Love Stifled By Destiny's

Wondering about himself. SEASON 2

It's unexpected that this is all real, if the guest looks like a husband. But what if he didn't recognize me Alex at all? Maybe she wasn't him, just like his face.

The sadness grew when the person I wanted to hug, but he now lives in my workplace but with other people.

Repeatedly the outstretched hand was eager to caress her face, but the power seemed to be lost unable to just move.

"Why someone is present is very similar to Alex. What other test is this, is it possible that I will have to be patient again in the face of this?."

"Oh God. Get close to him if he's my husband, but if other people stay away because I don't want to ruin someone's relationship. He was so much like my husband, was this all the answer to our prayers? But why doesn't he recognize me at all, even to look me in the face he doesn't want to?" the heart is sad and always wondering

Although the feeling is upset and overwhelmed by sparkle, but the work as a maid remains mandatory. It feels heavy if later will meet with the man, but in reality it can not be avoided because we are both already a roof living despite different status and degrees.

His smile was no different than Alex's. From the poster of the body and so forth there is nothing that is not exactly the same, so it is very confused about him that is the exact same.

"Sir, may I have some tea to bring to the room?" tell the man's voice.

The mopping hand must be stopped, because it is shocked by the man's voice while daydreaming.

"Oh, of course, sir. It can be."

"Wait a minute, I'll bring the tea to you, sir!" answer me in nervousness

I dare not look at his face.

"Ok 'lah. Then thank you."

"Yes, Sir. You're welcome."

The smell of the body that I had known, now came out again present from his body, while passing me who was still fixated on standing.

Not wanting to get angry by the guy's girlfriend, then immediately go to the kitchen to make what he asked for. The tray had been filled with a cup of tea and some snacks.

Tok .. tok, hand has knocked on the door of his room.

"Just enter!" answer the man's voice.

"Good, Sir. Sorry if I had to interrupt.

"Good, Sir."

I opened the door slowly.

Deg, I was so shocked when I saw the unexpected sight in front now. Miss Alena is now struggling to cuddle the man.

Step immediately put what is asked on the table. The head has been bowed do not want to be presumptuous to see them, fearing that it will be sprayed by Miss Alena.

"I'm sorry to go out, sir, Miss."

"Yes, Bik. Thank you." Thank you." Weak softly answered the man.

The voice was so familiar, gentle and authoritative was the hallmark of Alex. I've known Alex for a long time, I certainly didn't misunderstand him that he was really the guy I've been looking for.

"O Allah, do not make this feeling weak, just because there is a man who is very similar to a husband. Why ... why is he so similar, that my heart is so shaky that I want to embrace him immediately," a troubled heart that does not accept.

The dewdrops are no longer unstoppable to get out. As a result of not strong standing, now I sat squatting in the kitchen, while burrowing my head between the two thighs. The cry was so broken, when it was not strong to see the scene that I thought was very hard hit this chest.

Helpless when all is still a puzzle as to who he really is. There is nothing more I can complain about, for there is no right between them.

"What's wrong with you, Amel?" ask Bik Arni's voice to surprise.

"eeh, Bik. Amel's okay, kok!" Hands immediately wiped the tears on his cheeks, which had been flowing more and more.

"You lied, Amel. There's no way you're okay but puffy eyes are. It's quite obvious that you've been crying" guess Bik Arni who doesn't believe.

"Yes, Bik. Sorry!" my answer is no dare to lie.

"Yes, you calm down first. If you're okay, you can tell auntie."

"Yes, Bik. Thank you." Thank you."

His body was immediately embraced tightly, because it needed a backrest when the sadness and disappointment had come. Tears I shed everything in his clothes. His wide hands could only pat me gently on the shoulder so I could be calmer.