Tear Flower
SEASON 2 CHAPTER 2
As in the past, Ayana now serves as a real wife. She prepared breakfast for her husband with the help of several house assistants.
That appetizing fragrance also flowed into all corners of the mansion. Zidan who was dressed in the room sniffed slowly making both corners of the lips curved perfectly.
"Is Ayana cooking again?" he muttered and quickly grabbed the work coat hanging outside the closet.
As fast as lightning he exited the room and hurriedly descended the steps one by one.
Not long after, he showed his nose in the dining room. Suddenly it made several maids look at each other and then hurried to leave the place giving his two masters a chance together.
Ayana realized it was just developing a smile, looking back.
After the house assistants left, Zidan approached to wrap his arms around the flat stomach of the puja.
"It's nice to see you every day cooking like you used to. Like a dream ... how should I express this happiness?" Zidan sniffed slowly the recess of his wife's veiled neck.
Ayana just smiled not returning a word and just let Zidan do as he pleased.
"Before the breakfast is over, Mas can wait for him at the dinner table" he said later.
"I'd rather be like this." Zidan reluctantly moved on and continued to hug his wife from behind.
Ayana snorted softly while shaking her head briefly.
Not long after breakfast was finished. The two men moved to the dinner table and enjoyed it together.
Many times Zidan turned to Ayana while widening his smile. The painter replied to her and understood her husband's childish attitude.
Not long after, they had finished breakfast. Both are preparing to leave to resume work that was delayed.
"really? You don't want to take her to the gallery?" zidan asked gently stroking his wife's jaw.
Ayana firmly nodded in agreement. "True Mas, I can bring my own car. Don't worry," he answered sure.
Zidan sighed harshly with pursed lips. "You've really changed, more independently and always-"
"I just don't want to burden you, Mas. I also ... don't want to be the Ayana I used to be. Always be taken advantage of and .. end up treason." Ayana re-opened the old wound leaving Zidan flabbergasted rounding the wide bead.
He hugged his wife tightly rubbing her slender back many times. His firm chin landed on Ayana's left shoulder while inhaling the sweet fragrance that was emanating in her life partner's body.
"Sorry." One word represents all feelings.
Ayana returned a hug while looking up at the clear sky this morning.
"Em, I don't mean to remember that time. Just-just"
"Yes I get it, honey," cut Zidan fast.
They also cling to each other to provide warmth. The sun bears witness to how the deepest feelings are conveyed through impulsive movements.
Moments later the two let go of each other, Ayana shook the back of her husband's hand briefly and Zidan gave a warm peck on her wide forehead.
The soul reassuring scenery became an interesting spectacle for some domestic assistants who accidentally saw it.
They looked at each other in relief, the relationship of his young master and mistress was already fine.
After that Ayana and Zidan left the yard to their respective cars and went to meet their busyness.
...***...
"Be here again, dear," said the soft voice of the black-hijab woman at the family cemetery.
He sprinkled flowers on a small mound of earth and gave the best prayer. The net is rolling to see eating next to the baby.
"Mother is coming again, baby. Are you there to meet?" tanyanya.
He smiled softly and prayed for her again.
Not long after, Ayana got up from there and walked out of the cemetery.
At the exit of the gate, he accidentally collided with someone. He who had been busy replying to messages with his brother was not aware of the existence of others there.
"Astaghfirullah, sorry-sorry, Ma'am. Is it okay?" ayana asked a waist-haired woman wearing all-black clothes next to her.
The woman looked at each other.
"Ah, em, I'm fine."
"I'm really sorry. Once again I'm sorry for accidentally hitting you," Ayana said again regretfully.
"It's okay, I'm also less careful. Then excuse me first," replied the woman who immediately waltzed away.
Ayana turned around to see her figure getting further away. He followed where the foot went and frowned, astonished.
"Is he Ashraf's family? Why haven't I seen her? Uh wait!" Ayana walked a few steps to the side looking at the burial area again.
"Oh, it turns out there are other tombs here as well. Maybe he wanted to make a pilgrimage," he chanted indifferently and continued on his way.
Ayana was driving her car to the old man's residence. While he was still at Ashraf's family funeral, Danieal kept calling him.
The handsome doctor asks Ayana to come home for breakfast together. He replied that he had eaten with Zidan, but his brother did not want to know and kept asking him to come.
Ayana also obeyed the desire which was also a request from her father and mother. On the way he contacted Seruni to handle the gallery first.
About thirty minutes later, Ayana's four-wheeled vehicle arrived in the yard. One of the maids there opened the car door and brought it to park.
Ayana gave me a sweet smile and thanked me. After that, entering the mansion found several domestic assistants welcoming his arrival.
"You're finally home too" said the father, who had just stepped down from the second floor.
Ayana rushed over and shook her hand briefly.
He lifted his head again while chuckling softly. "Sorry Dad, I have a lot of orders to take care of."
"Say you're enjoying the honeymoon again with Zidan." The voice of the older brother denounced the princess's attention and the father turned his head to the compact side.
"Mas Danieal? What the hell not," retorted Ayana shyly.
"Not to be ashamed, my dear we understand. Your sister is just jealous .. because she has not got a partner," said Celia who immediately embraced the daughter.
They looked at each other and laughed together.
"Makanya Mas quickly married, so as not to disturb her sister continues," Ayana replied teasing him.
Danieal twitched his lips not knowing what was being molested. Celia, Adnan, and Ayana again chuckled.
In the midst of their togetherness, the sound of high-heeled footsteps echoed in the hallway. This made the four hosts look in the same direction.
There they saw a woman grasping a small bag developing a smile.
Both of Ayana's firm eyebrows intertwined with each other as if they were no strangers to this figure in front of her.
"You-" Ayana pointed right in front of him.
"Assalamu'alaikum Om, Auntie, Mas Danieal. How are you?" her friendly sweep made Ayana look at them in turn.
"Who is he?" mind confused.