Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 11
Dreams remain dreams, as far as they are pursued, no matter how deep they are, if destiny does not want them to happen.
However, if it begins with submitting to the Divine Rabbi, balanced with prayer and effort then as difficult as anything can be realized.
That's what Ayana Ghazella or Ghazella Arsyad lakoni is. In the past, his dream as a painter was just wishful thinking, but after passing through several phases and surrender to God, now his prayer was worshiped.
He became one of the proud newcomer painters in his country. Many of Ayana's works have bailed buana.
Whether it's out of town or abroad.
Day after day passed, it had already been a month since Kirana's arrival to their lives.
During that time, not so much has changed. Ayana is still the adopted daughter of the Arsyad family and the wife of the pianist and businessman Zidan Ashraf.
His days as a son, wife, and painter went smoothly without a hitch. Ayana realized that nothing is eternal.
Everything needs a process and time will rotate following the shaft. He must be ready to face the storm that comes next.
Because he believed time revolved as the universe had commissioned it. Then it would not be possible to stay at one point forever.
“Sayang~”
Big baby Ayana is spoiled on his wife. He who had been in the painting studio was finishing the customer's order was aghast when the arms were circular in the belly of his queen.
“Before Mas ... soon I'm done,” said Ayana understood the desire of the husband.
Zidan gave a rough snort, removed his grip from Ayana and walked to the front of the canvas stand. He sat there while putting his chin on the folds of his hand.
Ayana who is still struggling with canvas and brushes also turned a short head. The corner of his lips curved up slowly watching the face snatch away his life partner.
“I just found out that Mas Zidan can be like a child,” he said later.
“Huh? What do you mean?” ask Zidan doesn't understand.
“Yes, like an adorable big baby. How can a famous pianist and company leader be spoiled? How will your fans react if they know Mas's attitude like this?” Ayana chuckles softly to tease her husband.
“A-what? The ma-manja? I just-“ Zidan's words came to a halt instantly when he heard Ayana laughing a little loudly.
The woman hugged her own stomach which was sore. This makes Zidan sculpted not believe, he realized if it had become a mockery of his wife.
“So, from earlier you teased me? Watch out for you well, darling.” Zidan pointed right in front of Ayana's face.
The painter rushed up from his seat and ran around the studio with all his might.
The chasing action was also fun. Laughter accompanied the couple who approached each other and away from each other.
Like a child, no one wants to give up.
Until not long ago, Zidan managed to capture the slender body of the wife. Both of her hands were coiled around Ayana's waist which was fittingly in an embrace.
As fast as lightning Zidan turned the body of the puja until Ayana's hands docked in the chest of his field.
They look at each other to explore the beauty of each eyeball with breath up and down.
“Beauty .. like a miracle,” said Zidan soft and slow, his hand cupped next to Ayana's cheek rubbing a soft oil paint stain there.
“Beauty,” said the pianist both times.
Ayana blinked her eyes trying to digest what this man nearby said.
There was no reaction whatsoever from the idol, Zidan grinned as a glance of ideas perched on the head.
A second later he floated a light kiss on Ayana's lips. The owner was glued and wide.
“A-what is Mas doing?” he said nervous, rubbing the surface of the mouth slowly.
Instantly he shuddered to hear word for word sparked earlier. Her eyes slowly rolled to the side avoiding her husband.
“It's already half ten hours, it's time for you to run the task as wife.”
Without Zidan's consent, he holds Ayana on his shoulder and takes her to their private room.
The painter's screams echoed in the studio ignoring his slightly finished work.
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Ayanas activities as a painter. Since a few days ago he has gained a new cooperation with Arfan to open a second exhibition.
They are also busy with various preparations. Starting from meeting important people, sponsors, and so on.
A heavy sigh sounded strong in the room of the superior. Ayana and Arfan who just returned from all meetings also rested themselves in the company of the man.
“Are you okay?” tanya Arfan offered a cold canned drink.
Ayana accepts and opens the cover. “Thank you, I'm fine,” her reply vertical drink was short.
“Do your husband know we will open the exhibition again?” Arfan asked the second question that was now sitting opposite him.
“My husband was the most excited, even at first he wanted to sponsor, but I rejected him. Inexplicably why I want to try myself without giving her a helping hand,” explained Ayana made Arfan nod his head.
“I understand, it is more fun if we succeed on our own ability.”
“That's right, the sensation is different,” reply Ayana back to drink the drink.
“Ah, then we have lunch first and after that we continue to work.”
Arfan called his assistant to bring lunch into the room.
Ayana agrees and follows what her co-worker wants to do.
The clock is showing at half-four in the afternoon. Ayana is currently walking down the hospital hallway to meet her sister.
He wanted to tell Danieal if in a few weeks he and Arfan would open an exhibition downtown.
He deliberately came there to convey directly at once home together. Because of his plans today they and Zidan will have dinner at his parents' residence.
Not yet had he entered the room of the elder brother, the silhouette of someone caught sight. Ayana knitted both eyebrows when their views met each other.
“Oh Ayana?” Call him to walk closer.
Ayana slightly nodded her head and looked at him fixedly. “Tante Mega,” reply to the sister of the father-in-law's side.
“What are you doing here? Would you like to consult?” he asked when he saw the door next to his nephew's wife.
“Consultation?” ask Ayana back confused.
“It ... You want to consult with an obstetrician, right?” his pointing made the pianist look to the side.
“Ah, no I'm here to perse-“
“It doesn't have to be that way. Zidan should have two children by now. Look, your age has already stepped on the head of three. You shouldn't have to cape-cape work, so it's hard to have kids, right?” Mega, the woman sighed violently and folded her hands in front of her chest.
“My poor niece, why would she want to come back to you? Can't you not have any more kids?” Mega opened her mouth wide remembering something. “Ah, you had a miscarriage, surely your content is weak. So don't keep working, quickly have children. Aunty alone now wants to have a third child,” cerocosnya without stopping.
In silence Ayana clenched both strong hands. From the past until now the sister of his father-in-law did not like it.
Women whose age is not much different is also often mocking Ayana and even talking about things that are not true to the extended family.
That's why they don't like Ayana thanks to this woman's incitement.