Double-role

CHAPTER 73 (Season 2)

The star-studded sky stretched so wide, the beauty of the moonlight accompanied the darkness of the night. Soft music playing membersamai tense meeting of two people on the balcony of the building.

Alina's soot beads are still perfectly rounded not believing she is facing someone important in her country. He was surprised and did not expect that the man in front of him was now one of his coworkers.

"Hallo, are you okay?"

The wave of hands right in front of the face instantly made Alina flabbergasted. He was aware of the daydream while facing forward again.

"Eh, wait a minute you called my name. Do you know me?" ask Alina.

Zaidan also agreed. "I already know. It was nice to see your feud."

Alina nodded several times until unknowingly Zaidan's last words startled her again. "Eh?" He turned to the left side to see the charming lips were sharing a big smile.

Alina frowned again not understanding, Zaidan snorted softly and looked at the night sky.

"All this time, I've been finding out about Mr. Azam. I can't believe he has two wives? Even eight years ago."

Hearing the explanation from the mouth of the man he had just known, invited suspicion. A few seconds Alina continued to look at the gray eyeball of the interlocutor.

"Astaghfirullah azim thing," he whispered softly as he bowed his gaze.

Again Zaidan smiled warmly at the innocence and glory of the woman next to him. After his meeting with Alina one week ago, he checked Azam's background.

He thought that the woman had something to do with Azam, a new co-worker who joined his company. Everyone who wants to cooperate with the Zulfan Family, they are secretly found out about their origin.

However, only one catches the eye of Zaidan, the woman he met in the lobby of Azam's company. All this time he had never met such a beautiful figure.

Not wanting to touch and immediately bowed his gaze, making him think the woman is a noble figure.

He who grew up in a family full of rules and upholds the tatakrama so constrained, and even though he was born as a Muslim the teaching was never given to him in full.

Only the world, the world, and the world they were headed to. It is only temporary pleasure, whereas inner tranquility is not found. His heart was empty and hollow, though the balance of Zaidan did not feel calm.

Women like Alina are already attracting attention. Its simplicity and the rigidity emanated from its face and the look in its eyes made it aware of the value of life.

"You are a very noble woman" Zaidan said unknowingly.

Alina looked over and looked straight ahead again. "It's wrong if you only judge someone by their appearance. As an ordinary human being, I have not escaped many mistakes and loss. Here I just want to fight against justice, no human being is perfect. Because-" Alina paused her answer and stepped back backwards.

"Because the error is there to be corrected."

Alina went out from before him with the night wind sweeping her long hijab. Zaidan was flabbergasted and kept looking at that figure that disappeared within the sea of humans.

The curvature of the crescent moon adds good looks, the clean white face blushing involuntarily.

"Yes, you're right. Because the error is there to be corrected. I need to get to know more about my own beliefs" he murmured.

...***...

Azam who had just greeted the invited guests with Yasmin was stunned when he watched the wife enjoying a snack with her new co-workers.

Right in front of his own two eyes, he saw Alina laughing merrily amidst the crowd of people.

The round table in the middle was filled with several people, including Zara in it. Without a second thought he immediately walked there and approached Alina. Yasmin who saw that clenched both hands felt abandoned.

"The woman always ruined my plans" he murmured.

Azam was already standing right behind Alina, both of his hands landing on both of his partner's shoulders. "Dear." The call also suddenly made the owner look up to find her husband.

"Mas" he answered with a smile.

Azam was silent for a moment and received his hand. They sat down on both sides of Alina.

"Yasmine? Why are you standing there? Come on sit down." Alina waved at him telling Yasmin to sit in front. Without rejecting Yasmin also followed the game that Alina was playing.

Now the table is full of important people. They enjoy the luxurious dishes that the host has prepared.

Azam secretly cares about the wife who keeps talking to Zaidan about work. He does not know if women who have lived for eight years know about the world of business.

"Well, Mr. Azam, your wife is amazing. You must be proud to have such a great companion, Alina," Zaidan said suddenly.

Alina was flabbergasted to hear it, the lightness of the eyes given made her understand. "Master could have," he said.

"A-ah, thank you. You're too complimenting," Azam replied later.

"No-no-no, this is not just a compliment, but, in fact, it is. Your wife is a special woman" Zaidan continued.

"You're too complimentary of Master she's just an ordinary housewife," Yasmin replies.

"Oh you are wrong Miss, she is not an ordinary housewife," Zaidan replied again returning Yasmin's gaze.

"I'd rather be an ordinary housewife, than be awesome for being third." A smile was curled beautifully on Alina's beautiful face.

Yasmin was aware that the remark was completely insinuating to her. He knew that Alina was playing around. Ever since his arrival to the party this woman before him has been desperate to bring him down and humiliate him.

"What do you mean?" ask one of the other men there.

"Ah, no. I just want to talk" said Alina then took a warm drink in front of her and took a slow sip as the chocolate slices looked at Yasmin.

"What is he planning?" then he thought when he saw that smile.

"Gentlemen, you know this cake is actually made by Miss Alina herself. Personally, she would like to thank all of her colleagues for working with her husband, Mr. Azam," Zara added, increasingly pouring gasoline into the blazing fire.

"Well, really? It just feels good. Besides being smart, it turns out your wife is very good at cooking. I envy you, Sir," Zaidan again looked at Azam sitting next to Alina.

Azam only smiled an awkward smile. He also did not know that Alina prepared the dish by herself.

"You should not push yourself, dear" whispered Azam.

"Why? I also want to thank them," Alina replied while cupping her husband's cheek warmly.

Seeing the harmony right in front of his eyes, everyone shouted out in excitement. Alina looked at them one by one with a big smile. Until his gaze stopped right at Yasmin's chocolate-laced bead.

"It's really nice to be able to interact with our legitimate husband blatantly, isn't it?"

Dismissed with the curvature of her lips, Alina gave a look at Yasmin. The woman just kept silent while clenching her hands again in her lap.

"This woman is truly a formidable warrior," Inner Zaidan looked at the figure next to her.

"Yes, it's been a lot of fun" Yasmin replied later.

"Em, I'm warning you not to be third. Because in addition to uncomfortable, but it can also be gossip people," continued Alina again.

"Eh, what does that mean. Is there a third person here?" ask one of Azam's other colleagues.

Alina continued to smile at Yasmin without even a single glance. Azam who felt the atmosphere there began to heat up immediately pulled the hand of the wife.

"Good luck with the meal, I'm sorry" he said.

For the last time Alina winked one eye at Yasmin making the woman even more upset.