Tear Flower
SEASON 2 CHAPTER 1

The moon changes months, every day there is only a soul-soothing story. The new notes that are opened tell of the thousands of colors of rainbows that accompany each step.

The work for the new work rises to be a silent witness to the togetherness of two people wrapped in the wounds of the past. However, even though they were together again, the events of the past days would never be remembered again.

Lies, if there is no trace, like glass, although re-arranged as neatly as possible, still will not be intact as before.

There will certainly be scratches and scratches of fragments that present the story in it, and behind it all there are memories to mature each other.

At night, the star-studded sky with moonlight accompanied togetherness. The second floor balcony of the mansion is transformed into a romantic dinner for this pair of pianists and painters.

Medium-sized tables with two chairs opposite each other stand upright in the middle. The expanse of magnolia and carnation also gives its own aroma opening new records for both.

Ayana who just returned from the gallery was led by her husband to the second floor. His pair of nettle beads covered in black cloth dispelled the view.

Oddity after mild rascality was triggered along the way, signifying how happy the husband and wife were. Holding her husband's arm, Ayana continued to follow where she was taken away.

"Be careful, dear, soon we arrive," said Zidan told the wife in front of one rung of stairs.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" ask Ayana curiously.

"Calm down, later you know, too," Zidan replied again, making his heart nod only to agree.

Not long after, the two arrived at the balcony. Ayana could feel the chill instantly greeting her arrival.

The scent of the two flowers meeting each other made him flabbergasted. I could feel how many flowers there were.

A second later Zidan untied the cloth in his eyes, then said, "Happy eighth anniversary of our marriage, Dear and."

Ayana was amazed at the decorations that her husband gave her. As fast as lightning he cupped his gaping mouth with both hands, tightly.

His beautiful bead was perfectly widened, clear crystal streaks seeped behind his petals and instantly slid freely on the cheeks.

Zidan walked forward and rested right in front of his beloved.he stuck a bouquet of magnolias and large carnations in front of Ayana.

"I love you, baby," he said warmly.

Ayana took the bouquet and threw herself into the husband's warm embrace. Zidan slightly jerked back, lucky he could balance until he did not fall.

He returned the embrace of Ayana was not less tight. His two burly hands gave a soft elution on the slender back of the owner of his heart.

A few moments later, the two have sat opposite to enjoy dinner in the beautiful night view.

The sound of spoons and forks hanging out with each other accompanied the two people who were drunk with romance.

In the middle of enjoying the food, Zidan reached into the pocket of the suit taking out a small box decorated with pink ribbons.

He opened it right in front of his wife's eyes.

"Do you want to live forever with me? Until he reaches his jannah?" Soft words and warm treatment distract Ayana.

Her brown irises widened alternately staring at the husband and the object being stretched.

"What's this?" ask Ayana nervously.

Zidan tilted his head at a glance as a gesture for Ayana to see the item that was being grasped.

He followed her and stared more intensely at what was in the box. At once Ayana was surprised to see a necklace with a diamond pendant.

"Do you like it? Again, do you want to live with me forever until you reach His jannah?" ask Zidan a second time.

Without refusing Ayana nodded her head confidently. A smile of relief also expands on Zidan's handsome face.

Zidan got up from his seat and walked to the back of his wife and put the necklace on his hijab-blocked neck.

After that he sat down next to Ayana, looking up for the iris he missed the most. The owner turned the seat to face Zidan.

"This necklace I have a special message just for you, so, there's only one in the world. Because you're the most precious woman to me. I love you .. I love you now, tomorrow, until later."

Like a poet sentence that slid from the lips of charming couple halalnya make Ayana speechless.

Never once would a day like this come in shadow. Both eyes of the painter were teary-eyed withstanding how happy he was today.

What Zidan said just now reached the deepest heart. He was very grateful that God gave them the opportunity to continue the household journey.

Ayana and Zidan's marriage went smoothly without any obstacles.

The six years they spent at the time became a classic story in which there were only lies, lies, and pain.

The show of love that he once did, is now over.

Now happiness is dancing in the shadows. A loving memory will always be present accompanying every step of the journey of her second marriage.

Love accompanies a precious moment that Ayana and Zidan go through together.

Ayana immediately hugged her husband's burly body. He cried again and again, very happy, relieved to get the figure he had always admired reciprocated his feelings.

"Em, thank you. I'm so happy," she said.

There is still no word of love triggered from the lips ranum Ayana. However, Zidan understood and understood what his wife's innermost feelings were.

"Although it still can't be thrown, I'm sure you still love me, Ayana. Thank you for accepting me to be your husband again. I know ... My behavior used to be inexcusable so easily, but .. You gave this opportunity. I won't spare him, I love you so much, Ayana," Zidan said in silence.

Ayana closed her eyes tightly enjoying the gust of wind caressing them. The embrace gets stronger and channel feelings for each other.

...***...

In the middle of the silence of the night, there was only the roar of the spouses' breath in their private rooms. Sweating is pouring out as a sign of activity that is being done.

Ayana continued to endure the turmoil within which made her whole body tremble. Doing so is tantamount to re-examining past events.

The pain that was trying to be denied again. Zidan immediately stopped his play and immediately hugged the gentle wife.

"I'm sorry, I did it again" said Ayana feeling guilty.

Behind his back Zidan shook his head briefly. "It's okay, honey. You don't have to push yourself, you know what you're feeling. Slow down don't force it, I'll wait."

Ayana was glued back to hear words of understanding from her husband. He turned to face Zidan and immediately embraced the warm body.

"Thank you .. sorry." The sentence becomes a determinant of how their game should be completed before the end.

Zidan nodded slowly and put a warm kiss on the top of his wife's head.

"Trauma is like broken glass, although it is returned there will be scratches for life."

"Sorry, I gave it to you, Ayana. I'll wait until you're really ready. Because I am the most responsible for what happened to you, "the monologue Zidan again in mind while wiping the wife's long mane.

Ayana opened her eyes to feel the heartbeat of her husband. His eyes turned upwards looking at that peaceful face.

"Trauma is freaking me out. O Allah, give patience to the husband of the servant," inwardly Ayana then.