Double-role

CHAPTER 56 (Season 2)

A month has passed since the arrival of Yasmin Fauziah Azam's life changed. This did not escape the attention of Alina who often caught suspicious movements. Like, he does not pay too much attention to it, reducing interactions with family, and others.

As a wife who has lived for eight years with her husband, Alina has a premonition Azam is hiding something.

He realized that the flow of life would not be the same forever. It is like a spinning wheel, between happiness and misery. Time always gives unexpected surprises, sometimes its presence can bring excitement or vice versa. However, as a servant who believes it needs to be learned, if Allah is not able to give a test at the limit of His servant's ability.

As de javu returns, the fears of the past come crashing down. Alina realizes Azam's attitude lately just as the late Yasmin is still there, but she does not know because of the moses.

"Is there a third person? Ah, no-no-no .. that must be impossible, but-" her speech was interrupted when one memory was splattered on her head in hijab.

"But what if that's what happened? What am I supposed to do? What am I-"

"Moment." Alina's murmur was interrupted when Aqeela called out to her.

"Ah, is it baby?" tanyanya.

"What is Mom thinking? I saw Mamah muttering incoherently," said Aqeela curiously.

Alina's soot beads widened perfectly, her eyeballs rolling in any direction avoiding the princess' gaze. He was unaware of his presence in the dining room. Finished cooking he arranged the food on the table and waited for the arrival of his family members.

He went too deep into daydreaming to be unaware of Aqeela's presence. As powerful as Alina tried to behave nothing happened, considering that her first daughter was very sensitive to the events around, especially her family.

"It's okay, honey. Mamah just talked about what to buy when shopping later, the food in our house is almost gone," dustanya then sat in front of Aqeela.

The eight-year-old girl nodded slowly and began to enjoy the breakfast her mother offered.

Alina looked forward looking for two figures that had not been seen the trunk of her nose.

"Honey, where's your brother and father?" the question is back to Aqeela.

"I don't know where you are, but Raihan just took a shower" she replied. Alina simply nodded in response and was still waiting for their presence.

Not long after, the two came hand in hand. Alina's thick lips curled up perfectly to see the father and son looking very similar.

He started pouring rice for them. However, only Raihan walked closer, while Azam pegged for a few meters.

Alina raised her head and sat down with her husband. "Why did you just stay there? Come on, breakfast."

Azam shook his head while smiling. "I'm sorry today I had an appointment with someone. Then I go firstwell, Assalamu'alaikum," he quickly stepped out from before them.

Alina is confused, her tongue is twisted with her lips tightly clenched. Her brown Netra was still looking at where Azam was standing, as soon as the void greeted quickly.

"Your friend, why shut up? Where's Ihan's breakfast?" The soft voice of the son resuscitated.

Alina flinched and hurriedly poured the rice along with the side dishes into the dishes.

"Eat a lot, yeah," he said.

Repeating the same activities, but different flavors so obvious lately. The third time Azam had not had breakfast or dinner together.

Fear, worry, suspicion being one. These characteristics lead to someone who is having other activities.

Intuition was strengthened when a week ago Alina caught Azam was in the room of the late Yasmin.

The bad taste continued until now. However, Alina tried not to think too far and made the already fine state runyam.

...***...

The classic-style restaurant became Azam's destination this morning, after parking his luxury vehicle he rushed inside.

A smile fluttered on the man's charming lips as his gaze fell on the right person. A woman in black had sat there playing with a cell phone.

"Sorry, it's been waiting for you for a long time. Did you eat the food, Yasmin?" tanyanya cheerful.

Yasmin Fauziah raised her head then shook her head briefly. "No, I was waiting for you on purpose."

Hearing the answer, Azam's heartbeat suddenly increased. His blood rippled violently when a voice that almost resembled the deceased greeted the sense of hearing.

He feels that he is now with his first wife, Yasmin Zakiyyah. The feeling immediately arises forgetting someone who has been with him all this time.

"A-ah, is that so? Then let's order the food, "be nervous Azam then calls the waiter.

A man approached their table and offered a menu. Yasmin opened it immediately and did not wait long to give the order to the waiter.

"I want a simple breakfast menu with warm jasmine tea."

For the second time Azam was fixated and did not believe his own hearing. The answer Yasmin gave froze her and made her turn her memory to a few years back.

"I always like to eat a simple breakfast such as fried rice and warm tea" Yasmin continued, looking at Azam's silenced sweet smile.

This further made the father of two children's defense collapsed. He continuously did not expect if the favorite Yasmin who was sitting in front of him now exactly like his late wife.

"Then I ordered the same menu" Azam said, switching the conversation.

The waiter repeated their order and passed. After all, silence made Azam continue to look at the figure in front of him.

Yasmin who continued to be noticed like that did not understand.

"Is something wrong?" tanyanya.

"Are you someone I've known all along?" Azam asked a question.

Yasmin snorted as she turned to the side where the large glass revealed the state of the outside. He then returned Azam's gaze no less serious.

"If I were someone I'd known ... what would you do?"

Like pouring gasoline on a fire, Yasmin's words evoke a spirit that had dimmed. Highlighting eyes expectantly looking at him fixedly, Azam was surprised at the answer given.

"A-are you kidding me?" nervousness.

For a while Yasmin kept silent inviting curiosity and fear. Until not long after that the sound of crisp laughter kicked the consciousness.

Yasmin wiped the corner of her watery eyes. "Mas ... Mas, it's so funny. I was the one who knew. We just got acquainted a month ago, Mas's so easy to fool."

"A-ah, yes you are right. Where we might have known each other before," Azam replied lethargic, his gaze falling down losing interest.

Yasmin who understood the change felt guilty. He stopped laughing and watched the man who was currently his co-worker.

"I'm sorry for making Mas uncomfortable. I-"

"I miss my late wife. He's the same as you, his name, face, voice, until likes. Somehow I can see you just as I can. I'm sorry," sambar Azam quickly.

Now it's Yasmin's turn to look around, she doesn't understand what's going on.

"Menduring wife? Isn't Mas's wife still alive? Sshh, what's his name? Um, Alina?" he said he remembered his first meeting with Azam.

Azam said he was married and had two children. However, he did not tell about Yasmin.

"Actually, Alina's my second wife. Eight years ago my first wife died of leukemia. I used to love him so much, then and now" his words were cut off.

Yasmin quietly continued to watch Azam, the corner of her lips slowly lifted. I don't know what he's thinking, but his hands are clenched together.