Tear Flower
Chapter 15's
Rain has been pouring down on the capital since the early hours of the morning. The sky mourned with gray clouds clumping up there. Occasionally the thunder was earthy with the wind blowing strong.
Today at the age of Ayana, twenty-nine, she must go forever. Funerals were held on Zidan's family land, and many of Lina and Arshan's colleagues arrived.
They also offered condolences for the death of the son-in-law. Behind the rainwater, Zidan was still pecking beside the mound of land that was still red.
He didn't care if his branded shoes were hit by mud, he just wanted to be there for a while. Both eyes framed by sunglasses still drain clear circles. He cried in silence watching the sprinkling of flowers that adorned the funeral of the wife.
"Mas, let's go." Bella came and held her arms strong. She tried to take her husband away, but could not.
"Why is his body like a rock?" his mind in silence.
"Take it off, leave me alone. You just go don't bother me," she said, releasing her circular hand on the arm.
Bella looked up to see her husband's red face. "All right then I go home first." Carrying the umbrella the woman walked away.
Instantly the water from the sky spilled over his sturdy body. Zidan was still crying and crying no matter what his clothes were soaking wet and cold. He continued to stand there whispering sorry repeatedly.
Behind the windshield of Gibran's car looked at his brother, deep down he could not bear to see it. However, he also realized that Zidan must feel how to lose someone so good.
"We'll just go, sir" he told the driver.
The car drove from the cemetery, behind Gibran's glass, looking up at the black clouds that were still faithfully clumped there.
"Good way, Miss Ayana. I hope I can find the best place on his side. I'm sorry I didn't take good care of you. May I also forgive Zidan, "his monologue in silence.
The clock has shown at half-eight in the evening, Zidan was finally home in wet clothes. Without caring anything he went straight into the room and looked at the room in silence.
A wrenching smile of feeling was present on his pale face. Zaidan swept the room that Ayana had occupied in silence. A bitter smile was present describing the heartache in the chest.
"You usually like the scent of lavender, I prepare the aromatherapy candles first." Zidan walked towards the nightstand and opened the second drawer.
"Here it is, I have to turn it on immediately so that Ayana can sleep well," he said while searching for a lighter.
In every corner, in every drawer that was in the room, he kept opening and rummaging through all the stuff that was there. However, the thing he was looking for was nowhere to be found.
Zidan was glued and realized that his wife was gone. As forcefully as he slammed the aromatherapy candle with the glass container onto the dressing table.
The sound of broken objects sounded loud, the glass also reflected its imperfect shadow.
Zidan looked at himself there, so pitiful with his face swollen from constant crying.
"Gurgh!" She screamed while pulling her hair in frustration.
He then fell in front of the broken glass that had become small parts. He cried and cried no matter if his body was shivering.
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In the middle of the night Zidan delirious, in his dream he met Ayana who asked for help. He kept calling out his name which was completely ignored.
He walked while embracing the friendly Bella leaving Ayana who was being dragged by a black hand. His voice that asked for help was so soft and full of pain.
He turned around and saw Ayana's body bounce off and then roll over and over to her. His blood-soaked body and face were staring at him.
On the sidelines of her gasping breath Ayana said, "To-long ak-u, save bay-i ki-ta. You are a murderer. YOU MURDERER!"
"Armghh!" Zidan got up from his long sleep and just sat down on the bed. Cold sweat poured out with a body shaking violently.
"Darling why are you screaming?" Bella who was next to him rubbed her eyes and narrowed her eyes to look at her husband.
"I'm not a killer .. I didn't kill anyone," she said.
Hearing that Bella frowned and got up from lying down. "Hey, Honey. What are you saying?"
"Don't touch me ... I'M NOT A KILLER" she cried loudly as Bella put her hand on her shoulder.
"What did you say? Who told you the killer? It's all right." Bella patted her husband slowly on the shoulder.
"It's still three and a half hours, we just go to sleep again" she asked and laid her husband's body back.
In silence Zidan glared at the ceiling of the room. The dream he had just experienced was still fresh in his memory. Again and again he cried in silence trying not to let out a sob.
He turned his body back to Bella while still shedding tears.
"Ayana," he whispered inwardly.
The next day, Zidan had a severe fever. Her body was hot and shivering, and Bella immediately contacted the family doctor.
Not long after, the doctor came and checked her condition. Bella, who was waiting outside, approached the man in a white suit, asking about her husband's situation.
"How's he doing, Doc?"
"Young Master has a severe fever, if the heat does not go down until later in the afternoon, it is better to take Tuan to the hospital. I was worried that his situation was getting worse, especially after the departure of the young mistress must have left painful memories. I'm afraid the young master is depressed. Then excuse me."
Bella nodded in understanding and invited him. After the departure of the doctor, he went into the room to see Zidan on the infusion.
He stood not far from the bed, clucking. "Sick everything, make people bother. What was he thinking until such a rain? Is this the end? I don't want to know .. I don't want to take care of it. All I want is his ability to keep up with my game" he chanted slowly.
In front of him the husband was holding a feeling of heat that spread throughout the body. His breath went up and down with such a high temperature.
His head moved uneasily as if he was avoiding something. Without worry and worry, Bella blushes her lips and passes.
"I'd better go shopping" he murmured.
"Amazio ... Melana ... Ayana. I beg you not to go .. Don't leave me. I'm sorry for making our son die. I'm sorry .. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry," she said.
With no one by his side, Zidan so longed for the existence of his first wife. In times of fever like that usually Ayana will come and take care of it well. But now it's all just memories.
He had Ayana gone and not to return. His words at that time had now materialized and he deeply regretted it.