Double-role

CHAPTER 57 (Season 2)

The dried leaves fall back indicating hope is just a memory. Dreams as high as the sky run aground in reality. Time keeps turning in every life, good and bad has become a provision.

The test will always come and be present as a warner, when life is not always about enjoyment. There are times when tears must flow to feel patience. Happiness slowly disappears with pain.

Alina realized for the umpteenth time that the joy felt today would not last long. Surely one day the storm came back bringing unexpected surprises .. and the incident is now hugging him tightly. Ride pleasure trying to restore bitterness.

She could not believe what she was seeing right now, right in front of her eyes Alina was watching her husband with another woman. However, it was not their togetherness that was the center of his attention, but the person by his side.

"M-bak Yasmin? Did I not see wrong? That person ... that person is very similar to Yasmin's mother," Alina's great-grandson then smothered her open mouth.

"You didn't see it wrong, he was Yasmin."

The graceful voice at the back was shocking, Alina turned to look at the secretary of the husband there. Zara curled a grin while folding her hands in front of her chest. Manik berlensa his ashes looking forward to witness the togetherness of the boss and his coworkers.

Not long after that he turned to Alina who was widening his eyes in disbelief. Zara snorted and walked over, her body leaning forward right next to the right ear of her interlocutor.

"You must prepare yourself for an unexpected surprise." Zara pulled herself up again to see the recitation of Alina who was still silently sculpting.

"Yes, I just warned you not to be too surprised later. See you soon ... Alina," he continued. He patted Alina's shoulder slowly then passed from before her.

The wind blew on her face as fast as Alina's lightning struck and immediately turned back again. She saw the three men in the husband's room.

Like a movie that plays back, the past is perched in memory. The memories he wanted to forget intersected with reality.

Clear liquid flows slowly, laughter greets the sense of hearing. The joy that was clearly drawn right in front of him incised a wound.

Alina wiped away the rough tears and instantly remembered something. Hurriedly he went from there to undo the intention of giving lunch.

Along the way back home, Alina kept trying to think positively. However, the premonition of not wearing overflowed him again and again made him uneasy.

Thirty minutes passed, and he arrived. Both of his legs continued to run towards the second floor where the room at the end of the hallway became the destination.

Alina was speechless as she reached the last stairs, her breathing was hunting, her chest was going up and down with the uncomfortable feeling constantly alighting.

Slowly he stepped foot with his heart too tight. He gulped violently when he was right in front of the door of the room.

Her trembling hand lifted and reached the door handle, after convincing herself Alina opened it slowly. As soon as the scent of the rose welcomed his arrival, he pegged in a place unable to continue his desire.

The sound of the clock ticking accompanies solitude, the pain embraces it little by little. Being in that position reminds him of the memories of eight years ago. Where he once stood there witnessed the intimacy of the husband with his first wife.

The wound grew by itself, Alina took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. His head in hijab shook his head trying to shake off the heartbreaking scene.

"I have to be strong and find out what's really going on" he murmured.

Alina immediately opened the door of the room wide. As quickly as lightning struck, the old wound he was trying to close opened to the surface.

Curiosity prompted Alina to strongly look at him. He went in and sat down on the bed and brought the book.

Sheet by sheet presents longing-laden words. Dated on it, the husband wrote his first diary exactly one month ago and that's when Azam's attitude began to change.

"I love you, I miss you so much. I want to embrace, touch, caress and be by your side forever. Until I will love and love you ... Yasmin and .. nothing else."

When the last sentence was spoken, the hole that was trying to close in his heart opened very wide. The book in the grasp of falling produces a resounding thud to reality.

Alina has been misinterpreting the kindness of her husband. He thought Azam loved him sincerely just like Yasmin, but he was wrong. Azam never felt the same.

"I was too naive to want the same position. I'm too blinded by love .. I don't see the fact that Azam's mas never forgets Yasmin." Alina looked around, watching photos of Yasmin scattered there.

The tears melted unbearably, he cried for the first time after happiness had soared. Pain, one word represents his current feelings. Yes, but no visible wounds. It was painful, but no blood came out.

Alina was tormented by her feelings at this moment.

"Mbak .. until whenever I will never be able to replace the position of mbak in the heart of Azam. She ... she loves you so much, ma'am. Even though she's gone, her heart still chooses you. There's no place for anyone else by his side, other than you. I'm sorry for being so presumptuous to love the man who really put his heart on you" said Alina.

His heart continues to hurt and realize new facts if the declaration of love that Azam continues to make is not the truth.

"I came back to believe a second time and fell in the same hole again. O God, what should I do now?" muttered, he looked up at the ceiling of the room.

Alina was shocked to see the wedding portrait of Azam and Yasmin plastered very large there. He moved and continued to observe the happy hue of the faces of the two.

"Very different from my old marriage, we got married because we had to. Mas Azam never loved me at all, not even."

Alina is just a victim of selfishness and trapped in her own feelings. Marriage is like a shell and a container to express his love.

No one knows how new wounds are created. He could only cry alone and was accompanied only by his bare hands. Emptiness becomes a storyline that incites pain. Sincere, a word that has never been felt.

Sadistic, for the second time Alina was stabbed from behind. Trust is met with disappointment and sincerity is considered a lie.

It was as if Azam had no heart to treat him like an angel, but to drop him like a broken thing.

"The seven years of happiness I felt were only ashes. Black and white, replacing the rainbow in this household. True love is not easy to replace, I should have realized that" he continued.

In a different place, Azam was enjoying dinner with Yasmin. Her face was blushing as a gentle hand sweep touched her lips.

The warm treatment was the same as his late wife again.

"I like you."

The sacred sentence was triggered, both of them looked at each other to enjoy the beauty of each eyeball.