela and Raihan clenched their compact lips to look at her mother expectantly. Alina continued to stare to the side hoping that her husband would come soon.

“Mamah, Qeela and Ihan are already very hungry. Can we just eat first? Maybe dad is doing a lot of work in his office,” complained Aqeela again.

Alina was conscious and turned to them in turn. Guilt instantly greeted the deepest recesses of his heart. He could not bear to see his two children waiting and holding hunger thanks to his selfishness.

“Alright, you can eat first and do not forget berto’a,” said Alina answered nods of both.

The nuances at the dinner table were different, the laughter, the light babble that every moment was thrown away from nowhere.

Just the detachment of the clock and the sound of the earthy spoon on the plate accompanied anxiety. Alina accompanied Aqeela and Raihan to a meal without following him.

It was curious that the first princess, Aqeela stopped her movements and looked at her mother.

“Mah, why doesn't Mom eat? Come, eat together later the side dish went cold again,” invite him to make Alina jerked.

“Ah, it's okay Honey. You guys just eat first, Mamah is not too hungry,” replied Alina accompanied by a knotty smile.

“Mamah, still want to wait for dad?” ask Aqeela again.

Alina did not immediately reply, the head with a hijab looked at her daughter and curled her lips awkwardly. He does not realize if a child's feelings can be very sensitive.

“I-iya, Honey,” her great-grandson can't lie.

“Mamah eat first don't torture yourself and wait for dad to come home. This isn't the first time, is it? A week ago dad also came home late and could not eat with us,” said Aqeela reminded.

Alina fell silent again, she only realized that the child continued to have such straightforward thoughts. He stretched out a hand and rubbed his head slowly.

“It's okay, Honey. You just enjoy the food .. ah, this is the favorite fried chicken of Qeela and Raihan right. Come on, eat a lot.” Alina switched the conversation by giving them chicken thighs as an extra.

“Thank you, Mamah. Ihan dear Mamah,” revealed his first son made Alina smile widely.

In silence, he kept watching them. He is proud to be awarded an excellent daughter and son. Although at a young age, Aqeela was mature thinking, equipped with Raihan with an innocent and outspoken attitude, the life of an Alina was perfect.

At ten o'clock, Azam had not yet arrived home. Alina who was still sitting quietly at the dining table again looked at the direction of the husband's arrival.

A feeling of uneasiness, uneasiness, enveloped the recesses of his heart. For the second time Azam came home late without giving any news. He was worried and anxious, afraid that something might happen to him.

An hour ago Aqeela and Raihan were still accompanying her, but she told them to go to bed and leave her alone there.

A sigh was heard, her clear brown netra looked at the dining table.

“Sweetie, the food is cold. What is the work of Azam mas so much that it is too late to go home like this?” muttered.

Waiting again and again, but Azam did not come home. Drowsiness began to dominate, Alina gave up and rushed to walk towards the second floor forgetting her dinner.

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He had just parked the car and walked towards the yard. The marble floor on his footing, as soon as the shadow of the old days still lingered in memory.

A drop of tears slid rapidly over the cheek, Azam rubbed it rough then took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. His firm hands stretched out grasping the doorknob tightly while pensively attached.

He remained silent for a while until he pushed the teak door slowly. Silence welcomed, darkness welcomed the void in his heart.

“Yasmin,” said softly.

He stepped onto the second floor, one by one the stairs on his foot. Like walking on broken glass, wounds eight years ago continuously danced in his head.

Not long after he arrived, his gaze immediately turned to the corner of the hall where the room there became the main room he had been in with Yasmin.

Tears can no longer be contained, spilled, begotten like a river. Azam cried in silence longing for the figure of his first wife.

After struggling with solitude full of past memory problems, he rushed into his room now.

There he saw his second wife asleep, guilt could not be ignored. He approached then laid his weak body beside Alina and hugged her from behind.

“Mas, you're home?” ask the wife.

“A-do I wake you?” ask Azam.

Instantly Alina turned her body and stared into the reddish bead of the husband. The wide forehead shriveled in watching the glare of my eyes Azam.

“Did something happen? Why are we crying?” Alina attentively cupped Azam's warm face and rubbed her eyes with her thumb.

Azam was crying again, his sturdy body was shaking violently. Alina was surprised and worried that something had happened. Hurriedly he held her tightly and rubbed her back slowly.

“If it's hard to say, let it be. I'm here .. I'll stay by your side, Mas. Never feel alone, now .. Mas has me by your side,” said Alina softly.

Azam replied that his embrace was no less tight while immersing a watery face on the narrow shoulder of his partner.

He continued to cry and cry incessantly teasing the silence of the night. In the room there was a sobbing that came from Azam's charming lips.

Alina patiently continued to calm him down. He was afraid and worried that something had really happened. During this time she never again saw her husband cry after Yasmin's departure.

“Is there something in the office? Why do I suddenly feel bad?” inner Alina was worried.

“Sorry ... I'm really sorry.” Azam repeated the apology giving confidence to Alina regarding his premonition.

Without saying anything, Alina could only nod her head and calm her down again and again. As a wife, especially once a honey, she is very afraid if there is something or someone who tries to disturb her household again.

In the midst of Azam's cries, Alina tries to strengthen herself and reassure her if the love her husband gives is sincere.

However, he realized that in the deepest recesses of his heart Alina began to doubt it.

A flash of Yasmin's shadow came to make a sign that Azam still could not forget his late wife.

In silence, the tears of sorrow that for seven years had never flowed, are now coming again.