Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 37
Zidan blinked, astonished. Ayana was like everyone else, he thought.
However, one thing is certain that these words were not a joke. There is a truth that Zidan does not know, but it is very painful for Ayana.
As a husband who is full of regrets about the past, Zidan interpreted Ayana's words as a request for help.
The two burly hands clenched firmly while looking at my wife. Without saying a word, Zidan directly lunged at Ayana's body, hugging her tightly.
The woman was surprised instead of playing, her nettle bead widened to feel the heartbeat of her life partner was too tight.
"I don't know what you've planned, but I'll stay by your side, Ayana. I love you so much and I have never pulled these words. Whatever you're going to do, I'm definitely supporting you" nan explained firmly.
Zidan's words flowed, looking up to the deepest recesses of the heart. Ayana was fixated, looking straight up watching the ceiling of the room.
The brush that was in his grasp was released to produce a loud sound. Zidan, who also heard him glued, knew his wife was shocked.
"I'll never leave you again. I promise you, you can prove it. Whatever you do, I'll support you, honey."
"I've learned from my mistakes, if losing you is a terrible event that I've experienced, and I don't want to repeat it again."
"I love you so much, dear," Zidan said from the heart.
Ayana still silently heard every strand of words coming out from her husband's charming lips.
"Let me be your knight, Ayana," he continued.
Ayana was again stunned, Zidan's statement touched her feelings.
Both of her slender hands were raised in return for the husband's embrace. He squeezed Zidan's back coat tightly while crying hysterically as he tried to shake off the painful facts.
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The clock has shown at half-ten in the evening. Rain flushed the capital from earlier, cold air was hugging tightly piercing the skin.
The thick red oil paint flows like blood from a former victim of violence. However, in fact in the studio was left a dark painting that had not been completed by the painter.
In one of the rooms, Zidan was bathing Ayana painfully. The woman sits in a bathtub bathed in warm water.
With a perfectly curved crescent moon on his handsome face, Zidan deftly cleansed his wife.
Ayana kept quiet to let her husband take over. From then on it was just a clear chocolate bead scanning what Zidan was doing.
Warm steam also splashed in the bathroom accompanying togetherness. The sound of rain being symphonic music accompanied the two.
Thunder was earthy with lightning striking out time and time again.
A little while later Zidan finished bathing Ayana. He took his wife to the main room and sat her in bed.
"For a while, I'll get you a nightgown" said Zidan, rising from the bed before Ayana.
However, before her feet stepped Ayana first clasped her wrists firmly.
Zidan turned to comment on the sweet smile and crouched back in front of him.
"What's the hm? Is something wrong?" ask Zidan gently while developing a sweet smile.
Ayana shook her head and lunged at her husband's body tightly. Zidan was surprised to feel his wife's body trembling again.
"I'm going back to fighting, do you want to support me?" ask Ayana later.
Zidan also released a hug while cupping his wife's two strong shoulders.
Her charming lips curved with warm eyes full of confidence.
"Don't support you, I will be a protective shield as a shield that stands at the front" Zidan said firmly.
Ayana reviewed the knotty smile and grinned softly. He took both of the husband's hands and held them firmly.
"Who?" ask Zidan again.
Ayana's reddish lips curved slowly forming a curve implying meaning.
"Chairman Ashraf, Basima Ashraf." Firmly Ayana without trepidation.
His voice echoed in the room, looking at the sense of hearing. Zidan was stunned, speechless to hear the name of the grandmother was triggered from the mouth of the wife's ranum.
Ayana who saw the silence of her husband again grinned. He also tidied the bathrobe and then moved from sitting and walked a few steps forward.
"Twenty years ago, my parents died. The reason for their departure was a plane crash. However, after further investigation it turns out that father and mother died caused by someone."
Ayana paused her sentence, looking back looking straight at the husband.
"Do you know who was behind the events of twenty years ago?" Ayana asked another question again.
He turned to fold his hands in front of his chest while leaning forward.
"Basima Ashraf."
The two words widened Zidan's gaze perfectly. The heart beat was too fast, cold sweat sprung up at the temple, and the burly body trembled uncontrollably.
Zidan moved, looking at his beloved wife.
"W-what? Grandma?" tanyanya did not believe.
"Didn't you believe it? Do you think I'm manipulating the story?" Anger Ayana saw her husband as if in disbelief.
"It's not like that, honey. Just-just"
Ayana cuts off her speech by lifting up a recording device she got from Bening.
The woman managed to get the evidence from colleagues who are experts in their field. Although many years have passed, but the digital footprint will remain until anytime.
A second later Ayana played the same recording played on Basima this morning. He told Zidan everything he knew.
The man works as a pianist and the businessman was glued like a statue finished sculpted. His dark bead flushed holding back the cry that could not be held back.
The clear liquid slid rapidly on the smooth cheek of the pianist.
Zidan rubbed it rough and then rubbed the huffed face.
"Astaghfirullahaladzim, what have you done in the past? So, this wealth is thanks to the intervention of my two in-laws? God, I didn't expect Grandma to do such a cruel thing." Zidan continued to rumble, beristighfar knowing the astonishing facts about the figure of the grandmother.
He never knew if Basima Ashraf had been the mastermind of the disappearance of his two in-laws.
He continued to cry, lamenting the mistake of the grandmother to his wife.
Both legs weakened, unable to support his own weight which immediately rested right in front of Ayana's eyes.
The painter watched this silence. Zidan looked chaotic, his heart ached like being drawn by an invisible sword repeatedly.
"Don't cry over things you didn't do."
"Now I know who I'm dealing with, how? Do you still want to continue?" ask Ayana curiously.
Zidan who was bowing his head while continuing to cry unsheathed. He was silent for a moment not directly reply to Ayana's question.
Not long after, he looked up while wiping away the traces of tears on both cheeks.
Their views collide with each other, flowing different eyes. The atmosphere around the increasingly cold drains irregular gallons.
Thunder that is still unpretentious gives lightning to make the light enter the room makes the atmosphere even more tense.
Plus the grin on Ayana's pretty face gives tension to the surroundings.