Double-role

CHAPTER 81 (Season 2)

Azam was still quietly digesting the words thrown from Jasmin Zakkiyah. His chest was pounding strongly feeling that once was gone now back again. The reality clashes with each other with the astonishing fact, if the woman he married is not the real figure.

"So, you want to say if the real Yasmin is Yasmin Fauziah? The woman I met the first time?" tanya Azam still bowed his head.

Jasmin nodded softly as she smiled her head at the man next to her. "That's right, the woman that Mas used to meet was my twin brother, Yasmin Fauziyah."

At once Azam raised his head again. His firm hands shook and stretched out to reach Jasmin's fingers in his lap.

Warmth creeps up on the wall of feeling that keeps on churning. Thread by grain clear liquid flowed unbearably. He did not expect so many games to come into life. For many years Azam kept so much love for his wife that his identity was unknown.

"I'm sorry, but .. I really love you. I don't care if you're Yasmin or Jasmin .. I just love you" she said with tears.

Jasmin was silent for a while staring into the husband's dark brown iris. "Honestly, I still love you so much, Mas ..but, I can't keep hurting my own brother's feelings. And ... I also don't want to see Alina continue to get hurt. She ... she really loves you sincerely."

Hearing those words made Azam's defense collapse instantly. The sturdy shoulder shook violently when he heard the name of the second wife called. His heart was like being torn apart and torn by a dagger many times.

The pain continued to beat him mercilessly, he realized that Alina had been the only one who had been loyal to his side.

However, during the marriage he continued to hurt her, deeply and deeply. Until Alina gives a farewell letter and goes nowhere.

The reasoning came and he could not buy back the time to fix things. He will only take on all the risks he has ever taken. Good and bad Azam is ready for it.

"Alina is a very sincere woman. He loves and loves you selflessly. I'm very sorry if she wants to be separated from you, but Alina deserves to be happy. He does not have to constantly be next to people who are shadowed by the past" said Jasmin right about the heart.

Azam was struck by an invisible arrow giving a gaping wound in the soul. So big and many sacrifices that Alina gave so far. His love is so sincere he retorted with a lie, his love sincerely gave pain.

Azam cried and tried to suppress his sobbing.

"Even in his last days he still thinks of your happiness. A week ago Alina came to see me and told me everything. I know there's still so much love in her eyes for you, Mas, but .. I also understand that Alina doesn't want to burden you any further. He's-"

Jasmin had not yet finished his words, Azam suddenly stood up and just left from there.

Jasmin saw his figure disappear in view while smiling widely. "It may be too late, but I know there's a place in your heart for Alina."

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Azam spurred his four-wheeled vehicle on. No matter what swearing oath he got from some other motorist, he did not slow down the pace of his luxury car.

His chest continued to rise and fall to return to the capital, his only current destination, Alina. He realized that his wife had sacrificed a lot to see him happy.

Azam was too lulled with losing the past and ignoring the future. He is very stupid and ignorant continues to be overshadowed by love on the figure of a wife who is never known the truth.

Not long after he arrived home and parked the car carelessly. Hurriedly he entered and stopped right in the living room with a breath of breath.

Empty, no one caught sight. Azam continued his action to open the wardrobe and everything had disappeared.

His eyes were shaking with perfectly gaping lips. The leaving word that was affirmed in a piece of paper came back to mind which instantly made it weaken.

"Ja-so you really left me, Alina? Wh why? Why did you leave me? I'm sorry, it hurt me so much. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Apologies continued to spring from the gap of his pale lips.

His sturdy body slowly slumped down and fell on the cold marble floor. The handsome and lonely greeting was strong. The warmth that he had felt there disappeared like a storm, Azam admitted his mistake and regretted everything.

The clock was at half-time three in the afternoon. Azam walked straight to the first floor and found the princess back.

He revealed a faint smile and approached Aqeela who kept looking at him in silence. When he was about to embrace his small body, the baby immediately brushed off his father's hands just like that.

Azam widened his eyes at a glance shocked by Aqeela's actions.

"Why? Why did you let Mom go? WHY?" screams resuscitated.

Azam immediately crouched down in front of him and immediately hugged Aqeela. He cried again, making the child stunned.

"Dad apologized ... I've got Mama and Raihan out of here. I'm really sorry," he said softly.

Aqeela widened her eyes of disbelief and tried to let go of her father's embrace. However, Azam intensified him trying to release the sense of tightness.

"Why? Why did mommy leave us?" aqeela asked withstanding a cry.

A few moments Azam was silent and released a hug and cupped the face of Aqeela who was so similar to her mother.

"Dad .. has hurt mamah. Mamah Alina loves you very much, dear. Mom truly loves you like her own child. Even he never differentiates you from Raihan. Here the wrong Dad ... Dad gave me a wound in my heart to make it go away from our lives. I'm sorry, honey," Azam said honestly.

Aqeela again spread her nettle bead perfectly, not expecting to hear the words of the father. He then turned his memory again when he was instigated by Yasmin about Alina.

"I hate Dad" he said, pushing Azam's chest until he fell backward.

Aqeela ran as hard as she could to her room and cried loudly after learning of what her father had done.

Azam could only fall silent and continue to cry. His head turned to the left side there clearly plastered family photos.

Alina and Raihan smiled sweetly towards the camera which made her unbearable pain.

"That's when you were excited to take a family photo. I'm sorry, Alina ... I'm sorry Raihan. Be a bad husband and father to you. I'm sorry" he said with welcoming silence, again and again.