Double-role

CHAPTER 72 (Season 2)

Grey clouds now hide behind the bright of the king of the day. The smell of the flowers bursting with goodness trying to bring down the pain.

Alina was sitting alone in the reading room cools the mind of all the problems of household life. Too many tears came out, too painful an invisible wound in the chest, and too sore a reality hit.

He did not expect that one week ago gave the most listening history. I don't believe in so many mysteries in life. Although the manic read word for word in the book, but his mind continues to be focused on the possibility that happens.

Not long after the door of the room opened showing the husband. Alina glanced over without caring about her whereabouts.

"Later tonight there's an event at the company, I hope you can come" he explained to the point.

"I was indeed planning to come," Alina replied briefly.

Azam sighed softly and continued to look at him deeply, "Honey, can you not be like this?"

Alina snorted, next to the corner of her lips raised perfectly. He then closed the book and looked up to see the sad eyes in front of him.

"What do you want me to do?" tanyanya firmly.

"Can ... can we be as we used to be? I don't want to see you change. I miss our peaceful life."

Hearing those words made Alina laugh and rise from sitting down. "From the beginning who created this house so messy? Don't blame others, I should be introspective."

"I know, I was wrong, but .. I don't want to be in this position either. It all feels so heavy. Can you act like you used to? When Yasmin was still here? We can live in peace three under one roof, I can also do justice to you. Well, just like before," he said.

"you guys? Me and that woman? No, my mother, our situation is not the same. I don't want to be combined anymore and .. I don't want to be second. I used to accept our situation, but now I can't. Which woman can divide her husband? Is her husband always overshadowed by the past? I can't, Mom!"

Alina left from before him leaving a void. Azam again sighed harshly while looking down. He did not expect that his household with his wife was destroyed.

He didn't blame anyone, because that's how he felt. His heart was still adrift and fixed on the shadow of the late beloved wife.

...***...

Evening came, one by one the upper class came to the skyscrapers belonging to the Zabran family.

They are here to celebrate Rusdyan Azam Zabran's successful achievement this year. Everyone was so enjoying the treats at the party while chatting with each other.

The main role tonight also came while holding the wife. Alina is so beautiful in a soft peach-colored dress with her hijab in tune. His clothes were so harmonious with Azam that they showed that they both loved each other.

Guests in attendance congratulated and praised their harmony. But in reality, it was just a lie. Alina put on a fine mask behind a smile that is often given.

Not far from the existence of the two, Yasmin who was holding a long-legged glass watched the scene.

Smile expands on her beautiful face, she straightened the sweet liquid slowly and walked over.

"You have been looking very harmonious for years" said one of Azam's colleagues there.

Azam and Alina chuckled lightly while saying thank you. They also talked together before the presence of someone disturbed the calm.

Alina looked at him in silence knowing the purpose of the woman's arrival. Her bright red lips curved perfectly forming a curve.

"Oh, Yasmin's co-worker, are you present as well?" ask Alina to start.

Yasmin who had just joined in gasped softly and gave a brief nod. "Surely I have to come, because this is the achievement of my wonderful co-worker," he replied in two words.

"Ah, of course Yasmin's co-worker should be the lead role tonight, but it's a pity that your hard work" Alina deliberately paused her speech, both Azam and Yasmin frowned incomprehensibly.

"What's this about? Wait isn't her face a lot like your late wife Yasmin?" point to one of the four men there. Azam only nodded awkwardly in response.

"Well, this is very interesting. Don't you love Yasmin very much? Seven knew he was gone and now there's someone who looks a lot like him, you must be happy, right?" said the man in the place of Azam while elbowing his arm slowly.

"Hey, what are you saying? You don't see next to her there's Young Madam?" whispered friend.

Alina smiled a smile at them one by one. "It's okay, I'm grateful for her presence .. I can open my eyes."

"You are indeed a destroyer of moods, I'm sorry, Alina" said the man next to her and immediately took the provoking friend away.

There were three of them. Alina looked at the two in silence while folding her hands in front of her chest.

"What a great sight, isn't this a chance for you?" he said it caught attention.

"What do you want? Do you want to bring me down?" gertak Yasmin makes Alina snatch.

"That's my intention, but it's not exciting to fall now, is it? Enjoy your time, I'll go" Alina replied.

He walked up to Yasmin and patted her on the shoulder slowly and whispered, "Jasmin is fine. I can't wait to see her reaction when I find out your mission now."

Yasmin looked closely at the face that was smiling.

"I go, take good care of our husband," he continued, completely out of the presence of the two.

Yasmin clenched her hands tightly, her chest rising and falling looking at Alina who was so friendly greeting each guest.

Azam who had been silent to their interaction could only look at him in turn. His forehead shriveled in not understanding.

"What did Alina say?" tanyanya.

"Nothing" replied Yasmin briefly.

"What does he mean to say that? What don't-don't?" yasmin's thoughts later.

...***...

Amidst the crowd in the hall, Alina chose to pull over on the balcony enjoying the night view. Occasionally the wind swept across his white face accompanying solitude.

Highlight the silent eyes watched the twinkling stars above. The frenzy behind him did not drive away the loneliness at all.

Not long after someone came, the masculine scent greeted the sense of smell. Alina turned to the left side to find a foreign man.

"You who?" tanyakanya.

The man looked back at Alina's gaze. "Ah, we meet again."

Alina frowned not understanding. "Who are you?" ask again.

"A week ago we met in the lobby. Meet me Zaidan Zulfan, it's nice to meet you, Alina," he replied.

Hearing her last name instantly Alina's bead widened with her mouth open. He smothered her, shaking her a few times.

"Zu-Zulfan?"

Zaidan Zulfan, a thirty-seven-year-old white man with sharp slender eyes, a big nose and reddish lips, also commented on the warm smile. He nodded briefly and understood what Alina had in mind.

"O Allah, is this man really of the Zulfan family? M-isn't that family a descendant of blue blood? Even his wealth could not run out until seven derivatives. Their families don't mess around .. they're the top guys from the top," he thought in surprise.