Double-role

CHAPTER 59 (Season 2)

Alone, stop thinking about events after events that pervade in life to give awareness. Over wounds and tears that return to be friends of solitude.

Months changed again, the change of the husband more significant. He rarely came home and gathered with family, work became a reason to answer all questions.

The premonition of a woman, especially a wife, is so strong, Alina believes that something has happened. It had something to do with someone who resembled the late Yasmin.

Alina had been sitting in the room for the third time for a month in the late room of Yasmin and her husband. When Azam worked, he often spent time observing the situation in the room.

Diary that is still lying on the nightstand is proof of what her husband's daily life is like. Azam was too careless for his own actions, like opening a secret openly and inflicting wounds.

"Rightly what I had expected, Azam's mas was acting excessively again," he murmured.

Amidst the tightness in the chest, the phone in the game pocket vibrated. Alina hurriedly reached out and took it out.

The unidentified number sends a message, without a second thought he opens and finds the facts astonishing.

"Your husband is playing crazy with another woman. If you don't believe .. You can go to his office right now." That's the message.

Getting the information Alina rushes off to Azam's company without caring who the person who gave her the message is. With passionate emotions he wanted to ascertain the truth.

...***...

Zara smiled at the desk, after sending a short message that she put the phone back into the pocket of the blazer.

He got up from sitting walking towards the superior's room, from the small window he could see what was happening inside. A serious eye with a sharp grin illustrates his success.

"I can't wait to see what happens" he murmured.

Not long after that he heard footsteps approaching. He turned around and saw Alina walking quickly towards the room in front of him regardless of Zara's presence.

The secretary further widened her red lips, "the perfect plan" he continued.

Without heeding her around, Alina instantly opened the door of the room of the abusive husband. His irises instantly widened to see what was happening right in front of his two eyes.

He took a few steps back while shaking his head in disbelief. The people who were inside were surprised to hear the sound of the bang and immediately looked at him fixedly.

"What's this about? Mr Azam, who is he?" ask one of my colleagues there.

"A-ah, I'm sorry Gentlemen, she's my wife. Maybe there's something he wants to say, I'm sorry." Azam got up from his seat and walked up to Alina and pulled her out.

The scene became a questionable spectacle for them. However, from the direction of the door Zara stared fixed Yasmin who was there.

As if speaking using each other's eyes, their heads nodded at each other and smiled triumphantly.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt your meeting. I'm sorry to represent Mr. Azam, the lady does sometimes like to act rashly," said Zara regretfully.

"It's okay we understand" replied one of the five colleagues.

...***...

"What have you done, huh?" azam shouted upon arrival in the hallway next to the room that displayed the outside view through a large window.

Alina was speechless to see clearly using her own eyes the anger emanating from her husband. He sighed softly and looked at Azam.

"I received a strange message from someone if Mas was playing crazy with another woman. How can I not believe if the evidence is clear," said Alina bergebu.

Azam rubbed a rough face, "What are you thinking? Who's playing crazy with another woman? Didn't you see for yourself? I was in a meeting with some important colleagues from another company. You've messed things up by coming around like you don't have a tattoo."

Azam took a slow breath and exhaled slowly. "Now that you're back, I don't want to see you here. You don't believe in your own husband at all? It's ridiculous."

After saying that Azam stepped foot in front of Alina. However, only a few steps the words of the wife again stopped.

"That woman ..the woman in Mas's room, she looks a lot like Yasmin's mom. I also saw your diary in your room. What can I do besides being suspicious? If ... if the husband I love so much has not been able to forget his first wife? Even with the presence of the woman, how could I not be suspicious?" alina again.

Azam turned his back to stare at the frail back of his legitimate wife. "Is it wrong that I miss Yasmin? Seven years ... seven years he left me and left me a void, do I not deserve to miss him? I wrote a diary as a dispelling of that longing" his jet-black unraveling head shook his head softly. "You won't understand how sick it is to be left behind by someone you love so much." Azam really went from there.

Tears can no longer be contained and flow on both cheeks. As strong as Alina's energy to withstand the pain within.

His hands clenched together firmly with his head lowered deeply.

"You also don't understand how painful it is to see someone you love still thinking of another woman. It turns out that all this time I was wrong, you have not let go mbak Yasmin. The word love you say every day for seven years turns out to be false. You never loved me sincerely" murmured Alina.

The pain of the past perished in a matter of seconds.The happiness he felt all along was just pseudo. He thinks the illusion is real, but the fact is only a mirage.

Once above the clouds, it was dropped to the bottom of the deepest abyss. True love never got. It again destroys the joy that had settled. Nothing left everything collapsed instantly.

Alina wiped her tears and tried to calm down to return home waiting for the return of her baby.

He turned around to leave from there, but his steps came to a halt as a beautiful woman's smile greeted him quickly.

Alina turned her panted eyeballs and continued the goal, as she was about to go back past him the woman said something that left her dumbfounded.

"The funeral has just begun. Ah, I can't wait to see how you play it."

Alina stopped her steps, her head in hijab turned back to look at the secretary nyalang her husband.

"Oh, so this is your game? Then I will gladly enter it, enjoy it and wait for who will be the winner later. I'll smile beside him or .. You'll cry begging and wailing back to be beside Azam's mas, Zara." The grin was imprinted on Alina's pretty face.

He gave a mocking smile and left without hearing Zara's reply. The woman stomped her side leg in disbelief hearing Alina's reply.

"Look, I'll never play around. Until whenever I won't let you be happy with Azam," he said with blazing eyes.