Double-role

CHAPTER 79 (Season 2)

The cold air continued to welcome the arrival of strangers inside a small house in the middle of the meadow.

Sarah and Angga, who had been silent and listening to Jasmin's story about her twin brother, were speechless.

A person can change depending on how they are treated. Good and bad situations that have been passed have at least an influence on a person's mental.

Yasmin became one of the victims of the selfishness of her parents. However, it is not entirely their fault, if examined more deeply and accept all circumstances can change to a good thing.

However, that was how heartache would cultivate a grudge in one's soul.

"I can't believe Yasmin's life is so heartbreaking. Hopefully Alina tea can be strong to live it," Sarah's great-grandson who had previously continued to wipe both arms.

Seeing that Angga immediately released the coat and attached it to the wife.The implusive movement also invited the two corners of Sarah's lips curved to form a perfect curve.

"Thank you" he said.

Angga just cleared his throat slowly and put both hands into his pants pocket and leaned back against the wall behind him.

"But we can't blame anyone, either, because one's mentality is not the same. Well, we can only pray that Alina will be strong to deal with it," said Angga replied to the wife earlier.

"Em, I'm right. I want Alina's tea to be happy, without or not with Mr. Azam" she said.

"I wish it was like that too. Azam ... he is my best friend who has wasted a wife as good as Alina."

"That's why Mas never saw her again, even when we were married did not invite her," Sarah said, looking at her husband.

Angga nodded slowly and took a deep breath then exhaled slowly. "I don't want to see him anymore, it's just .. I still can't forget how he first hurt Alina. I was thinking if she could accept and love him as Yasmin's replacement. However, after all these years he is still the same, I don't understand what he really thinks?"

"When Alina ran away, because she was unable to be with him, Azam came and sought her existence, but it was wasted again," he explained excitedly.

"Mas, you love Alina so much, huh?" Sarah returned with a sweet smile.

Angga turned to look into the clear chocolate bead of his heart. "Very .. 'cause I kind of saw my mom first. How the mother was wasted by the father until he died. I can't see a woman being treated like that. That's why I can't just leave Alina. I was grateful to see her again and .. I also thought of her as my own sister. Because thanks to her existence I was able to meet you." He clasped his wife's hand tightly and put their fingers together.

Sarah cannot contain happiness. He felt the same way, since his first meeting with Alina. He never expected that his master had two wives, even a house.

Those days Sarah will never forget, how Alina was so tough and sincere to live her household life that must be shared. He also realized that Alina had very sincere feelings for Azam.

"Now I'm sure that feeling can only be relieved" Sarah said.

...***...

Alina still holds Jasmin's hand, Azam's first wife. He continued to throw a smile and told her that Azam still loved her.

"I know how Jasmin feels. Ma'am ... still loves Azam mas, right? Come back, I'm sure Azam will be very happy when he knows Mbak is still alive" he said again.

Jasmin shook his head for the umpteenth time. "No, Al. Mas Azam only loved Yasmin .. he never knew Jasmin. I could not suddenly appear before him after seven years of disappearing. Let the Yasmin you know really die."

"For that to appear as Jasmin. As a real Mama. Because all this time only Ma'am can make her happy. I do love him .. love him so much, but I can't give him happiness and comfort. Yasmin who is now coming to life is not necessarily giving it all. I'm sure Azam is still expecting the whereabouts of Mbak. I-"

"I can't see you crying anymore, Alina. I know seven years ago, you always cried to see our togetherness. I'm sorry for being selfish and wanting Azam's mas for myself. I can't do that to you anymore" said Jasmin regretfully and kept his head down.

Alina was stunned and silent for a while when the memory of seven years ago alighted in memory. He can only smile knots when the past spins like a movie without stopping.

At that time he could only endure the pain when his existence was not considered. Because Azam loved his first wife too much, however, he did not blame anyone, because all of that had become the storyline that God had given.

But now he can no longer. Although Yasmin was no longer there Azam still harbored his heart and feelings for the woman.

Seven years he received the lying words that Azam often uttered and now he understands the husband must expect Yasmin back. Alina now faces off against her first wife again and wishes they could be together.

"I'm fine, Ma'am. I've decided if-" Alina reached into her sash pocket and pulled out a rectangular brown enveloped letter in front of Yasmin. "I'll part with Azam's mas."

Hearing the words, Jasmin turned his head back while linking the two eyebrows together. "W-what are you saying? You're going to part with Azam's mas?"

Alina nodded at a glance and showed the letter to Jasmin. "My resolve is round. I'm just gonna find the right moment to give you this letter.

"No Alina .. You do not joke. You love Azam so much. You can't do this" Jasmin said, shaking her head and occasionally looking at the envelope in her hand.

Alina smiled warmly and tried to let go of Jasmin's hand which kept pulling her to cancel her intention.

He also got up and clutched the wrist of the interlocutor. "Love alone can't make me happy. I want to save my son from his parents' toxic relationship. Because it is the same if a child grows up in a family that is not harmonious it will only cause pain in his heart. Before that happens I want to save her. I'm a mother .. So for me Raihan's happiness is paramount. Ma'am is also a mother, I'm sure ... I mean, I understand."

Alina managed to let go of Jasmin's hand and placed it on her lap slowly. Their gazes met again, tears streaming down the pale beautiful face slowly. He reached out and wiped it slowly.

"Don't cry, you have to fight for happiness."

Silently greeting, Jasmin was only able to stare into Alina's soot bead. The look of those eyes radiated the firmness and firmness of a mother.

"The teething is done? It's time we go" said someone from the entrance.

Both of them turned their heads compact, Alina nodded slowly, while Jasmin stared in disbelief.

"Sa-Sara? Mas Angga?"

"How are you, Mrs Jasmin?" call Sarah slowly and Angga just puts on a warm smile.