Double-role

CHAPTER 95 (Season 2)

The door closed, Zaidan sighed softly and was silent for a moment. His black head then looked up at the hospital bed. The patient lying there opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

He was surprised to find Alina turning her head to the side right at him. Both of his nettle beads scanned him seriously and sharply. Zaidan commented on the awkward smile and tried to resuscitate Raihan if his mother was conscious.

"Dear." A weak hoarse voice welcomed.

Raihan looked back and rounded his eyes to see his mother smiling. He asked Zaidan to lower him, but he was not obeyed. The man of noble descent was still holding him and sitting on the chair next to the bed.

"Moment." Call Raihan immediately revolted and went up to the top berankar directly hugged his mother tightly.

Alina felt her son's body tremble, Raihan cried in silence and tried to hide it. He rubbed the top of the head of the baby slowly and let it go.

Zaidan who saw it again curled the crescent moon perfectly. A warm and peaceful feeling immediately greeted the heartburn.

"Is this how warm a family is? Even though my father and mother were still alive, I never felt what family was. They are always busy with work and the world. If .... had I met Alina first, maybe now we would have become one family, "the monologue is silent.

Silence welcomed, Alina and Zaidan both fell silent. Detikan clock continues to toll accompany togetherness.

Alina kept looking at the ceiling and calmed the son down. Until not long later the soft snoring from Raihan made him smile.

"Thank you for being there for me all this time. I'm sorry, Mas had to see the incident not wearing this," Alina said, opening her voice.

Zaidan shook his head at a glance and continued to stare at him fixedly. "Don't thank me, it's my job to help you. Because-"

Hearing Alina snort, Zaidan stopped his words. He knitted both eyebrows when he saw the corner of his lips curled.

Alina got up from lying down and put Raihan to bed next to her and leaned against the head of the bed while looking forward.

"Did you hear what I said outside? Your husband .. ah no, your future ex-husband is there, he .. would like to see you. I prevented it, because .. I don't want you to meet after everything that happened" Zaidan said.

Alina still maintained her position without even looking to the side. Zaidan's words just buzzing in his hearing made him snort again.

In silence he pressed his thumb against his index finger firmly. The feeling of uncertainty continues to dance ushering in anxiety.

Zaidan, who understood his condition, continued. "What I said in the courtroom earlier, that's the truth. I ... love you, Alina."

Instantly the owner of the name turned to look at the beautiful curved curve on both lips charming businessman. Highlight the warm and longing eyes were staring at him meaningfully.

Her tongue was mute without saying a word, Alina could only keep her mouth shut.

The expression of love from others is like a false hope that he never thought of. That feeling had disappeared in the dictionary of his life with the divorce papers he gave to the husband.

The sincere love he gave was only avenged by lies. To believe again in those words is very hard to accept.

"Thank you, but I don't need your pity, Mas. Don't say it like that, because I don't need it. Don't joke around with feelings and don't ever say those words to comfort me. I don't want to be pitied" replied Alina.

Alina rubbed the top of her dear son's head while smiling knots. "At this time I am still a wife of people, what do you expect from someone on the verge of destruction? Widows have a stigma in society. Mas, is a respected person and has an extraordinary position .. It is not appropriate if Mas loves someone like me. I-"

"I don't care what anyone else says. I'll wait until the status of the widow you get." After saying that, Zaidan got up from his seat and stepped out of the room.

Alina looked at that sturdy back until it disappeared behind the door. He breathed tired and looked out the window.

The rain was coming, the water coming down from the sky was delivering cold air. The stomach in his chest grew worse, he did not expect if someone he had just known expressed feelings.

The trauma of marriage made Alina suspect if the word love that Zaidan spewed as a form of pity and pity alone.

"I can't believe that true love exists anymore. I ... don't want to get hurt back. It's been enough for eight years that I keep that feeling alone" he said.

Not long after that, the door of the room was reopened. Alina saw a white-hijab woman walking over with a warm smile.

"Iina." The call made Alina return her smile.

"Sir Jasmin" he answered.

Jasmin sat down on the chair next to the bed while continuing to stare into the clear brown iris of the interlocutor.

"I'm sorry for everything that happened, especially my twin Yasmin. I didn't expect him to do the desperate thing that would hurt you" he said, rolling his eyes at the bandage wrapped around Alina's forehead.

"It's okay, maybe it's my reply. Because I love people's husbands. The doctor said I only had a mild concussion, so you don't have to worry. Also, it's not Mbak who should apologize" Alina said warmly.

Jasmin was glued to see the softness and sincerity of the honey's eyes. The days they had spent together instantly invited tears.

"Oh Allah, Alina. I'm really sorry."

The bead is dewy to drain the clear liquid is unbearable. Alina was flabbergasted and silently watched him.

"I'm really embarrassed, Alina. Long ago, I was so evil that I hurt you. God healed me there might be another rebuke waiting and. I'm sick to see Azam's mas or you're suffering from Yasmin's behavior. I'm sorry for asking you to marry Mas Azam. If I knew it was all like this, I wouldn't have done it" Jasmin said.

Alina still silenced her mouth tightly and watched Azam's first wife busy wiping away tears. The shadow of eight years ago rests in memory. Those times like yesterday where he had to endure pain when he saw his beloved husband combining love with his first wife.

It hurts, but he can't do anything. Because at that time he thought that love could not be forced. However, after learning Jasmin died he hopes there is hope for Azam to reciprocate his feelings.

When the man slumped and had experienced depression over Jasmin's departure, he was always by his side and motivated Azam to rise and survive. Until the word love was triggered made Alina realize if patience pays off.

But again, it is just an illusion. The feelings that her husband expressed were only limited to obligations without sincerity.

...Seriate......