Tear Flower
Chapter 117's
Staring at the pair of onyx who were now looking at him, was like being in a barren oasis field.
The mystery of life nobody knows. Sometimes his arrival brings unexpected surprises.
No one wants to repeat mistakes, which bring pain. However, sometimes the self must be required to accept everything that happens.
Love that still leads the two to get back together. Sometimes inside, won't all stories end? Whether it's a happy ending or a sad ending. It depends on how you deal with the scenario God has given you.
Like magic, magic poured into one's life is like the blink of an eye. If God wills, anything can happen.
Nothing is impossible for Him, if kun fayakun has been echoed.
Ayana does not expect to be together a second time with a man who has hurt many times.
He thought this was the life he had to live. Black, white, happy, sad, already got their share of each.
In silence, Zidan grasped the slender arm of the pujaan, Ayana turned to look at him closely.
Slowly, the soft movements made by the muscular hand made the clothes on the left arm of Ayana lifted.
Zidan gasped, surprised, astonished, and felt the pain of endless watching the scars after scratches that had blackened there.
Tears flowed unbearably, his burly body trembled strongly withstanding the sobs. Ayana just kept watching him in silence.
He did not cry or say a word. Her lips tightly clenched as it locked tightly there was no intention to open it.
Zidan's soft black-haired head also ducked and ducked. Until his firm forehead touched the wife's wrist.
Ayana could feel tears trickling down there, the warmth indicating that the husband was devastated by what happened to him.
They were just silent accompanied by the details of the clock and the weeping strains of the pianist. Without expression Ayana was still at home with her position.
A few minutes later, Zidan raised his head again. The sight of them meeting again made eye contact speaking through the spotlight.
"Hows it? How could this happen to you, honey?" zidan asked after all this time just crying.
Ayana commented a wry smile and turned her face the other way.
"It's all happened, there's nothing we need to talk about anymore" he replied briefly.
"I've heard everything from Danieal. The time of the incident at the mansion ... Danieal told me everything that happened to you. Starting from an old man who almost harassed you until .. you experienced trauma and depression. I-"
Zidan stopped his words when suddenly Ayana's body trembled violently. The clear brown eyeball rolling in an uncertain direction like avoiding something.
His entire body recalls what happened almost two years ago. He tried to withstand tightness in the chest that increased sharply.
Zidan who saw Ayana like that hurriedly hugged her tightly. Many times he gave a deep warm kiss on the top of his head.
"It's okay, everything's gonna be fine. Don't be afraid, I'm here .. I'm not leaving you, baby," said Zidan trying to calm down.
"Istighfar Darling, istighfar," he continued.
Ayana also followed the husband's letter and buzzed Istighfar many times.
Zidan continuously rubbed the slender back of his heart and returned to give tranquilizing words.
As a result, his actions made Ayana's body gradually calm down. She no longer shakes and feels comfortable in the arms of her husband.
He grasped tightly the beloved's right hand and gave a kiss there.
"It was the worst time for me. Where no one knows how broken this feeling is. My heart is very sick. Destroyed, one word that could represent it."
"I feel .. My soul is dead, then, while I was in the hospital I found the glass and it was broken into small pieces. Using that shard of me-" Ayana paused her sentence then raised her left arm while revealing the pajamas she was wearing.
Instantly all the scars are visible, behind the bright lights the incision was clearly visible.
Zidan followed his gaze and re-scratched the wound in his chest.
"One incision has its own story and tears become its witness. When I saw the blood coming out of this incision I felt .. really alive."
"I was thinking, why is it that everyone is so cruel to give me such a deep wound that is truly alive?"
"Why?" At the moment the question was thrown clear crystals fell. The curvature of the crescent moon also appears as a sign if past feelings are still left in the mind.
"Why is everyone so cruel to me? And hurt me so badly? Including ... the person I love so much."
"I live .. I really live here, but why do you treat me like a heartless dead person? Why?"
Ayana continued to fumble, cry and cry channeling the feeling that still settled in the chest.
He hugged both knees tightly hiding a watery face on it. Zidan was again struck by seeing for himself how the slump of Ayana.
His heart was squeezed invisible hand gave a terrible wound. He hugged his wife again from behind and hid the face on her slender shoulders.
"I'm really sorry, honey. My behavior at that time has made you suffer this much, I am very sorry," said Zidan back.
Ayana still sobbed without heeding her words.
The couple spent the night crying together. They try to strengthen each other with impulsive moves.
...***...
Ayana opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the peaceful face of her husband. His slender hand stretched out and leaned against Zidan's resolute jaw.
His beautiful manic continued to scan the curves of the face of the man he had loved for years. The feeling that was originally just one-handed clapping, had now been avenged.
"Do you have to go through the pain first and then you feel back, Mom? Thank you for wanting to protect me so many times and sacrifice yourself" Ayana stopped her words just like that, with no intention to continue.
He also slightly moved from lying down and gave a warm kiss on his right cheek.
"I-" continued his mind that was still hanging.
Somehow his tongue was immediately stuck when he was about to utter a word. There is still fear in Ayana if saying that sentence yesterday could happen again.
Traumatized, these feelings cannot be eliminated so easily and become a concern of their own.
"I'm sorry" he said again and turned a blind eye.
Zidan silently watched Ayana's movements. A few seconds later his eyelids opened scanning the beautiful face of the puja.
The charming lips curved into a very beautiful curve while whispering softly in the mind, "I'll wait until you say love again. Till whenever I'll wait for you, sweetie."
Silence becomes a silent witness how the deepest expressions of the married couple stir. Now they love each other and are still blocked by an invisible wall named the past.