Double-role

CHAPTER 8

The clock is at half 10 p.m. The rain was falling from this afternoon delivering cold air that was so piercing the skin. Darkness welcomes the solitude of Alina who is waiting for her husband to come home. Like yesterday, he was silent in the living room.

After waiting for a while, Azam finally arrived home. A smile expands on Alina's pretty face as their eyes meet each other. Again and again the man just sat in on it and just passed it by.

He sat in the living room and shortly afterwards Sarah came out of Aqeela's room. He walked up to Azam and was about to help his master take off his shoes.

"Stop!! Don't do anything!"

Hearing the letter Sarah stopped her action. Both hands were floating in the air with their heads turned to Alina.

"But Ma'am, I just want to help Mr."

"He is my husband. So let me do it. You can go to Aqeela's room and accompany her there!" said firmly. Sarah nodded and left her master.

After the relics of the babysitter Alina began to walk near Azam and then rest in front of him. The clumsy hand shrewdly took off her husband's work shoes and socks. Azam continued to pay attention in silence, there was a feeling of guilt that continued to bother him from earlier.

His mind was chaotic and empty. He did not expect to hear an explanation from Yasmin about the actual incident. Azam realized that he had acted too harshly and violently towards Alina. Even after he hurt his second wife, Alina still did good things for him.

"Why do you want to do this?"

The question that escaped the charming lips of the husband made Alina look up. The brownish iris of the two collided with each other and immersed in the beauty of each. Alina felt her heartbeat beating fast. She had never been this close to her husband.

"Because I'm still my husband. Although I was only considered as a nanny and nurse, but I wanted to carry out my duties as a wife well," Alina replied with a gentle smile framing her pretty face.

Azam pensively looked into the large bead before him. They had been together for two months, but he had not yet given an inner living. Whether consciously or not his right hand is stretched out cupping the cheek of his second wife.

At once Alina also felt like there was a flow of electricity that shocked the nerves in her body radiating a reddish color on her face. He tried to let go of Azam's hand and turned away. However, Azam did not allow it and tried to keep his wife from staring at him.

"I'm asking you to be rude yesterday. I know this situation doesn't benefit you in the least, ak-"

Azam's speech was instantly cut short by Alina. "Mas Azam don't talk like that. I'm okay, really. I understand how Mas feels when I see Mbak Yas-"

Instantly, Alina's words were cut off with both eyes perfectly rounded. He did not expect to speed a kiss directly from the husband. Like finding water in a barren desert. An invisible mirage sticking to the surface. Like the rain in the cold warm musin adds to the martyrdom. For a few seconds time seemed to stop spinning.

Alina did not reply or refuse. Her body fell silent stiff as the touch her husband gave her landed just like that. I hope this isn't a dream and illusion.

Finally, after a while, Azam let go and put their two eyebrows together. Alina's heart rate is still not because it makes the blood flow throughout her body rippled violently.

"I want you tonight" that deep hoarse voice resuscitated Alina.

He could not say a word just nodding his head in approval. Azam quickly carried her bridal style and brought the wife's body to their private room.

The spacious rectangular-shaped room was only this time occupied by the married couple. Gently and painstakingly Azam also launched his action. The rain had stopped a while ago and the sky again showed its beauty. The scattered stars and the moon glow brightly as decorations.

There is nothing happiest in the world but being loved and loved by your husband. Alina hoped that Azam's warmth and kindness would be like this forever.

Bees are tasting the sweetness of honey in the blooming flowers.

Alina gave herself to Azam.

That beautiful night became a historical time for an Alina. It will be recorded in the history of his life if he has become a real wife. She was grateful to be able to earn an inner living from her husband, Azam. He also wished that the man could love him sincerely.

"May this be the first step to our marriage relationship. O Allah, protect our household," inwardly Alina was hopeful.

Azam stopped his action and their views met again. Breaths that hunt each other and look into my eyes become a marker. The hand was stretched out again and tidied up the hair that blocked Alina's pretty face.

"I'm happy, thank you."

The warm soft words made Alina tear up again. His clasped hands were raised and landed on the handsome face of the husband.

"Whatever to you, I love you so much."

In the end at the same time, in the hours, minutes and seconds it is also a statement of love expressed. Relieved Alina's feelings when the three words that always hide neatly in her heart are spoken already. He was sure to give his body and soul to Azam. Because the love and affection she had for her husband was so great.

Until his patience reached the end. Azam recognized her as a wife and is now giving an inner living for her.

After Alina said that, Azam resumed his action. In silence there is only the sound of their union as a real married couple.

The clock keeps turning fulfilling its task as a reminder of time. I don't know how long they have been doing husband and wife making a sweat on the face of both. With a sigh Azam tried to say something.

"Thank you, I-I'm really looking for you-"

Alina developed a smile at the words. But a second later,

"Yasmine."

Along with that name said Azam's sturdy body collapsed hugging Alina just like that. Alina's brownish iris widens with a perfectly pursed mouth. The ceiling of the room seemed to be mocking him and the silence was like laughing at him.

Words like "who can you easily love Azam? You are nothing but the nanny of his son and the nurse of his wife. Added now as napsu satisfiers. You can't shift Yasmin's position in the man's heart" ringed in his ears.

Alina could not help but cry after they were done. His crying broke making his body tremble violently. He did not expect that the most precious night of his life could end painfully.

He was too hopeful until the ends were thrown away. Azam never thought of her as Alina but in her black unraveled head there were only Yasmin, Yasmin and Yasmin.

"I was too stupid to accept his warm treatment. Oh my God, this is so painful,"