Tear Flower
SEASON 2 CHAPTER 19TH
Word by word kept coming and giving wounds to the recesses of the heart. From the past until now there is still no place for Ayana in the distinguished family.
He was still a child from a simple family who was made into mere ridicule.
It has been almost a year since she returned to her husband, but in fact things cannot be changed as easily as turning the palm of the hand.
He remains in the same position as he was two years ago.
All eyes were now looking towards him. Parents are constantly giving hurtful speech that is not easily eliminated.
Those words are like arrows shot at the target, causing holes, leading to pain.
"Here Nek, Aunt Mega, Aunt Daniyah, Aunt Ghana, don't keep cornering Ma'am Ayana." Gibran denounced making the four people look at him fixedly.
"That's right, Ayana and I are trying. Grandma and Aunt all don't have to worry, I-"
"I apologize in advance, have you guys finished talking?" Ayana cuts off her husband's words.
Zidan clasped his wife's left wrist. Ayana did not turn her head a little and continued to look at the family members one by one.
"It looks like it already is, because no one answered my question earlier. Sorry, it's not my intention to disrespect Ashraf's elders and Auntie all, but the child's matter is not our right to talk about it. Because God is the one who determines everything .. we cannot go over the fateful decision that God has given us," said Ayana made the situation a moment of silence.
Mega snorted violently at the words thrown from her niece-in-law. He folded his hands in front of his chest and looked closely at the painter in front of him.
"We must also strive, do not just be silent. Right well, money can change a person, including his personality," said Mega again half insinuated.
Ayana squeezed the strap of the bag as hard as she could. He did not care if the wound on his palm would reopen.
"I know and we have done our best, if God has not given, what can we do? Offence of God's will?" reply again and again.
The atmosphere there is getting hotter and stiffened, Zidan knows the current mood of the wife is not okay.
He felt Ayana's body tremble with anger. His white face was slightly flushed with a sharp look of eyes.
"Ah, look at everything I've seen such a beautiful baby. Do Grandma and Aunt want to see?" Zidan tried to distract them.
Contact the action was also making the family attention switch. They saw a five-month-old baby inside Zidan's cell phone.
They were amazed at how cute and beautiful the baby named Raima was.
In silence Ayana witnessed a happy smile on the handsome face of the husband. The sister-in-law, the two in-laws, as well as the extended family gave a warm look.
However, he did not realize that his actions had a great impact on Ayana.
"It is unfortunate that Zidan had to show off a child who was not his flesh and blood. You should be ashamed, Ayana .. look at your husband! He wants his own son." Amidst the excitement, Basima's voice boomed.
"From the beginning you were married, I never agreed. Why go back to humiliate your family? It's good that you left, why else be present in our family?" he continued to unsheathed the invisible sword right to the bottom of the innermost heart.
"You-you"
"It's enough Grandma! I asked Ayana to come back. I love him, I love him so much. Anyone has no right to refuse what I feel for Ayana." Zidan uttered a reply stopping the grandmother's words.
"Look! You managed to make Zidan into a son of dissident like this. You really did it!" The pair of beads widened to look at Ayana who was still strong in her place standing.
The word for word that was thrown just now opened the old wound sticking out to the surface. From the beginning until now there was no chance for him to enter the Ashraf family.
"I'm sorry."
After saying that Ayana rushed away unable to continue to be there.
Seeing this Zidan immediately followed where his wife went. He was worried that Ayana would get hurt again.
"Darling wait! Dear." Zidan tries to reach Ayana who continues to run towards the parking lot.
Not long after that, he managed to grab her wrist. Ayana turned to look at her husband.
"Mas Satisfied? Are you happy to corner me like this? Why are you showing them the baby, huh? Wh why? Was that really your goal from the start?"
"Oh, this dinner turned out to be just an alibi to humiliate me, didn't it? Congratulations, you have succeeded."
"No Ayana, not like that. At first I wanted to talk to you about this, how good it would be to adopt a child to lure you to get pregnant. I-"
Ayana grunts violently, "fishing me pregnant? Nah! Fishing wound is right, I don't know what you're thinking, Mas."
Ayana throws Zidan's hand and gets into the car. As fast as lightning he stepped on the gas immediately leaving the husband there.
Zidan followed where the four-wheeled vehicle went until it disappeared in view.
"Oh my God, what else is this? Why is everything like this?" his murmur rubbed the riled face.
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At the roar of the car engine Ayana stared straight ahead. His gaze was empty without tears dripping in the slightest.
His heart was completely wounded, as if there were invisible hands squeezing it hard, but no sobs came out.
He grasped the steering wheel tightly causing blood to seep from behind the gaping wound. He doesn't care about that. Because for him the inner wound is more painful than the physical wound.
He continued to drive the car at high speed splitting the night wind, until a while later Ayana arrived at the residence of her parents.
He came home to surprise Celia, Adnan, and Danieal who had just finished dinner.
"Assalamu'alaikum, I'm coming home Mah, Dad, Mas. Let me stay here tonight."
Without waiting for a reply from her family, Ayana just grumbled. Suddenly, this is getting curious.
"What's going on? Why did your sister come home like that?" ask Celia to her first child.
Danieal shook his head briefly while staring at the departure of his sister.
"Why does Ayana feel pain? You have to make sure of Danieal's thing" Adnan said, making him nod.
In silence Danieal caught the bandage on his brother's right hand deep red. The feeling of an older sister, especially herself, is that a doctor who has been dealing with Ayana for years knows something.
"I met him first" he said, carrying a P3K box and walking straight to the top floor.
Celia and Adnan looked at each other, they were worried as well as scared. It is not usual for Ayana to come home sad.
As a mother and father who found her daughter like that immediately concluded that something had happened.
They have also experienced and even cheated when Eliza slumped.
"I don't want Ayana to get hurt again, Mas," Celia said withstanding sobs.
Adnan swiftly embraced it and rubbed his wife's shoulders slowly.
"You don't worry, Ayana's gonna be fine. We have to figure out what's really going on" she said.
Celia nodded briefly and cried on her husband's strapping shoulder. He didn't want to see anyone else hurt by past trauma.
The thing he never found was the slumping of a child, especially Ayana. It was like a blow that reminded him of losing the baby.