Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 54
The future is not what you think it is. Sometimes it contains invisible wounds and provides unparalleled pain.
The future will come as time and time have been determined. Both good and bad, happy and sad, tired or blessed, already have their own provisions.
Pain is indeed sick, when you get the astonishing facts are increasingly struggling. If no one is standing by the side to let go of the anxiety, there is still God.
Her... Allah, until any time will continue to accompany and accompany. Whatever and all the provisions that come to him has become His destiny and plan.
The end of this life is only in the realm of eternity. Everything will be over and done, and start over.
The traces of life brought to nature later, that's what gives.
Life in the world is only temporary. Event after event that often comes crashing, giving up wounds so neat, and bringing pain is just a game.
The story will go on as the scenario owner wills.
Ayana becomes the protagonist in the story containing tears. A smile is only a complement after the storm of tears is gone.
Kemelut in the self contains dark clouds increasingly greeting. New facts are revealed after twenty years.
Father and mother died not because of a plane crash, but because of deliberate.
However, behind it all Ayana realized if indeed fate had spoken. Even if there was no fire, his parents would have died too.
He is just trying hard and strong to face all the newly revealed reality. He realized that God is the Owner of Life, whatever He wants will happen.
He also believes that one day true goodness and happiness will come along.
"I believe birds are not always trapped in cages. One day, if the owner has meridhoi then he will fly a breath of freedom. This test comes as a spear of strength to achieve success."
"O Allah, thank you, because you are still caring and loving. Servant believes behind the events that befall You are preparing for happiness," raved Ayana on the balcony of the second floor of her house.
This morning the sky seemed so cloudy, dark clouds were marching to give silence.
The cold wind came to greet the solitude, Ayana squeezed the strong iron barrier while closing her eyes tightly to enjoy every oxygen that God had given her.
The pleasure of a success makes Ayana relieved of the achievements made. He only dismantled all the decay of the elder Ashraf so that there would be no more victims like his parents.
"Mommy... Ayana knows, now you're calm in nature. You told me not to hold grudges and to always forgive the mistakes of those who have hurt us, I'm just a normal human being who often holds resentment and anger in people who have made you go."
"Mommy. Daddy. forgive Ayana. Ayana, not the good boy you expected. Ayana still hopes that the perpetrators of your murder and eight others can be punished severely. I-" Ayana has no power to continue her mess.
The tightness in the chest is getting hit hard. Tears flowed down both cheeks again and again, fading the heartache.
He silenced his mouth using one hand to hold the stuffing that increasingly appeared. Slowly both his legs were limp and he rested right on the iron barrier of the balcony.
There he cried so much to express all the irritation and pain that was still left.
"Only I can feel how much it hurts to lose you. Mom, dad, after your departure I was so hurt."
In the silence this morning, the sobs of Ayana sobbed into space.
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Day after day passed, the Basima crime process continued. Ayana and Zidan have fully surrendered to the authorities and are waiting for the results to be given.
After a few weeks passed, the court decision was finally handed to Basima. Elder Ashraf was sentenced to life after getting leniency from the sincerity of the victim, Ayana.
The painter asked the judge that Basima should not be put to death immediately, because the old woman must live to see everything behind bars.
"I'm not a good woman who just apologizes. I hope you enjoy the time of your life in misery," said Ayana directly faced Basima with glass as a barrier to both.
The old woman pounded him strongly making the warden at the back remind him to stay calm.
"What are you saying, huh? You're happy to see your own Grandma falling apart here?" basima nyalang.
Ayana grinned at her words just now. "Your grandmother? No Madam, since when do you consider me to be your daughter-in-law's granddaughter? Since you're in brackets here? What irony."
"If you don't forget, you've only thought of me as a maid, nothing more. Even our marriage never gets your blessing."
"The lady always demeans me, thinks of me as worthless. I once offered you to ask for forgiveness, but the opportunity was wasted. So, it's definitely not the answer I'm going to give?" racau Ayana further made Basima growled.
"You're such a brash kid, Ayana. You're shameless, don't know to be lucky, and you're ungrateful."
"You should be grateful for the help of the Ashraf family to be in the position now" he continued.
Ayana chuckled slowly feeling amused at her words.
"Really, I almost forgot. Thank you for the hurt Ashraf's family gave me in the end I was able to be in this position."
"Oh, how not to know my shame," said Ayana who increasingly strangled.
"Based on a brat! I think you're a good boy, considering the clothes you're wearing." Basima continued to rise, her voice muffled as the annoyance continued to peak.
"I told you that I am not a good woman. Clothes and morals are two different things, I dress like this is to do what God has commanded. So it has nothing to do with my morals."
"Regarding my morality, it is also not the Madam who has to judge it," Ayana replied without the slightest trepidation.
Basima realized that the young woman sitting in front of him had changed.
Ayana is not an innocent woman, does not know anything, is easy to use, and manipulated again, but her figure is now like a soldier who is brandishing a sword on the battlefield.
"I've been dealing with her wrong.I don't know if this day will come and the one who revealed everything is the woman we've always considered weak. Time has indeed succeeded in changing one's attitude," Basima's mind while continuing to pay attention to Ayana.
The painter again grinned back to return his gaze was not in the slightest.