Double-role

CHAPTER 87 (Season 2)

The stars scattered with the moonlight illuminate every human being the night connoisseur. The sea breeze also accompanies every heart with all forms of stories.

Warmth increasingly greets melted into one forming a strand of words that can not be described. The sensation that has been lost in the chest continues to greet him strong.

Zaidan Zulfan, a successful businessman from a distinguished family who is very old enough to get married, but until now there has been no interest in attracting attention.

He who grew up in a luxurious and glamorous environment is very fond of parties and various other worldly pleasures.

Beautiful and graceful women continued to roam around him. They were hoping to get his heart, but, Zaidan was not interested at all. He only accepts only limited formality, especially his father and mother continue to force to get married immediately.

Matchmaking often comes to make him want to not accept it and end in failure. Women who continue to come into his life only from the upper class and also nobility.

However, one woman back present attracts all her world. He thought there was no chance for him to get to know more about Alina, but fate said something else. The faint red thread present leads him to be closer to a woman he has never known.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" zaidan asked suddenly to surprise the occupants in the kitchen.

Alina who was preparing dinner as promised this afternoon turned her head and widened her gaze when the charismatic man was right standing next to her.

Slowly he took a few steps away, Zaidan frowned and a second later commented an understanding smile.

"Ah, sorry I seemed to surprise you earlier," he said again.

Alina nodded slowly and resumed her activities. "It's okay, the food is soon ready, you can wait for him at the dinner table."

Alina scooped her chin to the right where there were tables and chairs not far from them. There are Zara, Dimas, Raihan, and Naura.

Zaidan turned his head briefly and looked at Alina again. The two slits of his lips lifted to make a curve contain a thousand meanings.

"I'll help you" he said stubbornly. "Oh yeah, you're talking formally to me again. I told you, ordinary. Think of me as your friend."

Alina who was slicing vegetables was silent for a while. Zaidan who saw it again strengthened his two sharp eyebrows. Did I say it wrong, he thought.

The hijab-wearing woman raised her head to look straight ahead at a glance and then continued her activities again.

"Thank you for helping me. I'm really lucky to meet great people like you. Again, thank you very much, Mas Zaidan." Along with those words was thrown Alina turned to look into the clear brown eyes of Zaidan and then denied a sweet smile on her father's face.

Zaidan could not deny that there was an invisible magnet in both eyes that continued to focus on Alina. Instantly it was also a heartbeat that was too fast like someone was playing music there.

"Well, is this what it's like to fall in love? Have I loved anyone's wife? Wait ... wasn't that how it was from the beginning? Oh my God, is this feeling wrong? But I crave it very much, "the monologue Zaidan is silent.

...***...

They also had dinner together with a warm atmosphere like a family. The buzzing laughter of the two boys was like a symphony forming a harmony.

Alina forgot the pain of the past when she witnessed the crisp laughter of the son. These nuances make peace and hope to be free from the snares of Azam soon.

Not long after they finished enjoying the dish that Alina served. The shopkeeper and Zara cleaned the table and washed the dirty dishes.

The wave-haired woman's gaze was directed forward, where her little daughter, Raihan, Dimas, and Zaidan were playing together.

"You know .. without a real father they can laugh so cheerfully. It's the first time I've seen Naura so happy" Zara said.

"You're right, even Raihan can laugh freely," he replied and returned to washing dishes.

"Hey, Alina how ... what if, if Mas Zaidan falls in love with you?"

The sound of the glass breaking attracted attention. Zara's tearful eyes when she saw Alina's hand hit by the shards made the surface of the left index finger tear and bleed. Hearing the question just now involuntarily made Alina release the glass from her grasp.

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah Alina, you are bleeding," Zara's frenzy made the attention of the four people in front lead to her.

Zaidan and Raihan rush to meet Alina.

"Oh my God, your hands are bleeding. Let me treat it," explained Zaidan again while trying to grab his wrist.

Alina who was aware of it also hurriedly pulled her hand and hid the wound on the chest.

"It's okay I can be alone." Alina hurried to move the fairy's legs from there followed Raihan.

Not long ago Alina was sitting in the front seat of the store while holding a P3K box. He then bandaged the small incision wound with plaster.

He looked far ahead and saw the sea growing darker. The light from his shop could only shine through to several meters leaving darkness. He saw emptiness and emptiness coming up.

"Moment." The call made him flinch and found the son standing before him.

"Mamah's hand is wounded" Raihan said, clasping his hand tightly.

Alina was moved and let go and turned to hold the hand of the warm baby. "You're okay, honey. This wound is small, it doesn't hurt at all."

"really? But I just saw blood coming out of there," explained Raihan teary-eyed.

"Bloody doesn't necessarily hurt, honey. Mamah is fine," said Alina again with a big smile. "Compared to the invisible wound, this is nothing" he continued.

He then placed his medicine box on the next table and took Raihan sitting on his lap. Alina's slender hands stretched out to hold her tightly and affixed a warm kiss on the top of the son's head.

"You love you so much" I'm Alina. Raihan turned around and immediately lunged at the body of the mother.

"Raihan also loves Mama very much" he said.

The togetherness of the mother and child was not separated from the attention of a pair of eyes that had continued to pay attention. Subconsciously his lips curved back and his chest rumbled feeling the warmth.

"She's a great mother, Alina loves her son very much. Even he also loves his daughter sincerely without discriminating them," said Zara who was standing behind him.

Zaidan did not reply and continued to watch the interaction of the two people in front of him who were blocked by a glass.

The two hands that were in the pocket of the clenched pants gave her confidence. "Why do I want to protect them. I will not let anyone hurt the mother and child, including her real father," Zaidan thought.

Highlighting serious eyes with tightly clenched lips evokes a conviction. Dimas and Zara who witnessed it also understood and understood. If the man is serious with an unspeakable intention. Because the eyes cannot be lied to.

...Seriate......