Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 35
Grey clouds came giving droplets upon droplets of water descending from the sky. Night has come, its existence drains the void and loneliness.
The clock shows at eight o'clock right, in a spacious square-shaped room that a lot of relatives of the Ashraf family gathered.
They came in droves after being told that elder Ashraf had fallen ill. The family members did not expect and were surprised to get the information.
"Grandmother, what's really going on?" asked Zidan while clasping his frail hands tightly.
Basima looked at him softly and returned the hand of the grandson.
"Ta-tadi Ayana came here she. she made Grandma like this, son," he said.
"WHAT?" Everyone else said one word.
"What does Grandma mean? Making Grandma like this, what do you mean?" ask Zidan.
"He did something that surprised Grandma. The doctor said Grandma had a heart attack, how could this happen? What if Grandma died right then and there? Who is to blame?"
"O Lord thank you for making me endure" Basima ragged straight ahead.
"That's impossible, Mah. Ayana couldn't have done something so cruel" Lina continued to defend her daughter-in-law.
"You must not speak before there is evidence" Arshan said.
"There's no evidence? The waiter!" basima's shout made one of the servants standing behind the door rush in.
"Tell them if the woman walks into the mansion today" he said.
The female servant in her forties nodded and showed CCTV footage of Ayana entering the mansion.
Back, everyone who saw the scene was shocked instead of playing. Including Zidan, did not expect the wife to come to his grandmother's residence without telling.
"What did Ayana do?" ask Zidan back.
"Grandmother can't imagine it anymore. He was so cruel to threaten Grandma without feeling.. Can you imagine how shocked Grandma was? Oh my God Grandma's heart is almost out," the lie turned the facts upside down.
"Is that true, Mah? Well, if it's true that your wife is too much, Zidan." Mega is involved in igniting the fire into the game.
Zidan looked at the two, then turned to the back where all the family members were looking right at him.
They say the same thing, which is constantly blaming Ayana for the incident that happened to the elder Ashraf without knowing the truth.
Zidan, Lina, and Arshan try to defend Ayana. The three said it was impossible for the woman to commit such a heinous act to her own grandmother-in-law.
"We never know what a person's inner attitude is. It could look good on the outside, but it's rotten inside" Mega said.
"Auntie don't accuse me well, I wouldn't believe it without proof. Remember Tan, you're pregnant" Zidan said. Instantly Mega's confusion covered her distended stomach.
"What more evidence do you want Zidan? Now Grandma's almost dying and the CCTV footage explains everything. If your wife came this morning," to the Basima.
Zidan shook his head quickly as he got out of his grandmother's bed. "No. I won't believe what you're saying. Moreover, there was no evidence whatsoever regarding Grandma's conversation with Ayana. Then excuse me. I'll have to find out the truth myself."
Zidan turned around to leave, but his steps came to a standstill as he looked at Kirana. He walked over and whispered right next to his ear.
"I picked Raima up for a moment" she said and completely disappeared from the room.
The sight made the people who were there gasp. They were surprised that Zidan had entrusted his adopted son to a stranger.
They also just realized that there was Kirana who had witnessed everything.
"It's okay, can you come closer?" pinta Basima later.
Kirana nodded as she carried Raima walking towards the elder Ashraf who was still lying weakly helpless.
"Leave us both," he continued.
Everyone hurried out of the room and there were Kirana, Raima, and Basima.
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Not long after, Zidan returned to his residence. Arriving at the mansion he immediately sought the whereabouts of the wife.
Ayana was not in their room, Zidan came back out and immediately his dark brown bead immediately turned to the door at the end of the hall.
His premonition grew stronger and he believed that Ayana was behind the door. He hurried to go there and opened it wide.
Ayana, who was painting, heard someone's voice behind her.
Without heeding the husband he continued to spread oil paint to the canvas using a large brush.
Canvas larger than him that shows the gradation of one color, which is dark black. The white style that becomes identical to an Ayana when painting is also there are splashes of paint here and there.
Ayana did not heed this, for her splashes were like art created due to accident.
The sound of pantofel shoes echoed in the room and got closer. The masculine scent swept through the sense of smell, Ayana grinned knowing Zidan was already right behind her back.
"Before you berate me, you better find out the truth" Ayana said without stopping the movement.
He then took the blood-red paint and poured it into a bucket just under his feet.
His two moon beads scanned fixedly at the viscous liquid while continuing to grin. The bubbles produced on the surface also made Ayana fixated.
He was silent as a lump of ice without any intention to move a bit.
"Twenty years ago, pools of blood were so real in view. Losing two precious people became a crushing blow, like grasping water, what did one get? Nothing, just wet marks stuck to the palms."
"The injury will remain gaping as it did yesterday. That deep wound cannot be stitched or healed, it will forever remain and last."
"Years change, it turns out that the wound increases with an astonishing fact." Ayana crouched down, dipping the brush into the strong red paint gave off a distinctive sound as well as a considerable splash.
The liquid also hit his cheeks and half his body. The white gameplay is increasingly irregular and the more contrast shows red.
Ayana continued to grin again and again as the hand holding the brush trembled.
He pulled it tight making red paint splashed onto the floor, flowing, up to Zidan's shiny shoes.
A second later Ayana got up and turned slowly and immediately looked at her husband.
Zidan shuddered in horror watching the bright eyes with blood red color all over his wife's body make him fixated.
Zidan who had noticed Ayana was surprised instead of playing. He could not believe that the hijab woman right in front of him had changed.
The sight also made Zidan conclude that if it was true something had happened. Ayana could not have acted without concrete evidence.
"Does this have anything to do with grandma? Oh my God, what else this time?" gamang mind.