Double-role

CHAPTER 82 (Season 2)

It had been a week since Alina left and gave a farewell letter. The lives of Azam and Aqeela had completely changed by one hundred and eighty degrees.

The situation in the Zabran family is now like the North Pole, cold and silent as there is no sign of life. There were only the head of the family, the first daughter, and a few domestic assistants.

The servants who returned to work also felt the emptiness of the master. However, they could only close their eyes and ears to what was happening, including Grandma Saidah.

This week, the sky only shows gray clouds. Occasionally the rain comes to accompany the void that continues to be present to take away the warmth. Regret sometimes comes later and Azam realizes it.

It is wrong to betray someone who loves him so sincerely. During that time he also searched for the existence of the wife who disappeared like swallowed by the earth. Its existence is difficult to detect like a light that slowly dims.

"Come, I'll take you to school" Azam said after breakfast.

"No need, I leave with the driver alone," replied Aqeela coldly.

Azam could only sigh when the princess again refused his offer. Aqeela shut herself down after her father told her everything that happened in their family.

About half an hour later, Azam arrived at the company and headed straight for the room.

Zara, who was at her desk, just watched her boss disappear behind the door. He sighed softly while looking at the smart thing in his grasp.

"I wish them both the best" he muttered and placed the phone on the table. The screen displays one contact on behalf of Alina.

...***...

Azam pecked after entering the room. Her clear net captures one figure that for eight months has haunted and ravaged the tranquility of her small family.

He clenched both hands tightly trying to resist the lingering vexation upon seeing her. He had eaten up his own mistakes and thought the woman could replace the late wife who was still alive. However, the decision he made even gave another catastrophe. He lost the figure of a wife who really sincerely loved him.

"What do you really want from me, Yasmin?" said cold.

A second later Yasmin turned her back and commented on the sweet smile. Their views also collided with each other exuding seriousness.

"This week you ignored me. Did you forget that I'm still your legal wife?" askalanya.

"Tell me the truth of your purpose in approaching me? You are Yasmin whom I met nine years ago, but .. not the woman I love and marry. Jasmin, that woman is your twin sister, right? You want to destroy her happiness and-"

"Yes, I do want to see it destroyed and feel what I've been feeling all along. Don't you ever think that from the beginning he's been cheating on you. He's-"

"The one who has deceived me is YOU!" show Azam right in front of Yasmin's face.

The two men also throw words at each other and denounce each other's words. Highlight the sharp eyes radiating out the pettiness within each of them.

"A week ago I met Jasmin in the middle of nowhere. For seven years you hid him, didn't you? Why would you do that to your own twin sister?" asserted Azam while muffling the irritation in the chest.

Yasmin was glued, her tongue was dumb of not being able to say a word. He turned his memory backwards where his feud with Alina perched on the head.

He could not believe that the woman had managed to find her weakness and get information about Jasmin's whereabouts.

He clenched both hands tightly and walked a few steps forward. "So, it was Alina who told Mas about all this?" Azam only nodded at a glance.

"Don't you know if your wife is a cunning woman? All this time he's been working with someone to figure out our weaknesses to bring you down and humiliate you. Now he's gone, right? that means he's sick of living with you."

"And I've been deliberately hiding Jasmin all this time. You should be thanking me, because I healed him not to die right then and there. I also can't let him die so easily before seeing the man he loves ruined!" yasmin was without guilt. The corner of his lips lifted with a bead pierced him sharply.

Slowly Azam bowed his gaze, his charming lips clenched tightly not knowing what to say. He waited until the silence was gone. He did not expect that his household would be stained with lies.

The lie he played on Alina now turned around, lunging at her strongly and slapping her hard. He realizes that all the chaos that is happening now is for his own actions. For what he sows will one day reap the rewards.

"So don't blame me if your house is fucked. Because from the beginning I wasn't your wife. I love you and I have to let you go with her. I'm sick, MY HEART ACHES AZAM, have to share all things with Jasmin, including" Yasmin pulled the tie of Azam strong until their sight was so close. "Including having to give up my happiness with you for her." He pushed it hard and passed from the room.

Tears flowed unbearably how the past that had been years of her grave was sticking to the surface.

Zara who had listened to their words did not expect that everything would be complicated like a tangled thread. He then saw Yasmin come out while rubbing the clear liquid on her rough cheeks. He then got up from his seat and walked closer.

"Yasmin," he called.

Yasmin who had just passed her desk was silent for a while and turned her head to the side. "You must have heard it all. Laugh, I am so sad. Sorry, if all this time I've been using you, too" he said, and then he left.

Zara could only look in silence without preventing him anymore. "It's true what Alina said, the woman was just a victim" he said. "I have to see him immediately" Zara continued and returned to her desk.

...***...

Azam linked his fingers while staring at three photos on the table. He sat on a single sofa looking at them one by one.

It was the third gamabr of his wife who had given an unexpected surprise. Helaan breath sounds tired, making him hold tightness in the chest again.

"So who is the woman I love? Why does my heart hurt so much to see you go?" whispered with a picture of Alina.

Instantly, the tears were also crammed and just flowing. "Alina, why do you have to go? I'm sorry .. During our eight-year marriage I was only able to inflict injuries. Honestly, I love you so much. Can ... can we go back? I haven't been able to give you the autograph you left behind. Because I still need you" he said slowly.

His eyeballs then rolled to see two more photos lying before him. "Who are you guys? Why should this game be in my life? O Allah, how should I respond now? Yasmin and Jasmine? Who are you guys?" Again and again the same question kept coming up behind the cleft of his lips.