Tear Flower
Chapter 118's

Love can come and go at will. Sometimes love is also the one who gives the suffering of peerless nest.

However, even so love will lead back to the destiny that has been outlined. If Allah had willed anything could have happened, including turning back the hearts of every servant.

One month passed, incident after event had passed just giving a thrilling story. His memories will always ring in the memories can not be forgotten easily.

Ayana is the wife of the famous pianist Zidan Ashraf. In addition, he is also still actively painting to channel his hobby since long ago.

Various works were created again in the painting studio in the mansion. The room was decorated leaving a trace of the past.

Not only the studio, but all the contents of the magnificent building was replaced by a new one.

Neither Ayana nor Zidan wanted Bella's trail to be there and reminiscent back to the events of that time.

At first Zidan offers to move to a new house, but Ayana says it is a pity to leave the residence. Because after all there they had carved history together until the presence of the baby.

Ayana does not want to forget her tough days when pregnant with a fetus that has not had time to see the world.

From noon until afternoon Ayana continued to dwell in her studio. Sometimes he comes out to perform his duties as a Muslim.

After that, Ayana would remain there for an indefinable time. He is in his own world without heeding around, if it is already struggling with brushes and canvases.

In front of him was a very large canvas that was about the same height as him with a width of two meters.

The white-colored glue that he wore many times exposed to splashes of oil paint gave rise to abstract spots.

This time Ayana painted a night view with a star-studded sky and a perfectly round moon.

Many times both corners of the lips curled up as they poured brilliant ideas inside the head with a hijab.

About five hours struggling with the work, Ayana stopped the activity. He walked a few steps back watching the half-finished painting.

With a ruffled waist he smiled widely, nodding several times looking at his masterpiece this time.

"Em, my God, it's beautiful. I'll name this painting rising stars," he muttered again drawing a huge star in the middle of the night sky.

In the midst of his busy life again, Ayana is unaware of someone's arrival. Zidan opened the studio door watching his wife climb up the small staircase used for painting.

Her charming lips smiled at the amazing work of her heart. He froze on the spot watching the sparkle of Ayana's clear face thanks to the sweat pouring out.

He was fascinated by the aura of beauty that Ayana was emitting, his heart was racing just this time seeing the wife painting.

"Rising stars are you, honey. The brightest new star in my heart," the expression immediately stopped Ayana's movement.

He who was still standing on the small stairs was looking back to see the admiration in the husband.

"No, the new star is us. You and I became one of the brightest stars in the night sky, like this painting." Ayana turned her gaze back towards the canvas which now had clearly displayed two stars larger than the other side by side.

Zidan was stunned to hear the sweet words from Ayana. Whether conscious or not, he stepped closer to his life partner.

Right after being under Ayana, Zidan looked up to see the figure of the idol woman who now filled the deepest heart.

"Dear." Call Zidan while stretching out both hands.

Ayana turned to catch the crescent moon arch perched beautifully on her handsome face. With an unrelenting thumping feeling while grasping a brush, the painter threw himself into the arms of the husband.

Zidan lifted him slowly and drew his wife into his arms.

The twilight light came with its luster which was so soothing. Painting of God sticking out in the Eastern horizon with a tinge of orange and orange as a companion.

The warm decapitation and the spreading of the factions within each body depicted a painting that could never be poured onto the canvas.

Heart beats against each other thrill the soul. Love and compassion are comforting to each other.

I'm gonna fuck you in my arms forever. I'll get stars and moons to decorate our beautiful nights together.

The words look down at the recesses of the heart whispering softly if true love will be greeted with sincere feelings and addressed to God, the Creator.

Painful memories will always be there and accompany every step taken. However, behind that there is still a bright future to welcome.

After a long time clutching each other, Zidan stretched out a hug. Ayana who still draped both hands on the neck of her level also followed the movement.

Their soot beads stared at each other again. Highlight the warm eyes so longed for each other's presence.

Slowly but surely, a handsome face framed by a sweet smile approached. Ayana realized that it closed her eyelids tightly.

For a second Zidan realized his own actions and distanced himself again.

Ayana who did not feel any incident opened her eyes again. He saw his husband looking at him worried.

"Why?" ask Ayana later.

"Eh?" Zidan gasped to hear a word of millions of questions thrown from the lips of his heart.

"Why didn't I continue? Don't you want to?" tanya Ayana again emphasized.

Zidan's moon iris widened perfectly, not expecting to get the question earlier.

"Sorry, I wouldn't do it if you didn't want to. I-"

Zidan's words were interrupted instantly as Ayana let out a light kiss on her charming lips.

The two pianist's eyes flickered in surprise instead of playing over the wife's actions. Ayana who saw his reaction also laughed softly.

"Do you really not want to do it? Don't want to because I'm not Bell-"

Now it's Zidan's turn to decide Ayana's speech by snatching a chewy object as red as the cherished cherry.

In the union, Ayana develops a smile and begins to follow the movements and games that her husband cast.

Both of his slender hands were increasingly embracing the neck of the couple alive. Impulsive movements give a sign of how much they need each other.

Slowly, Zidan lowered his wife, making Ayana's legs back on the floor. He gently led half his breath forward.

Not long ago Ayana felt her back touching the wall which further made their unification craze.

At first glance Ayana opened her eyes to see the handsome face of the husband so close.

"This is the first kiss I really wanted. It turns out ... does it feel like this? The kiss of someone who loves you sincerely .. very soothing."

"Ultimately ..when we did it was only her duty as a husband. There is no sincerity or love in it, but only pure lust."

"Now I realize how thrilling this touch someone gives .. love you," the monologue Ayana has in mind.

In the studio painting the couple is fused together. The smell of oil paints, scattered painting tools, and paintings that eighty-five percent were made, bear silent witness to how necessary the union that both of them did.

Love is so tempestuous dancing beautifully in the pseudo shadows erodes the pain of the past. Ayana hopes that after this her household with Zidan will not be stained again with tears.