Double-role

CHAPTER 68 (Season 2)

Staying aside, being lonely, and being alone has become a habit lately. The blooming flowers have withered and turned dry until finally brittle swept by the wind.

Alina realized that her marriage was only a shell to fulfill obligations. There is no love or affection in it. The feeling was only one-handed clapping and only he felt it himself.

The husband is too late in the shadows of the past. Love, there is no place for an Alina in her heart to settle down.

The clock was at half-eleven in the evening. Alina was still sitting quietly in the living room waiting for their return.

A little while later Alina heard the sound of a car engine stopping in the yard. Not long after that the front door opened featuring the husband and daughter.

They stared at each other for a while without saying a word. The fused, alien reaction greeted Alina's olfactory smile, if it was the scent of honey.

"You just got home?" tanyanya opened her voice.

Azam who was about to step up brought Aqeela in. Alina got up from sitting and looked at them alternately.

"What would Mom say? Me and Dad have gone to have fun with Aunt Yasmin" Aqeela said guiltlessly.

Alina returned with a smile and saw the princess holding a new doll. "Good, Mom was glad to hear that. The doll ... must have been given by Yasmin's mother?" he turned back full of emphasis. "Em, it's been a good night for Qeela to come in and sleep."

Aqeela snorted softly and let go of her hand and left her parents there.

"Why did Mamah say Yasmin's mother? What is mom? She's Yasmin's aunt," she thought.

After Aqeela, Alina looked at Azam with serious eyes. He folded his hands in front of his chest while raising the corner of his lips.

"So, you guys have managed to incite a kid, huh? Oh really great, I didn't expect this game to get any more exciting. I can't wait to see who loses. Where are you the one who loves me? Oh no. From the beginning you never loved me." The cold, thin tone Alina lay.

He could not linger with Azam, his heart was too sick just by looking at his face. It made Alina think of her husband with another woman.

Without hearing her reply, Alina set foot to leave her husband. However, Azam's words further froze himself.

"I'm sorry."

Alina chuckled softly at him, the head in the hijab turned to the side looking at Azam from the corner of the eye.

"Don't blame me if time shows you who you are, he is, and he really is. If I'm still here it's not because of love, but there's something to be done."

After saying that Alina really left. Azam rubbed his veiled face as his wife's fragile back disappeared behind the door. He breathed a rough breath and just kept quiet.

...***...

Early in the morning, the dew came hugging with cold air piercing the skin. As usual Alina prepared breakfast for her little family.

However, after those painful days came the warmth disappeared. Alina was patient and endured for the sake of her children, but it did not make her husband open his heart. It is still not considered and continues to be ignored.

"Honey, breakfast first, son," he bargained to Aqeela.

"No, I want breakfast with Aunt Yasmin" she replied.

"Alright, enjoy your time" Alina replied with a smile. Aqeela again snorted while stomping one leg.

Not long after Azam came to make their eyes look at each other.

"Mas, would like to have breakfast with Yasmin too, right? go ahead, enjoy your time" Alina said with a crescent arch on her pretty face, then turned her back on her husband and returned busy arranging meals.

Azam sculpted, the handle in his briefcase increasingly tightened. He looked at the small back again in silence. Alina's words last night re-energized her if the wife looks different.

"What have I done? I made someone change, "the monologue is silent.

After that he left there leaving Alina alone. He turned around and the grin was re-created.

Along the road Azam kept silent looking at the road ahead. Aqeela, who was sitting next to him, watched his father many times.

There was an uncomfortable feeling greeting his heart upon hearing Alina's reply. On the one hand, he believed in Yasmin and Zara. However, on the other hand he also still harbors affection for Alina.

"Dad, what should Aqeela do? Why did Mom say that? Did you really not love me?" tanyanya.

Azam looked at his first daughter briefly and continued to focus on driving. "Dad apologize." That's all he said.

"Dad! I didn't answer my question at all." Aqeela was upset and folded her hands in front of her chest while pouting.

Thirty-five minutes passed, the two arrived at the magnificent apartment in the middle of the city. Azam took Aqeela to the fifth floor to find someone. A few moments later they arrived and pressed the doorbell numbered two hundred and three puluns.

The door opened a beautiful woman welcomed the arrival of the two.

"Aqeen? Didn't you play with Mom yesterday enough, honey?" tanyakanya.

"Tante Yasmin, why does Aunt call herself Mother?" ask back Ajeela.

Yasmin flinched and looked fixedly at Azam, the man shook his head slowly making her frown.

"A-ah, because Auntie is similar to your mother, that's why," replied Yasmin. "Em, you guys haven't had breakfast yet, let's go and have a meal together."

They entered and saw the food on the table. Aqeela sparkled and walked over and looked at her one by one. Yasmin hurriedly served both of them and gave a plate of rice and side dishes.

They eat together like a family.

"It feels good, does Auntie cook it herself?" ask Aqeela.

Yasmin smiled widely and looked at him fixedly, "no, Aunt bought it. Aunty can't cook, honey."

Aqeela simply nodded without answering her words. "It's different with Mamah Alina" he continued.

Azam who understood at once grasped Yasmin's hand and stroked her slowly. "No, nothing," he said slowly. Yasmin simply nodded slowly and smiled knotingly.

...***...

Alina who was just about to go pick up Raihan was startled by the arrival of someone. He was strangled slowly and could not believe seeing the woman in front of his house.

The reddish lips curved perfectly looking at the secretary of the husband. His wide forehead shriveled deeply when he did not expect to see the presence of the woman suddenly.

"Eh, Zara? What are you doing here? Are you not going to report anything to me anymore? Ah, you know what? They're having breakfast together now" explained Alina.

At once Zara was flabbergasted, her eyebrows clinging to each other not understanding. He looked into the clear brown bead in front of him, not implying anything.

"You know I sent you a message?" tanyanya nervous. Alina nodded slowly and looked at him fixedly.

"You said they were having breakfast together now?" Alina again said. "Are you not jealous?" askalanya.

"Jealous? Make what? I'm trying to let go. If you still want to chase him .. you can approach him. Ah, dear that woman named Yasmin got it first."

The answer Alina gave was right on target. Zara said nothing and shut her mouth tightly.

"So, what's the matter with you coming here?" asked Alina.

"Can we talk?" her door.

Alina stared at the interlocutor's bead. The look in those eyes signified compassion and curiosity. He nodded slowly and the two left from there.