Double-role

CHAPTER 89 (Season 2)

Alina had been missing for almost three months, during which time Azam searched every corner of the city. However, the figure of the wife who had given divorce papers never found.

He growled bitterly for the umpteenth time when the men who were ordered back brought nil results. He also threw the files of his hunt without a single clue obtained.

"How are you, I've paid big, but to find one person isn't a dick? What have you been doing all this time, huh?" azam's wrath rose from sitting.

The man in black clothes in front of him could only look down without returning the gaze of the master. "I'm sorry, Sir. I've been trying to find a mistress everywhere, but there is no information to be obtained anymore, other than the last CCTV footage in the host house" he said.

Azam let out a rough sigh and again threw his body firmly into his great chair and then massaged his temple slowly.

"Well, you can go."

The man nodded briefly and withdrew from the room. The instant the silence greeted him making him nostalgic.

His eyeballs rolled to the side looking at his little family portrait on the table. "Is it really over? Alina, I'm sorry," she said.

Regrets continuously flow into the self and spawn into the soul. Azam rubbed his puffed face and closed his eyes which involuntarily drained the clear grain.

...***...

The only place Azam could go was the hospital. A place where his best friend worked that he had not visited for a long time.

The last one came there when his first wife died and he could not see the state of the idol. He used to not pay much attention, because losing made him very hard hit. However, now that the situation was getting worse made him unable to think clearly.

After parking the car, he rushed to the room the friend was in. Just as the elevator opened its steps stopped as its neutrals looked at a woman walking not far from its existence.

Azam stared until the figure came closer to him.

"Sadah?" tweet slowly.

Sarah, the woman in the milk coffee hijab, distracts from the phone and stares at her opponent. He was surprised to find his former employer standing right in front of him.

"Master Azam?" said awkwardly.

"What are you doing here? What-"

"Dear." Another call from behind Sarah immediately stopped her speech.

Azam tilted his body beside Sarah and found her friend walking closer to them.

"Darling?" repeat then stare at the two interlocutors alternately.

"Azam's? What are you doing here?" ask Angga back.

"Wait on! Since when are you two together? You-"

"Six years ago we got married. I met Sarah thanks to Alina," Angga said, cutting off her words.

Azam's chocolate beads widen perfectly when you hear the astonishing facts just now.

"W-what's married? You guys were married that long without telling me? Wh why? Do you not consider me a friend anymore? You guys also hid that fact to Alina?" Azam continued to shower him with questions.

"What?" Azam was constantly surprised.

"I didn't tell you because .. I still can't forgive you for hurting Alina. I thought you guys were happy, but it turns out that only Alina feels that. Although ... full of falsehoods and lies," continued Angga.

Azam lowered his head for a while looking at the hospital floor. Both of his hands clenched tightly as shadow after shadow continued to arrive. Alina's sweet smile, her kindness, her attention, and her various forms of caring perched on the memory.

Azam closed both eyes tightly while shaking his head several times. He then opened his petals again and looked up at the friend.

"I know what I've done has hurt her so much. I came here to ask for help .. I'm sure you guys know where Alina is." A weak smile was present making Angga and Sarah stunned.

"I've been looking for him for almost two months, but until this moment I couldn't find his presence. I want to apologize for all the things that hurt him. I'm totally aware of if-"

"If he is happier without you. Never mind, let him go and be happy with his new life. Don't you nullify him, isn't it enough for seven years that he suffered for your lies?"

"That time I helped Alina get away from your side, because. You also know for yourself that my mother's life is almost the same as Alina's, and .. I don't want to see a woman who's been squandered by her husband continue to suffer. So ... release it," said Angga bergebu.

His breathing rose and fell with blood rustling violently resisting the emotional turmoil. It was like seeing his father who had hurt his mother until the last moment the man did not come and preferred to be with other women. Angga is very understanding and understands how Alina feels when she finds her husband loves another woman.

Sarah who was beside him immediately grabbed the husband's arm and rubbed his back slowly.

"Have finished, breathe slowly" he said. Angga complied and at once his anger gradually subsided.

"Even though now I know where Alina is .. I'll never tell you again." Angga clasped his wife's hand firmly and pulled her slowly away from the friend's presence.

"Ah, one more, you must bring your first wife. Don't you love her so much? Better meet him back and meet Aqeela. Your son deserves to know who his mother is" Angga continued without looking at her. He then stepped out his legs again and completely left his best friend.

Azam stared without saying a word. He realized it was so difficult for Angga to live his life all this time. However, he evoked those painful memories and did the same as his father.

"I am a fool" he clenched his hands tightly.

...***...

Sarah rubbed the back of her husband, who was hiding his red face in the car. They did not expect Azam would come to see him in the hospital and ask Alina for whereabouts.

"Related people always come too late. I know Mr. Azam has regretted his actions, but to get them to meet again. I don't want to see Alina's tea suffer anymore" Sarah said.

Angga also upheld the body and looked at the pujaan. The straight hand was stretched out to cupped next to his wife's cheek.

"I thought the same thing. I promise I will never betray you. I don't want to be like Azam or Dad. I ... love you so much," Angga said, making Sarah blush.

She threw herself into the arms of her husband while closing both eyes enjoying a slow beating heart beat. "I love you a lot too. Thank you for choosing me and promising to stay faithful. I'll try to be a good wife to you."

Angga nodded slowly and put a warm kiss on his forehead. The pointy chin also landed on the top of the head of his life companion while looking straight ahead. A lot of time has passed and he is always next to Sarah no matter what her condition.

The difficult times have passed and now they are happy together, even though there is no presence of the baby.

"I also want Alina to get a man who truly loves and takes care of her sincerely. O Allah give him the best mate" the mind of Angga who already considers Alina like his own family. He could not let anyone hurt him and wished there was someone who could appreciate and love him.