Double-role

CHAPTER 66 (Season 2)

The afternoon breeze greeted, hugging the two who were throwing glances at each other. A sweet smile still faithfully perched beautifully on Alina's pretty face, while her interlocutors pegged in disbelief.

The thick black-listed bead also widened with a slightly open ranum mouth. Slowly the two eyebrows intertwined and continued to look at Alina.

"W-what do you want from me?" ask Zara timidly.

Alina further widened her smile as she walked closer. He placed both hands in the cardigan pocket and the foot wrapped in the boots continued to move slowly.

His instincts said something was not right, Zara retreated backwards avoiding Alina.

"Why are you avoiding me? Don't you want to know where I can get that name?" ask Alina later.

Zara shook her head many times. "I don't want to know. I warned Alina well, don't bring that name into our business."

"Our business? Doesn't that include me, you, Yasmin, Azam and also ... our family? The only person we have to protect is our family. That's what I'm fighting for right now. You know, the most valuable person to me now is not Azam but .. my son," said Alina, next to the corner of her lips raised with sharp eyes.

"Well, you seem to understand what I'm trying to say. See you later, don't give up the game we just started" he continued. He wore sunglasses and walked past Zara whispering right in his earlobe.

Hearing this made the owner widen his eyes in disbelief. Heart beat too fast he did not expect if Alina had changed.

"How dare he," Zara snapped as she clenched both hands tightly.

...***...

"I know, Mas's playing with fire behind my back."

The words welcomed his arrival who had just finished taking a bath. Azam was silent where he was standing, slowly turning his head to the right side where Alina was sitting with her feet on the bed.

While playing with the wife's cell phone indifferently. She knew now that the husband's gaze was pointing right at her.

At first glance Alina looked at Azam and was again busy with her world. A wry smile was present when there was no word from the man before him.

"Am I surprised I know? Wasn't that night a sign that our household was not okay. Crushed, everything was a mess like the figura I threw away" explained Alina later.

Azam was dumb, his tongue was a mute without being able to say a word. He didn't think it would get caught so soon. He was not ready for the storm to hit him fast.

"Why are you doing that? Are you no longer willing to defend our household?"

Azam's question attracted attention, Alina put the phone on the nightstand and then moved from her seat. He stood not far away and returned the gaze of the husband.

"Why maintain a toxic marriage like this? From the beginning I never loved me. Those words are only limited to obligations without any sincerity, I have misjudged your kindness all along. First love is not easy to forget. Yasmin is gone, but her replacement has now arrived. I can't be like mbak Yasmin who willingly in honey .. I'd rather step down than have to share a husband," said Alina memgebu.

He held tightness in the chest that continues to race asking to be removed. It was enough, Alina could not show her weakness again in the presence of Azam. However she asks, be patient, and hope the husband returns his feelings, it is impossible.

The year after year they had spent had no meaning whatsoever. Everything is pseudo just a mirage of happiness settles in desire. The reality is that there are still shadows of the past that are hard to forget.

"You love me, Mom, but in fact you are a traitor" he continued.

Azam lowered his head slowly, his jet-black disembodied head falling over the view. He clenched both hands firmly when he realized that the situation was getting worse.

He was wrong behind his wife. For eight years, he could not let go of Yasmin. He is always haunted by his relationship with his first wife and once thought of Alina as Yasmin.

He was guilty of being very guilty, the ship he was carrying on the high seas turned out to be off track. As a captain he was so unstable in maintaining the speed of his ship and forget if passengers could have fallen and lost over his own carelessness.

"I'm sorry .. I can't help that feeling. Actually ... we've married sirih, I married Yasmin one month ago," Azam said.

At that time he decided to propose to Yasmin to prevent unwanted things. Unexpectedly, the interior designer agreed. They also married in the office of religious affairs, without luxury or invited guests.

The second marriage was attended by witnesses. Azam also gave a luxury apartment as a wedding gift for Yasmin.

During the past month he often returned home late and Azam spent time with Yasmin. That secret no one knows but himself, Yasmin, and Allah.

The lightning bolt struck in broad daylight Alina did not expect to hear the honesty of her husband. He took his eyes off Azam's figure while shaking his head in disbelief.

Instantly also his breath rose and fell withstanding the emotions that were stirring up. As hard as he held back, tears escaped just hearing an unexpected confession.

Alina laughed over the pain, the word marriage was like an arrow shot on target. His chest tightened, his heart as if slashed by an invisible dagger. Stiffness, pain, pain, and being injured into one made him stunned.

Alina sat on the edge of the bed still did not say anything. While looking for evidence to keep Yasmin and Zara in a state of disgrace, she forgets the truth about her husband's betrayal.

However, Azam unexpectedly admitted it himself. The news was like the horrible incident Alina had experienced. He did not expect to have honey without his knowledge and permission. He is indeed different from the late Yasmin, his existence is only considered as the last wind.

"I'm sorry" Azam regretted.

He stepped closer to Alina and squatted in front of her. He looked up to see his wife's face was wet. Both hands were outstretched cupping the warm cheeks and quickly the owner pulled him over.

"Never touch me again. I intend to defend our household for the sake of the children, but it feels. Thank you for the injury that Mas gave me that if-" Alina got up from sitting and looked down right into the bead of Azam.

"If marriage is not a game. Enjoy the game you've done, as host I'll join."

After saying that Alina stepped away, but before leaving the room she said. "I'm not a woman that anyone can control. I've been raised with pain, so enjoy what's going to happen."

The door closed Azam drooped limp feeling his chest like it had been pierced by a thorn. He looked at the room that had been spent seven years with Alina.

In that place both share grievances and kill time with matchless pleasure. However, the emergence of Yasmin Fauziah collapsed the defense. Dark-eyed Azam regarded the woman as his late wife.

He's been playing around with someone who loves him sincerely. After Yasmin's departure she was depressed and not eager to live life. The existence of Alina who is loyal to maintain and care for him successfully provides healing.

Love was present, but he realized the shadow of Yasmin continues to haunt him to make the feeling reappear.

Without Alina realizing it she often spent time in her private room with Yasmin. He kept remembering their togetherness without realizing the fact that the first wife was dead.

"Oh Allah, what are you doing? I've hurt Alina so much" she said in silence.

The fire was burning and he was giving gasoline to it. The flames could slowly devour the situation now.

Circumstances could not be fine, Azam also forgot if he had a daughter and son who sincerely loved him.

The betrayal and the lies he was doing, just waiting for the time when they would explode like an atomic bomb.

Alina was in Yasmin's room again. He stood in the middle of looking around. His cold face filled with deep pain gave him the confidence to end it all. He cannot continue to be selfish trying his best for his family.

"While the person I defend does not want to give happiness sincerely. I can't feel my feelings anymore" he said.