Double-role

CHAPTER 62 (Season 2)

Sky-high expectations should run aground without a handle. Time continues to go on every journey of life for the better.

There is nothing wrong with a problem in life, because as long as the breath is still in the esophagus test after test will always be there. It is a sign that God still loves His servant to be given happiness after the pain.

Dreams are just dreams, the word forever will never settle at one point. Whatever, however, what the mystery of tomorrow will look like has its own time.

Pain and pleasure cannot last long. Because the wheel keeps turning and provides an opportunity for both sides to settle.

Two weeks passed so quickly, right on this day of Aqeela's birthday in the title at the Zabran family residence. Soft pink shades welcome every invited guest who comes. Friends, relatives, were present to enliven the simple party.

A birthday cake specially designed by the mother presented at the parasmanan table invited attention. Like a queen of the day, Aqeela is so beautiful in a pink dress combined with her matching hijab.

The cheerful sparkle continued to settle on her father's face, Aqeela was happy to spend precious moments with her parents and little sister.

In the midst of the joy of whacking someone is present to change the storyline full of laughter into surprise. Aqeela who had just given a piece of cake to her mother was glued to the figure of the hijab-wearing woman at the entrance.

Bak magic, his gaze kept glued to it without even a blink of an eye.

"Mommy?" mumbling slowly.

Seeing the princess change, Alina followed her gaze. At once he was surprised to see a woman named Yasmin in the doorway. Azam standing on the other side Aqeela did not understand their change. He lifted his head and found Yasmin smiling.

A second later Yasmin approached while hugging a large teddy bear. Without heeding others around, he crouched down right in front of Aqeela.

"Darling, how are you?" tanyanya warm.

The sudden question made Aqeela's defense waver. His little head shook his head many times and took a step back.

Yasmin knitted her brows not understanding, "Why? Are you afraid of Mama?"

"Who is Aunt really? My biological ma-mama is dead," he said dumbfounded.

"Darling, can you come with us for a minute?" Zara's question suddenly came as a surprise.

Alina could only look at them one by one, until her attention was anchored to the husband. He saw joy in his eyes.

Somehow as time went by, he had already seen Aqeela with the two women. A few moments later Azam followed, leaving silence. Alina pecked on the spot, her tongue twisted, words stuck in her throat. Yasmin's presence attracted attention, not only Azam, but all of his relatives.

They were shocked and could not believe there was someone so similar to the late Yasmin, even the name was the same.

"Moment." The shocks and calls of his little son awakened.

Alina regained her senses and immediately looked in front of her. "Yes, Honey?"

"Who are those two women? Why is everyone gathered there? Dad too, why don't you take us?"

The successive questions from Raihan made his eyes water, as hard as Alina's strength to hold him back did not want to make things worse.

"They .. they're his friends, Dad. Maybe there's something to do, '" the lie. Raihan only ber'oh' ria without saying anything more.

Panting continued to be there, Alina took the baby to the top floor. He persuades Raihan to follow him so as not to see anything painful again.

It takes extra strength when he has to maintain the pain in front of the child. "You love you" he thought of me as Raihan. The seven-year-old boy seemed to understand the mother's turmoil, he continued to hug the neck of Alina's level tightly.

Aqeela still did not understand the current situation. In front of her was a woman who looked so much like her mother. However, deep down he did not want their presence.

"What do you want to say?" ask Aqeela.

"Darling, how do you feel about seeing someone who looks so much like your mother?" ask Zara back.

Aqeela did not admit it, the jet-black bead kept staring at Yasmin, while the father was busy chatting with his business partner. They deliberately came there to give a gift to his first daughter.

"Qeela, don't know," she answered briefly.

"Who would you choose if it turns out that Aunt Yasmin is your biological mother? Honey, you have to realize that Alina isn't your real mother. She's just your father's wife .. Do you think Alina treated you like a real child, like Raihan?" cerca Zara provocateurs.

Aqeela went back to silence and looked down at a glance and looked at Zara who was kneeling in front of her.

"Alina has always loved me with sincerity and of course regarded me as her own child" Aqeela said.

Zara commented with a smile, her hands outstretched over the little girl's shoulders. "You're wrong, it's my mom Alina treating you like that well because that's her job. Just think if my mother Alina isn't nice to you, what will I think? You might think she's not a good wife. Everything he did was just a task of no sincerity."

Zara's words continued to ring in hearing, Aqeela glared far ahead and felt her closeness to Alina all along.

Seeing that Yasmin approached and crouched down next to Aqeela. His slender hands carried the small body into a hug.

The instant warmth of the heart made Aqeela flinch. He had never felt that even when he was with Alina.

"How do you feel, honey? You can think of Aunt as your own mother. Aren't your mother and aunt very similar?" yasmin added.

Not long afterwards Yasmin loosened her arms and rubbed the top of her head. "Tante loves you, even though we have no relationship whatsoever, but that feeling is already present here." He pointed at the left chest of Aqeela.

"Why?" the girl asked not to understand.

"Because I'm your mother."

Slowly the moon bead of Aqeela widened, her reddish lips opened. His heart was racing, all this time he had never interacted with his biological mother.

Seeing Yasmin was like watching her own mother.

"You can see for yourself, honey. Mamah Alina went out of nowhere, but the party wasn't finished. You got it, right? Sincere and that task is something different" Zara continued.

Aqeela looked around and did not find Alina anywhere. The feeling of not wearing present tried to erode trust.

"Is it true that you only love me because I am your daughter? Does Mom not really consider me her son sincerely?" monologue in mind.

Unknowingly from upstairs Alina witnessed it all. The corner of his lips grinned watching the classic drama right before his eyes. He did not expect to see and hear for himself what they were doing.

After the husband behaved suspiciously, Alina started installing eavesdroppers in her house. It tightens security to prevent unwanted things.

"A very interesting spectacle, I know who you really are" Alina murmured.

The glint of his eyes signified firmness and seriousness. Both hands firmly grasped the iron barrier. There was confidence in his chest if he had to maintain the wholeness of his family.