Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 6
"Assalamu'alaikum," said Ayana after entering the magnificent building.
Her legs went deeper and deeper until she found her husband in the dining room.
Sensing his existence, Zidan looked back and instantly developed a smile.
"Have you come home, honey?" he said as he walked closer.
"Em, I just got home. Assalamu'alaikum, "he said his greetings once more and then greeted the back of Zidan's hand briefly.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, why did you just get home at this hour?" the question again turned his head to the side with a glimpse of the clock showing at half-eight.
Ayana reviewed an awkward smile and scratched the base of her head briefly.
"I have a lot to take care of, Mom. I'm sorry, because I came home late after you, "sorry.
Zidan snorted softly as he curled the crescent moon again and rubbed the soft top of his wife's head.
"It's okay, next time if you come home late tell me. I was very worried" he said again.
"Em, I promise," Ayana replied nodding quickly.
"Do you pray?" tanyanya back.
"Here, before I go home I stop by the nearest mosque first," she replied, making her husband nod in understanding.
They also looked at the beads of each diving into its beauty while smiling sweetly.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth, Mom. Kirana problem .. Let me tell her later," continued the woman's mind.
"Hey, you two! When do you want to stand there? Let's eat it up and get cold." Someone's bass voice was shocking.
Ayana and Zidan turned in the same direction to find that men younger than them were shaking their waists.
"Gibrans? Since when did you get here?" Ayana walked over and saw the dining table filled with various kinds of dishes.
"Gee, my God, did you cook all this?" his second question looked at his sister-in-law.
"Of course, since this afternoon I've been home" Gibran replied proudly.
Not long after, Zidan came from behind and immediately hit his head just like that.
"Aw, it hurts Mas. What the hell is this Mas?" Gibran pursed his annoyed lips to get a blow of affection from his brother.
"Don't lie to your mother" Zidan said as he sat in the seat of the family's head.
Hearing this Ayana squinted both eyes at Gibran. Her sister-in-law also cupped her hands in front of her chest.
"I'm just kidding, actually the waiters prepared this," Gibran explained later.
Ayana sighed softly and sat down in her chair. "Where did you learn to cook so many dishes like this? After all how to cook it is not easy ... if not try hard for someone?" Godanya.
Now it was Gibran's turn to sigh violently and follow them sitting across from the sister-in-law.
"I just separated from that woman" he continued.
"Eat him do not continue to date, it is clearly not allowed. Luckily Allah separates you from the woman who is not the mahram, it means that Allah wants you to start a more serious relationship.
Gibran nodded a few times as he continued to put rice in his mouth. Nonchalantly he listened word for word out of his brother's curly mouth.
"Yes, if I had first met Ms. Ayana .. surely I am married now," he replied indifferently looking straight up.
"Hey! What are you talking about, huh? He's your brother-in-law, if you don't forget." Zidan went up in black, pointing the spoon he was holding at Gibran.
Despite their feud over her husband's betrayal, they have now opened their hearts to each other again.
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The sky still showed dark clouds. The cooler air makes people more comfortable living in their rooms coiled comfortably under the covers.
However, Ayana chooses to enjoy the silence of the night alone on the first floor balcony. His head looked up to observe the dark sky.
"What I said earlier is real." The sister-in-law came with her two favorite glasses of tea.
"It." Gibran stuck out one of them.
Ayana also received the glass and just held it. A warm sensation instantly spread from the palm of his hand to his body.
"If your sister finds out she's really upset, you know," Ayana replied to her joke earlier.
Gibran also laughed at the answer of his brother-in-law.
"I don't know, Mas Zidan is not much different from a child. He's really childish," he said.
Ayana also agreed. "That's true, but I'm grateful that Zidan has really changed."
"Yes, that's what I wanted to say to Ayana. Thank goodness Zidan loves you now. He's really sorry for wasting you .. I also can't believe you guys can be together again," she continued.
Ayana just commented a smile while turning her eyes down.
"I really didn't expect you guys to be lukewarm couples back. I've never seen Zidan cry so sorry for a woman."
"Mbak Ayana .. the only one who managed to make her like that. Bella's? Cih, that woman is really shameless," Gibran said.
Ayana chuckled softly and turned to the right side. "I can't believe I heard it."
"What else am I, Ma'am." Gibran let out a rough sigh then squeezed the iron barrier before them.
"Quickly give me a funny touch, I can't wait to meet them." Gibran stretched out both hands stretching his stiff muscles, then stepped foot leaving Ayana just like that.
The painter looked back and followed where his sister-in-law was going. A smile was present, and a second later it disappeared instantly.
"Corn? Son yeah?" he looked back at the night sky.
He was surprised to see a star appear behind a dark cloud. Her bead glazed over to see the only painting of God there.
Without him realizing the tears were flowing unbearably. He also removed it rudely trying to develop a smile.
His free left hand squeezed the strong barrier iron. He tried to calm himself when the feeling of tightness suddenly came.
In that house, in his residence, he lost hope. However, it was a time when everything was still not okay.
Now there was a speck of hope that Ayana wanted. He hopes to get a harmonious little family with Zidan.
"If you were born, maybe now you are two years old, baby? O Allah, what have I disrespected? Already Ayana, then let it pass. Let's meet a better future," he murmured to encourage himself.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He tries to forget the past that can never be separated in memory.
Because after all the past has its own place in his little heart. Especially the figure of the baby who has not had a chance to see the world.
Ayana realized that it was all fate and she should not continue to fall into that situation.
"I must rise. I believe God will give the best for us. O Allah, I give it all to You" he murmured again, looking at the dark sky, accompanied by only one little star above.