Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 18
From her arrival to the large gallery in the capital, Ayana continuously fell silent. His view only follows where people go to prepare all the needs.
It had been seven hours since he left the house, and during that time he also got another and more incoming chat from the husband's extended family.
His phone never stopped shaking. Ayana is angry, sad, and disappointed in everyone who always questions when she will get another child.
There was not a single incoming message that he replied to. Ayana kept the phone behind her coat pocket and was about to disable it.
However, before the smart thing actually died, one message came from her husband.
Ayana stopped her movement and opened the contents of the chat.
"Honey, can we have dinner tonight at the main residence? All the families are gathering there, and they want us to be there too. I'll pick you up." That's a message from Zidan.
Ayana replied, "No need, Mas. I can go alone, sorry if I'm late there's still a lot of work to be done."
After sending a reply, a sigh sounded heavy. Ayana put the phone back in her coat pocket and was about to step foot, but someone stopped her again.
"Is something bothering you?" the tanya offers a cup of warm coffee.
Ayana accepted and thanked him. "Nothing" he answered briefly.
"You should be able to concentrate, the exhibition this time is not kidding. Many famous painters from various countries also attended. I hope you can do both" Arfan said again.
Hearing her last words made Ayana stop her steps then look next door. His wide forehead shriveled in incomprehension.
"Doing both? Did you mean Mas Arfan?"
"Yes, between work and being a wife" she said with a gentle smile.
"Ah, inshaAllah," answered Ayana briefly and fell silent in her place.
"Alright, then let's get the job done today," Arfan invited Ayana to make a brief nod.
In the middle of the daydream, Ayana did not pay attention around. From the side some people were carrying a large glass to be installed on the top floor.
The uproar that occurred there did not make Ayana or the four men aware of each other's existence.
Arfan who looked back was surprised when he saw the two were about to collide. He shouted loudly making everyone who was there staring at one point.
"AYANA LOOKOUT!"
Ayana raised her head forward then slowly turned her head to the side. Instantly also his nettle bead widened perfectly watching the incident that directly hit him.
The sound of broken glass resounding resounded in all directions. Even the blink of an eye could not be avoided and happened so quickly.
Blood flowed from the torn wound that hit him. People flocked over to help them and rushed to give the first handling.
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The clock was already showing at eight p.m., Ayana had just arrived at the main mansion of the Ashraf family.
His black vehicle parked in the garage looked coldly forward. His eyeballs then rolled towards the two hands that were still holding the steering wheel of the car.
One of them was wrapped in gauze, he sighed remembering it was noon.
"Now, how can I paint?" his murmur pulled the right hand watching him fixedly.
The incident that hit him made the right hand palm torn due to friction of broken glass.
Seeing the arrival of the four men who were carrying large glass Ayana reflexes helped. However, unfortunately the glass was first broken until it hit the palm.
"Now a big problem will come to me again. Bismillah, let's face it together." Ayana grabbed the bag in the next seat and opened the car door.
His arrival was welcomed by the maids, they said if all the big families were in the living room.
One step that Ayana took felt so heavy, like her legs were cuffed with iron balls.
Sayup-sayup heard laughter echoed, slowly but surely, Ayana also arrived in the room to find the big family Ashraf was gathering.
Ayana silently watched their familiarity. The scenery makes him nostalgic, where when he first met the husband's extended family, his presence was not at all welcomed.
"Mom! Has he come?" Gibran made him aware of the daydream. Hurriedly Ayana hid her right hand to the back of her back.
It invited the other attention to look at him. Being the center of attention, Ayana looked at them one by one and then back at Gibran.
"Assalamu'alaikum, I'm sorry I'm late," said Ayana trying to be ordinary. His head in hijab nodded at the sister-in-law and commented a knotty smile.
He walked closer and shook the hands of the parents.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," they replied.
Mega and also some other family members rotate the eyeballs, careless. They looked at each other talking in silence.
"Darling, why are your hands in bandages like this?" lina asked to find her daughter-in-law's hand hurt.
"So I accidentally hurt her while she was at work," retorted Ayana pulled a hand from the grasp of the mother-in-law.
"Are you okay, honey?" Zidan came with his right hand to be examined.
"I'm fine, Mas" Ayana replied, again and again pulling her hand and hiding it behind her back.
"That's why you don't keep working. Is Zidan's salary not enough to cover your needs? Is that important to the job?" cerocos Mega while enjoying potato chips.
"That's right, Grandma had also heard it from Mega. You-" My bead, the elder Ashraf, looked at Ayana.
"You're overworked, how can you give Zidan offspring? Now that you've succeeded, what do you consider our family? You want revenge on us? Because at that time your existence was not welcomed well? You want to embarrass the family by making the family's first grandchild childless?" he said continuously.
Basima Ashraf, the middle-aged woman did not even faintly cast her gaze from Ayana. He continued to look at her fixedly making the painter clutching a strong bag rope.
"Well, don't say that. Ayana-"
"Now you're defending your son-in-law, Arshan?" basima asked, looking at her first child.
"Mas should agree with what Mamah said, this is also for their good," Mega continued looking at Ayana and Zidan.
"How can you have a child if you keep working? You can't fully concentrate on your family" said Arshan's first brother, Daniyah.
"That's right, you shouldn't be concerned with the work going on. The family must be the main one, you should have children by now" said his mother-in-law's brother, Ghana.
Lina's family also joined them to corner Ayana. It has become a routine every week, they will gather to meet each other to tighten the divine rope.
"Aren't you ashamed of being preceded by Mega? She is your aunt and now will have a third child" Basima said, staring at them in turn.
"That's right, don't you really want to have a child from Zidan? Is that true, Ayana? Your goal is to get back to my niece for revenge on our family, right?" the word Mega continuously cornered Ayana.
Zidan who was next to his wife turned to see Ayana looking straight ahead. His face was flat expressionless, without him noticing the painter was holding back the vexation in his chest.
His current position is completely unfounded.