Double-role

CHAPTER 58 (Season 2)

The clock was at half-eleven in the evening. Circumstances of silence without any sound being heard. Occasional wind blows give cold air and freeze the feeling of being broken.

Falling in love alone is not easy, very torturous and cause injuries that can not heal so easily. It takes a lifetime to forget.

After learning the astounding fact earlier this afternoon, Alina tried to calm herself down to not do anything rash. He cannot continue to be a victim and let them take over.

This is his life, this is the path he chose to take with Azam. Good and bad, he has to take the risk himself.

In the midst of the chaos in the staircase, the front door opened and the nose of the husband was seen. The smile expanding on her handsome face made Alina fixated.

Her defense almost faltered, Alina turned her face and stood up to welcome the return of her husband. He still shook his hand and carried a briefcase. However, he smelled a strange scent attached to the back of Azam's hand.

Alina held her body up looking at the warm look of her husband. The two eyebrows intertwined when observing what Azam was thinking.

"Ah, I know that view is not for me," said Alina.

"Has something happened, Mom? Why is it so late?" ask Alina later.

Azam was stunned, as if caught doing something. "I've met some clients. Usually, if it is near the beginning of the month there are always many orders. Are you angry, honey?"

Alina freezes in place as Azam embraces her and takes her into an embrace. Instantly it also fragrant perfume that was so foreign made him surprised.

Alina pushed her husband's chest strong and immediately turned her eyes away. "Looks like I'm tired, I'll prepare warm water first." He hurried away leaving silence.

Azam looked at the wife who kept away and sighed tiredly. "I'm sorry" he murmured.

Her memory spun a few hours ago while still in the restaurant with Yasmin.

Night comes to accompany every person to rest a tired body after a day of work. Unlike most people, Azam invites Yasmin to eat together.

They sat facing each other while enjoying the ordered menu. Babbling after babbling sounds loud add closeness.

Without realizing it, Yasmin reached out and rubbed the corner of her lips. The scene made Azam fixated, his head raised staring fixed bead soot figure in front of him.

As time stopped spinning, the two looked at each other regardless of the frenzy around. The past that was lost is now scattered again in memory.

"I like you."

Two words of millions of meanings were triggered, whether consciously or not Azam revealed the deepest feelings. Yasmin was dumbstruck, her lunar eyes widened in disbelief. He grunted slowly and turned his face the other way.

"What are you saying, Mom? You like me?" tanyanya.

Without hesitation Azam nodded confidently. "I like you" he said again.

"What makes you like me? Doesn't Mas already have a wife and even children?" back Yasmin asked a question then devoured the food in front of her.

Azam rubbed the neck grill slowly while bowing his head inside. He does not understand himself. That feeling had suddenly grown as time went on, it had already been a month that they had spent days together.

In addition to work, Azam and Yasmin are always seen together even three with Zara. No doubt togetherness invites other feelings to perch into his heart.

"I don't know why it's like this either. Can't that feeling be forced? Suddenly ... suddenly I like you," said Azam.

"Is there something underlying that? Why do you suddenly like me? I need an accurate explanation" Yasmin replied seriously.

The interior designer was also fixated to see two people smiling sweetly in it. However, Yasmin kept the mystery contained behind her silence.

"He-"

"She's my ex-wife, her name is the same as yours, Yasmin. Yasmin Zakiyyah, the woman who made me fall in love at first sight, but dear, God loves her more. Didn't I tell you? My ex-wife died of leukemia . Yes Yasmin was gone for good eight years ago" Azam said.

A drop of tears dripping down his cheek, Yasim was surprised to see it. He realized that Azam loved his first wife very much.

He carried the photo and looked at it closely, the whirlwind in his chest peaking blood all over his body rustling violently.

The stinging heat shrunk the chest up and down, Yasmin gritted her teeth softly as she clasped the wedding photo of the co-worker firmly.

"Over the years, will it end up docking as well? I didn't expect to be sitting here with your husband. There is no coincidence that everything has become the destiny of the Divine, but our duty as human beings is to try to get it. It is indeed very interesting the storyline of this story," his monologue in silence.

"Mr ... Yasmin ... Yasmine!" Call Azam a little tight.

Yasmin flinched and placed the photo on the table, her hijab-headed head looking up at Azam's worries.

Yasmin's reddish lips curved up perfectly trying to do nothing.

"Are you okay? What the hell are you thinking? Is everything okay?" ask Azam streak.

Yasmin nodded many times, "I'm fine, everything's good."

"Why are you daydreaming?" ask Azam curious.

"There's something I'm thinking, but it's not disturbing. So, what are you gonna do now? Are you going to make me the next wife?" Yasmin asked a question that Azam never expected.

The businessman was silent for a moment and laughed awkwardly. "A-pa what are you saying? I like you, but-"

"If you really love me, then prove it. Don't I look like your late wife? Yasmin Zakiyyah's?" just push it.

Azam widened his eyes with his heart beating fast, far from the bottom of his heart he wanted that togetherness. However, he also realized that this woman before him was not Yasmin, the first wife.

"Indeed it's not easy in our position right now, you don't like me at all. You just look at me like your late wife. Me and him-"

"Not .. It's not like that. I ... I just don't know what to do. On the one hand you are very similar to Yasmin, but on the other hand the feeling is different. I ... have really fallen for it," cut Azam quickly.

Yasmin folded her hands in front of her chest while giving a serious look. "So prove whether you really love me or not depends on yourself. I don't think there's anything we need to talk about anymore. Then I'm leaving."

After saying that Yasmin left from before him. Azam rubbed his huffed face resisting the turmoil in the chest.

As Yasmin left, she realized that what she said just now was a mistake. However, he could not help it just like that and immediately went after the woman.

Yasmin was shocked as her right hand was gripped tightly just like that. He looked over and immediately their eyes were locked.

"I'll prove it."

The word can no longer be retracted. Azam incised an invisible wound in the heart of his legitimate wife again.