Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 22
In the afternoon, the sky still shows gray clouds refusing to give the cool of twilight.
The horizon hugged tightly the memories along with the wound embedded in the chest. The hearty embrace warmly accompanies every event that occurs.
Time will bring happiness, and bring back pain. Although the storyline is different, but the meaning remains the same.
After enjoying the rippling lake water in the park outside the city, Ayana came to the gallery.
The clock has shown at half-six, soon azan maghrib reverberated.
Just as Ayana was parking the car, her net net of nettles immediately looked forward. He was fixated to see the figure of the husband was looking at him fixed.
“Ayana.” Call Zidan quietly and approach his wife.
Now the pair of people were facing each other, diving into the beauty of each eyeball.
Like when she first met again after a year and a half had passed, Ayana had a flat face.
Bak was emotionless, his facial water was completely cold, while Zidan smiled haru. A tearful roll after another seeped behind his petals, but not one bit affected his wife.
“Mas come?” ask Ayana later.
Zidan gasped then threw away a glance and then gave a short nod.
“Em, I'm coming,” reply.
Now Ayana nodded a few times, without saying anything else both of her legs stepped away from Zidan just like that.
Seeing this the pianist was again surprised not to play. He did not expect Ayana's attitude to turn cold.
He felt like his wife had nothing happened. His feeling grew increasingly uncomfortable and disoriented, hurriedly Zidan caught up with him inside.
In the room Ayana tried to concentrate on pouring imagination into the form of painting. Line by line the basic gradation begins to show.
Despite the difficulties caused by his hand being injured, he did not care about it. For him now is to forget the flirtation.
Not long after the sense of hearing caught the footsteps approaching. Without looking back, Ayana knew who it was.
“Sayang.” Call Zidan again while embracing the narrow shoulders of the beloved.
Ayana stopped the movement, involuntarily releasing the brush, just falling onto the floor. He fell silent stiffly feeling a warm breath greeting the skin of the neck.
“I'm sorry. Yesterday you didn't come home either, I was really worried, Honey,” explained Zidan.
As fast as lightning Ayana released her husband's embrace and turned to face him. That flat face was still seen making Zidan snatch sad.
“What's with your face, Mas?” ayana asked to find her right cheek turning blue.
“Ah, this-“
“What did Danieal do? Last afternoon she told me if you guys met.” Ayana grunts softly while staring fixedly at her life partner.
“A-“
“Should well Mas go with another woman? And showing off a baby to a big family? While Mas himself knows how we are?”
“Oh or Mas did deliberately want to humiliate me again? Isn't it enough for six years that you've been giving wounds?”
“What Mas want me to go again?” tanya Ayana.
Zidan shook his head many times while trying to cupped his wife's shoulder. Before that happened Ayana just threw her hand away.
“No Ayana. I didn't mean to treat you like that. Instead I want to give you a surprise, if-“
“Why not talk to me first? Why should I be with another woman? I know our marriage used to be in the third person, how did it end? Crushed mess.”
“What do I know? Every day for these two weeks, I've been terrorized by your extended family. They asked me when I had a child? Is my uterus in trouble? Did the miscarriage make me unable to have any more children? Do I really have a grudge and want to avenge your family by treating you?”
Zidan was wide-eyed to see tears slide quickly on his cheeks. With a rough Ayana remove it along with the roar of breath that increasingly hunting.
“Sa-Honey, Ayana.” Zidan walked slowly closer to the idol.
His right hand was stretched out to cupping Ayana's cheek, but again the master brushed it off roughly.
“Better for a while we don't have to meet. Seeing you ... restoring past wounds.”
After saying that Ayana went again from the presence of her husband back. Zidan was glued like a lump of ice where he stood.
She did not expect trouble would come to her wedding again. It is not about the third person, but the child.
...***...
Ayana came to the nearest mosque and rushed to perform magrib prayer as well as isya there.
He poured out all his deepest feelings through tears without a sound. Again and again the wound must grow unpreventable.
“Yes Allah, if the test this time is getting matured servant .. then give strength. I believe children are a gift you give to every couple. If indeed we are still not given confidence then give fortitude for us to face every difficult question,” monologue Ayana tossed a prayer to the creator.
When the clock shows at eight p.m., Ayana leaves the mosque grounds. He drives the wind to a place.
About thirty minutes later, Ayana arrived at her destination. He parked the car in the underground parking lot and took the elevator.
The elevator doors opened on the fifth floor of the building. Ayana walked out and came to one of the rooms there.
Finished giving the password combination, he opened the door and walked in just like that.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” sapanya warm.
“Oh my God, you surprised me Ayana. Wa’alaikumsalam,” reply the occupant.
Ayana took off her shoes and rushed over. He saw the woman carrying a basket of fruit and entered one of the rooms.
Ayana reviewed the smile following her, upon arrival she put down the bag and removed the brown coat on the chair.
“This time what else?” ask the opponent to speak.
Ayana leaned against the table while folding her hands in front of her chest.
“Can Mbak help me to find out someone?” The painter looked at Bening who was eating grapes in front of him.
“That's my job, Ayana. Wh who? Who now?” tanyanya back.
Ayana grunted softly and then turned her eyes forward. His eyes turned more serious and sharp.
“Kirana Mahesa and-,” revealed.
“Ki-Kirana Mahesa and -?”
Bening was wide-eyed to hear four syllables emanating from the gap of the lips of the woman he had considered this family.
A piece of wine that was in his grasp was released and rolled down. He saw the tension behind Ayana's eyes.
Without ba bi bu, Bening immediately executed the two names. He was sure that the Ayana household was not okay.
“I must first know who is the person who is playing around on top of this story. The fairy tale I made through painting actually turned real?” gamang mind.
In a different place, Zidan had already returned home. He sat there staring at the only painting in the studio.
The two eyebrows firmly intertwined tightly together watching the image of the couple being infested by a pair of beads behind a large tree.
“Why did Ayana paint a picture like this?” muttered.