Double-role

CHAPTER 80 (Season 2)

"Sa-Sara? Mas Angga?"

"How is Mrs Jasmin" Sarah called slowly and Angga only smiled warmly.

"How can you guys ... be together?" jasmin asked surprised to find two people familiar to him.

"Then we go first, take good care of yourself." Alina stepped out from the front of Jasmin who continued to follow where they were going without getting answers from the two people.

Until their figure disappeared, Jasmin returned to tear again. "Oh Allah" he murmured.

Dusk again shows its beauty. Stretched horizons spout orange and orange colors as decorators.

The connoisseurs were so happy to curl the crescent moon that was present before dark hit. The calmness and peace present formed new hope and left a gaping wound behind.

The pain disappears when the best decision is made. Farewell can be the beginning of happiness behind the crashing pain.

Desa dancing beautifully with the new fused faction. The heartfelt adore whispered "No tears come out for free, the pain is only limited to giving lessons and the patience to invite happiness."

Allah never wrongly gives trials and trials to every servant. This is proof that God has prepared the best.

All the way back to the capital, Alina unceasingly looked at the afternoon sky. No one talks just the car engine being their musical accompaniment together.

Sometimes both Angga and Sarah who were sitting in the front seat looked at him through the rearview mirror above. They gave Alina a chance to reflect on what had just happened.

The unexpected event was like a crushing blow that brought him to reality. Alina is getting ready and convinced to part with a husband who doesn't love her.

"Did you hear what I said?" alina asked, starting the conversation.

Sarah and Angga nodded doubtfully as they muttered "hm" in response.

"I hope you don't pity me for what hit."

The two men were silent for a while until Sarah snatched her words. "No! I am proud of you, Teteh. Because it has survived so far. A great woman and a wonderful mother. Whatever the decision is, it must be the best."

"I agree, you also have the right to be happy even without him. Because of the main inner calm, love .. I believe God has prepared the best for you," continued Angga.

Alina simply commented on the smile of enjoying the scenery. He did not say another word and taught them what they said.

That's the memory he went through a week ago. Now Alina has convinced herself and steadied her heart to go back.

The goal is only one, which is to make Raihan happy. He did not care about his own feelings, for him the great good of the son.

After traveling for about a day, Alina arrived at a place that had never been touched by her. He took Raihan to a beach that gives the charm of the sea to appease the soul.

His bare feet clamped down on the soft white sand and the occasional breeze welcomed the arrival of the two.

Mother and child also joined hands to watch the waves pounding each other. The smell of the sea so stinging ushered in the new life of an Alina.

Raihan looked up to see a sweet smile appear on the face of the mother ayu. "Em, Raihan agrees. Raihan just wanted to see Mamah keep smiling like now." Alina was dumbstruck and continued to tighten her hand with the son.

The warmth of the afternoon king who began to return to the contest embraced their existence on the beach tightly. Orange color spray with blue sea so spoil the eyes. Instantly the serenity greeted him strongly and asserted if alone does not mean lonely.

"I'm sure I can make Raihan happy, even though he now has to double as .. mother and father," he believes.

...***...

In a different place, Azam still did not believe in his own vision. Right in front of his eyes, he witnessed the figure of the woman who returned very similar to the late wife.

With a limp step he goes into convincing himself if all that is not illusion. The woman who was sitting on her bed was no less surprised.

He closed the book that accompanied him. His moon bead was perfectly widened and immediately looked up when the man he knew stood right next to him.

"Who are you really?" azam's great-grandson was muffled.

Jasmin looked at the look of longing eyes greeting him fixedly. He threw a glance and looked back at his interlocutor.

"I ... Jasmin Zakkiyah."

Instantly, Azam frowned deeply. The paper that was still in his grasp he clenched it tightly into irregular circles. Inside there are two words forming the name of a person, namely "Jasmin Zakkiyah." That was the last message Alina gave.

Azam was back to look for the end of the ball tangled about the surprise that was hit. He rubbed his face slowly and kneaded his temple slowly.

"What else is this? What's the matter, actually?" he said softly and sat himself in the chair next to Jasmin. "Alina gave me this address and mentioned your name in it." Azam stuck the crumpled paper in front of the interlocutor and looked down deeply. Jasmin fell silent and continued to look into the palm of the man who served as her husband.

"Alina .. really love you. One week ago we met for the first time again after seven years had passed. He is still the same as before, kind, and willing to sacrifice for the happiness of others. I'm ashamed to have hurt her and dragged her this far. Me .. the figure of a wife who lives in the shadow of others. I'm sorry, I've been lying to you all this time, Mas Azam," Jasmin said, making Azam look up at the woman's bead in front of him.

There are no lies or falsehoods in it. That look was the look he had longed for these seven years. His heart ached to see if anyone else knew of his past. He still does not understand the situation.

"What are you guys doing to me? Why are you saying that as if you know my life and Alina's?" azam hid tears.

Jasmin clenched both hands firmly and remembered Yasmin. He could not believe that his sister had already given the wound not only to Alina, but the man he loved.

"Because .. 'cause I'm your wife, Mas Azam. I am Yasmin Zakkiyah .. not but I am Jasmin Zakkiyah. The woman I love is not me, but Yasmin."

Azam again raised his head with his eyebrows together. He still does not understand the situation. His mind was deadlocked when he met the woman who claimed to be his wife.

Understanding her husband's situation, Jasmin told Azam everything. The businessman also never ceases to shed tears when he knows the truth that has been befalling him for years.

"I'm sorry to have tricked you as someone else. I'm not the Yasmin I love. I'm Jasmin, the guy I never knew. Alina really loves you sincerely, Mas" he said.

Azam continued to look down deeply with tears streaming nonstop. Bak was hit by tons of rock weighing he was hit by a surprising fact. If the person he married wasn't the woman he met nine years ago.