Double-role

CHAPTER 60 (Season 2)

Silence greeting the sanubari leaves hope that increasingly dismissed. The dream of staying together may run aground in the middle of the road. Love does not always spread happiness, sometimes presenting pain produces tears.

Trust is dashed when betrayal sniffles the olfactory. Sincerity is barren when the pettiness is buzzing on the soaring wishful thinking.

Not being confident undermines concern with lies. The lie of dancing on a nestapa, the pain shows if not always the happiness continues to come.

After returning from her husband's office, Alina sat alone in the living room. He kept thinking about what was going on in his home. The third, fourth, is uninvited, making it necessary to survive in all situations.

"Is this Zara's plan? If so, what does he really want? Does he still love Azam's mas? Then, what about the woman who looks like the deceased mbak Yasmin? I have to find my own," he murmured.

"Moment." The call was surprising.

Alina turned her head to the side looking at the princess. He also forced a smile to show everything was fine.

"Yes, Honey?" tanyakanya.

Aqeela walked over and sat right next to her mother. Iris naturally looked closely at the figure of Alina finding out the truth.

"Mamah is crying? Wh why? Is something going on?" tanyanya.

Alina reviewed a brief smile and embraced her small shoulders.

"crying? No, Mamah just came out and was exposed to smoke so red her eyes. Really, Mamah is fine, dear," she replied calmly as she rubbed Aqeela's head.

The owner nodded briefly then lowered his head. "When I found out Mom wasn't my real mother. Because I'm grateful to have such a wonderful mother, Mom. From childhood only Mamah was beside me, treating me like a real child. I'm trying to be the kid that doesn't bother you. I kept watching Mamah, because .. I don't want to see Mama sad. Including ... by father. I want to always see Mamah smiling happily."

The words that came from Aqeela's small mouth invited tears. Alina couldn't help but cry and just hugged her.

For about eight years he had considered Aqeela like a child. The boy was not wrong and Alina loved him very much.

From Aqeela was still a baby until now her feelings had not changed. Alina was lucky to get a child to connect as well, as independent, and like that.

A word of thanks continued to be spoken with a warm kiss landing on the top of his head. Alina couldn't say anything but thank you.

Right now his feelings are so mixed, on the one hand he could not bear to see Aqeela grow up without the presence of a mother. However, on the other hand he is so tormented when he knows the fact, if the husband has not been able to let go and forget his late wife.

Love that is spoken like dust swept away by the wind. Not leaving and leaving nothing behind. Everything was pseudo just a dream that he had exalted for seven years.

"Thank you, honey. You've strengthened, Mamah. You made Mamah survive. Mom loves you very much, thank you for understanding our situation" her monologue in mind.

"You should never cry alone, if you do something that hurts, tell me. Aqeela will always be next to Mamah regardless of what father does. Aqeela apologized if I hurt Mamah's feelings" she continued as if reading her mother's heart.

Alina was glued for a while and rubbed her head gently back. He was stunned at the mature mind of his little daughter and immediately embraced the warm little body.

"No Honey. Don't think too far, Dad. Dad and Mom are fine, we'll always be together forever. Because Mom loves you so much."

Aqeela returned her embrace and cried. A year ago she was told that Alina was not her birth mother. At that time he and his husband told the truth about Yasmin. They thought the sooner the better, for Aqeela to understand the circumstances that had already happened.

Aqeela was neither crying nor surprised, the little girl commented smilingly and hugged her parents and said, "Although Mom is already in heaven, I don't feel like I'm losing her. Because here I have Mamah .. I love Mamah very much."

"Mom, Brother, what are you doing?" ask Raihan who just got home.

Alina and Aqeela let go of the embrace and looked at her with a smile.

"Here, dear," said Alina, widening both hands.

Without thinking, Raihan ran through the warm body of the mother and Alina brought Aqeela back into her arms.

In the room the warmth of a mother and her two children so spread harmony. Alina forgot about the pain that a moment ago settled in the heart. The existence of Aqeela and Raihan became a panacea.

Their presence as reliefers of tired, sick, poignant, and soreness will his household trip.

...***...

Night created to bring void, rain came back to wet the arid land. The distinctive aroma of smell travels to the sense of smell.

Alina was once again silent in Yasmin's room. He stood facing a large window that showed the outside.

Both hands fold in front of the chest while holding a medium-sized photo figura. His hijab-headed head looked up at the dark sky.

Not long after that, someone opened the door. He already knew who was approaching him, Alina kept waiting and wanted an explanation.

"Woman is an interior designer? Em, his name is Yasmin Fauziah, which is very coincidental. Not only faces, but their names are the same? Luckily, there were two very similar people in this world. The longing that Mas felt for seven years must be treated," said Alina without even turning her body.

Azam was silent, his eyes looking at the wife's slender back. He realized there was a wound he was trying to hide.

However, what Alina said just now was indeed true. He plays with his own destiny and creates the harmonious home collapse that Alina wants.

"Em .. you are right," Azam replied without hesitation.

Instantly, Alina turned around to see her eyes cheering. He sighed and tried hard to live it all.

"The reason Mas didn't let me into this room .. is because Mas didn't want to ruin your memories of being with me, did he? Now that I'm here, what will you do? Is Mas going to bring that woman here and treat her like Yasmin's late sister?" ask Alina streak.

Slowly Azam bowed his gaze, both hands clenched to resist the emotional turmoil in the chest.

Instantly lightning struck, at the same time Azam looked up to see the face of the wife who was smiling.

Under the glittering light of the flash, the woman he had been married to for eight years said something unexpected.

"That's what I want. I don't care who Mas ends up with, Zara? Or Yasmin Fauziah, but as long as I'm here don't expect the two women to come into our family. I-" Alina paused her sentence then raised the frame in her grasp and at once she let it go until it fell apart.

"That's what our household would look like if there was a third person. Enjoy your anxiety, Mas. I'll wait quietly and don't expect them to take me down so easily."

Alina went away leaving her heart broken. Azam was not moving a bit and looked at the photo lying there.

This is a picture of her wedding with Alina.