Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 25
Ayana was back staying at her parents' house and could not keep her husband's promise. After his meeting with his mother and grandmother-in-law, anxiety lurked.
The words of elder Ashraf continued to ring, making themselves trapped between surviving or letting go.
Everything seemed to be in a circle full of falsehood, but at any rate Ayana was trying to stand in her position.
"Mas." Call Ayana to Danieal who is changing the bandage in his palm.
"Hm?" the handsome doctor replied it was short.
"It's not too late if I-"
"What's? What are you thinking?" Danieal cuts Ayana's words quickly while looking up at her sister's iris.
Ayana was shocked, snatching her back slowly catching the surprised face of her brother. He pulled his hand again and said a short thank you.
Danieal who was sitting opposite him also cleaned the medical equipment into the P3K box on the rectangular table.
"Are you thinking of parting ways with Zidan? Hey Ayana, do you think getting divorced is a good deed? Although it is permissible, God does not like it. You-"
"Yes I know, I know it. Then, what should I do? His family really cornered me to get a child. What am I supposed to do?" Ayana keeps on messing around.
The tightness in the chest increasingly rose to the surface making tears seep behind the petals. Ayana cupped her face in the palm hiding the sadness.
Seeing that Danieal was fixated, this kind of situation reminded him of the past.
Just as he was getting out of the chair, the mother's shrill voice was shocking.
"Astaghfirullah, what happened? Why is Princess Mamah crying?" Celia hurriedly approached Ayana then sat down next to her and instantly pulled that trembling body into a hug.
"What did you do to Ayana?" tanyanya nyalang on the first son.
"What's? I didn't do anything" defended Danieal. "Princess Mamah is just sad. Zidan's extended family cornered her with the question of when she could have another child," she explained later.
"What's? I-they, what?" asked Celia surprised.
"They terrorized Ayana when she had another child" Danieal said a second time.
"WHAT? COULD BE! DON'T THEY KNOW WHAT AYANA'S BEEN THROUGH TO RECOVER FROM HER TRAUMA?" The voice of the doctor's mistress blared into all corners of the room.
Celia forgot the tatakrama, as well as the elegance within her. He breaks away from all the rules that have been attached to him since childhood when it comes to his children.
The simple hijab head lowered down watching the princess continued to sob.
He stroked Ayanas back slowly channeling strength.
"Dear, don't cry anymore. Mom knows what you feel. That time, after Eliza died, your father's entire extended family blamed Mamah. She said Mamah wasn't a mother and failed to protect her daughter."
"The "painful words continued for several months. Mama's hurt, really hurt. Losing a child plus being blamed, becomes a crushing blow. Until Danieal, who was not strong enough to see Mamah treated like that, decided to leave."
"You know where he went? Danieal came to a village where he met you."
"When you first heard your story, Mom was very sympathetic. Danieal also showed me your picture and how surprised Mamah is, if you look so much like Eliza. It's just that Mamah's little princess is too thin and not veiled."
"Just look at you from the picture Mamah already loves you, son. We had a discussion with the extended family that finally accepted you to be part of this family."
"They're glad there's someone who can fill our void. Ayana and Eliza, you're amazing kids. Do not give up on Ayana, you should not fall into this situation, like Eliza," said Celia at length revealed the story she had gone through.
While rubbing the frail body of the princess continued, Celia recalled the events of the past years.
"No Mah, Eliza's not down. Instead she is an extraordinary woman, still able to survive the condition of breaking feelings. Eliza, a very great woman," said Ayana, making Celia unable to stem the tears.
The clear liquid slid so quickly that it made both of them gasp. Ayana cupped the beautiful face of the mother and wiped her tears slowly.
"Thank you, thanks to Mamah I was able to survive until now. I ... love Mama, my father, Mas Danieal, and your extended family who have accepted me. Thank you," continued Ayana, with a trembling tone holding back tears.
Celia nodded without saying anything. All the words that wanted to be thrown were instantly stuck in the throat.
The mother and child also hugged each other again ignoring Danieal who had watched their scene like a television drama.
"Thankfully, Mamah and Ayana do need each other's presence. O God, take care of our family" he thought in silence.
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Early in the morning, Ayana, who had just stepped down from the second floor, was shocked to find her husband sitting at the dinner table with his father.
He walked closer making the two men of different ages turn in the same direction and stop the conversation.
"Oh honey, are you down?" greet Adnan with a big smile.
"Yes Dad," Ayana replied briefly then looked at Zidan, "when did Mas come?" tanyanya.
"Twenty minutes ago, I came to have breakfast with you" she explained.
Ayana just nodded then sat opposite her. The atmosphere around them felt so strange, she had not seen her husband since yesterday afternoon.
After his meeting with the elder Ashraf, he decided to return to the residence of the Arshad family. There Ayana talked a lot with her mother and sister.
Not long ago Danieal also came complete with a black shirt that is attached perfectly to his athletic body.
He was surprised to see Zidan there and sat next to Ayana.
"Oh you're coming?" he took a piece of bread.
"Yes I came to have breakfast with my wife" he said.
Danieal nodded slowly, his hands did not stop working on applying jam on the surface of the bread.
"Have your wounds healed? I see your face is still a little swollen," said the doctor again starting to enjoy the food.
"Oh this." Zidan touched the right cheek that was hit by his sister-in-law's blow the other day. "It's getting better," he continued.
"Good, I'm sorry I hit you" Danieal said.
"What's? Why did you hit your sister-in-law, huh?" sambar Adnan looked closely at his first son.
"It's just a misunderstanding. You don't have to worry," Ayana replied trying to break off the conversation.
"Oh you've gathered apparently, let's have breakfast!" take Celia while carrying a plate of side dishes she made with the household assistants.
Ayana immediately moved and petrified them to bring it.
A few moments later the five of them started to enjoy breakfast. Accompanying babbles for the sake of soft babbling further builds family intimacy there.
The maids passed by to serve their masters, they were happy to see the familiarity at the dinner table every day so reconciling.
Neither Ayana nor Zidan, they did not discuss yesterday's events. Both of them were caught in a warm situation going on there.