Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 24

So long cloudy settled comfortably above the horizon. The cold air greeted everyone accompanied on a different storyline.

The originally sincere smile now changed falsehood. Continually being hurt makes the person change in both directions. Either better or vice versa.

Facing problems for the sake of problems is not easy, but when hanging it to the Owner of Life will be different story.

Allah is the Great Regent. His schemes are sometimes unpredictable and his arrival can be surprising.

Ayana silently stared at where she stood. Her clear brown iris still looked at the formal-fitting man who was now looking at her.

Amidst that stiffness, someone came back. Ayana's eyes turned to the back of the man to find her husband.

Without paying any heed, Zidan stepped foot in his lane nearing his wife.

"Are you okay?" her tanyanya rubbed gently on Ayana's warm cheeks.

The owner nodded then looked up to dive into the bead beauty of his life partner.

"I'm fine, did you hear everything?" ask Ayana back, Zidan agreed impeccably.

"You take it easy, no one can separate us anymore. I love you, dear." Zidan gives a soft kiss on Ayana's wide forehead for a few seconds and then approaches her mother and grandmother.

Before stepping foot, Ayana can catch a glint in the eyes of the husband. This was the first time for him Zidan to show such emotions.

"Mom, Grandma!" Calling Zidan made the two women who witnessed the brief scene gasp.

Ayana's head slightly turned back, the corner of her lips grinned softly and then stepped foot leaving them alone.

"Let's talk in the gallery" asked Ayana to the man who had been silently watching the drama right in front of her eyes.

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"Are you all right, Ayana? Look, you've finished three glasses of green tea. Isn't this very bitter?" his racau observed the former drink before them.

Ayana grunted softly, widened both corners of the lips, and shook her head incoherently.

"Sorry, Mas Arfan must see the condition of my family," said Ayana Lirih.

Arfan, the painter and businessman did not expect to hear all the talk of his coworkers.

He who had arrived at the cafe stopped his steps when he found Ayana talking to two women.

She was shocked to learn that they were her mother and grandmother-in-law.

The words that were spoken were still buzzing in hearing. He did not expect to hear the elder Ashraf say separate to married couples who love each other.

She also could not believe that Ayana was accused of playing with fire behind her husband, who was also involved.

"No Ayana! I should have apologized, unintentionally .. I heard your conversation," Arfan said later.

"I'm really embarrassed now. What am I supposed to do? He was also at least caught up in our problems." Ayana hid her face behind both palms.

"Not to be ashamed, Ayana. Matters in marriage are natural, but no one has the right to interfere in your household, including your own family. I don't mind either. Because we didn't do anything wrong."

The words of Arfan just now kicked his eardrum. Ayana was stunned, silent for a moment and let go of her hand.

He widened both eyes returning the gaze of the interlocutor.

"Rightly what Mas said, anyone has no right to interfere. Because we who run it is not someone else" replied Ayana firmly.

Arfan nodded his head while enjoying the sweet snack Seruni presented earlier.

He saw the change in the face of Ayana who was originally sad now firmly back. He was surprised to find out if a person's mood can change in seconds.

Ayana assented without returning a word.

At the cafe, Zidan had already occupied the seat that Ayana had occupied. He looked at the two different-aged women in front of him.

She never thought her mother and grandmother could meet Ayana without her knowledge. Fortunately he returned there when he found out the handkerchief he used to carry was left behind.

After getting his wish, Zidan was about to leave the table that was a few minutes ago occupied with his wife, faintly he heard someone's voice.

The arch resembled her grandmother making her step closer. A second later, Zidan looked up and saw Ayana with her mother and grandmother.

He stood not far away from them while listening to what was being said. He was really surprised when his grandmother said goodbye and accused his wife of being untrue.

He showed his figure and saw another man standing near their table. He watched the wife who looked directly at the figure.

Zidan knew what Ayana was feeling at the time of the incident.

"I hope Mamah and Grandma don't have to interfere in our household. I've grown a lot more to decide which is best and which isn't. Ayana also never played fire behind me, whether it was then and now. We're-"

"Until when? How long do you think you are more mature? You're just selfish Zidan," sambar Basima fast.

The dark ball of the pianist was rolling towards him. "Agoist? What does Grandma mean?"

"Aren't you thinking about your mom and dad's feelings? They are getting older, should be at this age your parents have carried grandchildren," Basima said.

"Well, please don't force Zidan. Arshan and I don't think too much about grandchildren, we-"

"What's? Lina, listen to me! For us the offspring is important, what happens if your child does not have children, huh? Where are our family assets going?" said elder Ashraf.

"Do you want all the assets that are now hard-earned to fall just like that? What-"

"Sir, please don't burden Ayana with the question of when we have children. We should have, too, but Grandma knew for herself I. .. I killed the child," Zidan said in a voice that grew quieter.

Seeing her son and granddaughter bow their heads deeply, Lina and Basima fell silent. They know how difficult Zidan was after the incident.

He continued to blame himself and lost the spirit of life.

Basima cleared her throat and then moved from sitting.

"But remember not to be negligent on the matter. You need a friend to live with."

Zidan raised his head again, "I hope Grandma and the rest of the family don't have to interfere in our household affairs. If this happens again I ... won't stay silent!"

Basima was surprised to find her first granddaughter giving a sharp look. He snorted and left behind a million pettiness. Lina who saw her eldest son like that gasped.

"Your apologies. Mama can't do much for you. Mamah also felt bad for Ayana who was constantly cornered by our extended family. Mamah-"

"Already Mah, don't keep apologizing it's getting burdensome for me. I hope Mamah can convince them that Ayana doesn't continue to feel pain." Zidan looked directly at his mother.

Lina nodded in understanding. "You take it easy, hopefully they can understand. Then Mama put up with your grandmother first. If things are better let's meet with Ayana, surely, yeah?"

Zidan agreed without saying another word. He watched his mother get up from her seat and start leaving.

The sigh sounded heavy, Zidan never thought the problems in his household were so complicated.

Now the problem of the child becomes the benchmark. He really felt sick when the shadow of a few years back just alight.

"O Allah, be patient. I'm sorry .. I'm sorry, baby," she rubbed her riled face.

As a victim of selfishness from himself, Zidan deeply regretted his past actions. However, the rice has become porridge can not be turned back.