Double-role

CHAPTER 74 (Season 2)

After dabbling in increasingly fulfilling talks, Azam moved from sitting while grasping Alina's wrist tightly.

The owner looked up to see a serious look of eyes pointing at him. That wide forehead shriveled deeply, without saying a word.

"Come, go."

Azam pulled her slowly, Alina inevitably followed where the husband was taking her. Yasmin followed them without heeding the gazes of many people.

Zara and Zaidan who witnessed the scene revealed a big smile. Both do not want to interfere too far about their household problems.

"Alina is a great woman, well," Zaidan said.

Zara who was enjoying a piece of cheesecake looked up to see the man's gaze pointing at her.

"A-ah, well that's how it is," she clumsily.

Zara straightened her body looking at Zaidan fixedly, slowly her eyebrows clinging to each other thinking of something.

"It looks like I've seen you .. hmm, but where is it?" zara said again getting slower.

Zaidan propped up his chin on the table, his charming lips curled back to watch the woman before him.

"I was in your boss' room at the time, when Alina came barging in. Aren't you the one who calmed us down?"

The question immediately made Zara realize, the round bead widened. He did not expect that this extraordinary man was right in front of his own eyes.

"G ... You're correct. Wait ... Just now it looks like you understand their condition.what do-don't you-"

"You can guess for yourself" Zaidan replied and put a spoonful of sweet cake into his mouth.

Zara also widened her smile while nodding in understanding, and they also spoke through the eyes of each. The contents of the heads of both Zara and Zaidan had the same thought.

...***...

"Wait!"

A subtle sound instantly stopped Azam who kept pulling Alina towards the underground parking lot.

Both stopped and turned their bodies back. Azam was surprised to find his second wife walking closer, Alina immediately threw her husband's hand and also welcomed her honey.

"It looks like you can't wait to tell me something, Yasmin?" alina asked staring into the bead of the other person.

"What do you mean you said that? You really want to bring down and humiliate your husband?" yasmin met with Azam's first wife.

Alina chuckled softly while taking off eye contact with him briefly. "Listen well, Ms. Yasmin or whoever you are .. If I want to drop you or humiliate Mas Azam, I have done it a long time ago, but –" He paused and did the same as that day.

Alina leaned forward and whispered right next to her ear. "But, I want to see you fall by itself, not necessarily through my own hands. Do you remember what I said at the time?"

"Ah, you must be remembering what I said back then, right?" alina said again after pulling herself.

Yasmin silently pecked, her eyeballs rolling to see Azam standing behind Alina. He then saw the woman again throwing a sweet smile.

"What are you planning this time?" ask Yasmin again.

"I didn't plan anything. I just have to unmask who you really are, so that she-" Alina rolled her eyeballs to the side pointing at Azam who had been silent since. "Know who you really are."

"What are you talking about?" azam asked then who walked forward and stood right in the middle of them.

"Mas, your wife is planning something to bring us down" Yasmin replied as she pointed at Alina.

Azam immediately turned to his wife. "What did Yasmin say was right? You want to drop your own husband's success? A wife's supposed to stand up for her husband, what are you doing behind my back, huh?" He suddenly spoke in a high tone.

Alina smirked returning Azam's serious gaze. "So, do you believe what he said?" Doubtfully Azam nodded slowly and looked at them in turn.

"Good enough to make me give up on this relationship. Before that I had prepared a surprise for you at home. Ms. Yasmin too, do not be surprised if later all the lies can be revealed," explained Alina looking at the two.

Azam frowned not understanding what Alina said. "What do you mean?" the question returned while clutching the wife's wrist again.

"Let go, this is the last time I can see you."

Alina again threw her hand out and stepped out from before them. The luxurious car took his figure away and disappeared.

There only Azam and Yasmin remained, the gazes of the two locking each other up letting silence take over.

...***...

Not long after Alina had arrived at her residence, the footsteps led her to the table that was in the living room. He was silent for a while looking at the piece of paper lying there.

Before she went to her husband's company a few hours ago, Alina had already put the brown sandpaper. He then put another piece of paper on it and continued to look at the two inanimate objects.

"One week ago I decided to make this decision. Hopefully this is the best, I do not regret falling in love with you and being with you. For me the time we have spent together has provided valuable learning if .. appreciate someone before he leaves. Time can never be turned back, don't blame the circumstances if regrets come."

Those words echoed with solitude, Alina looking at every corner of the room that had been sheltering her for eight years.

Suddenly tears flowed unbearably. There are so many memories with her husband. However, he realized the memory was just a falsehood, there was no sincerity or honesty in it.

For seven years Azam hid the fact that he could not forget the late Yasmin.

"I am just an unregarded substitute. I'm a wife on paper, with no love or affection. For seven years I closed my eyes and considered if Azam could return my feelings. In fact, I just fell in love alone. Raihan, Mamah is sorry to have to separate you from me. Mama apologized," his chatter who was looking at their family photos.

"It's impossible to continue to live this kind of love. Love cannot be shared, whatever the reason. Let him come back to himself and I'll give up on leaving his life. Thank you for the time you spent with me, Azam."

After saying that Alina wiped the clear liquid on her cheek and pulled the prepared suitcase. With silence and emptiness he went away carrying painful memories that he would forget with his passing.