Tear Flower
Chapter 18's
Zidan continued to take medication to eliminate the hallucinations. However, all of that is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand.
He would scream again, apologizing for his guilt at a figure no one could see. The circumstances make Lina and Arshan worried, however Zidan is still their biological child.
No matter how much a child behaves, parents still worry if something happens to him. Every now and then both Lina and Arshan visit Zidan at the hospital.
However, after a month passed the condition still remained the same and there were no significant changes. Haikal as his personal psychologist did not expect to deal with patients like Zidan.
"Well we'll use the hypnotic method. Now please lie down and close your eyes" Haikal said as they began therapy.
Without saying anything Zidan obeyed his. The two beads are hidden behind the petals with both hands folded over the abdomen.
"Imagine if you're in a beautiful lake. What do you see there?" tanyanya.
Long Zidan did not respond making Haikal stare at the pale face before him. Until, "I see .. I see a white shadow.
"What kind of paradise?"
"Like ..a woman wearing a long dress and holding a baby."
"What are they doing?"
"They just kept quiet and smiled while looking straight ahead."
"Well, then what are you going to do to them."
In this session Zidan clenched a strong hand, Haikal looked at that and again said, "don't be rash and scare them. Say hello and give a positive response."
It appears that Zidan nodded in lying down trying to do what Haikal said. A few seconds of silence left the psychologist frowning when he realized that tears were flowing.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm sorry .. I'm really sorry," said Zaidan softly and forcefully held the defense.
"What did he say?" haikal asked, trying to refocus Zidan.
"He left ... he left without saying anything. He just looked at me cynically and just left. Wait ... Ayana, wait for me. I'M SORRY ... I'M REALLY SORRY." Instantly Zidan woke up and shouted with his hands as if reaching for something.
Haikal got up from his seat and gripped both his shoulders firmly. He was afraid that Zidan would go back on a rampage like any other day.
"Silence is just your emotion. Ayana ... is not here," he explained.
Hearing this, Zidan fell silent with a clear circle gliding unbearably. He was fully aware that the woman who became his first wife had died.
That figure had already disappeared he could not reach anymore. The crushing blow he had received, the events that had passed could not return.
Time will continue as it should, the wheel of life will spin as time gives opportunity.
The best, most sincere, loving woman like Ayana has been gone for good. Now all that remains are memories that cannot be repeated.
Regret, only regret could he accept. Time can pay for what has been done. Zidan continued to shed tears crying for his own actions.
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However, during that time also the memory of his friendship with Ayana continues to spin. Sometimes he still imagines a white figure believed to be his wife coming to haunt him.
Day after day Zidan's condition gradually improved. He began to be able to return to his activities as usual and slowly forget the pain that continues to gnaw the heart.
The two-story building flowed soft music echoing in every room. Tuts for keys piano is played so beautifully that it produces a subtle sound.
The feeling of a pianist playing there, both eyes tightly closed enjoying the chant of the song. In the middle of the game pounding pantofel shoes offset the piano. Zidan opened his eyes to see a private doctor standing right in front of him
The man who was one hundred and eighty-two centimeters tall smiled warmly as he held out a pamphlet. Zidan knitted his two sharp eyebrows together and stopped his fingers on the piano.
"What'sthis? What are you doing, Haikal?" tanyakanya.
Haikal Abizar, his personal psychologist smiled sweetly. For three months he has been together with Zidan to overcome the problems that have befallen him.
Thanks to his perseverance and patience, Haikal managed to get Zidan out of guilt. However, after the closeness was established the father asked him to be an assistant as well as a personal doctor who is always beside Zidan. Inevitably the thirty-year-old man also agreed to his father's request.
Because after all the Ashraf family has helped a lot, they even sent Haikal to a famous college. In return he would do anything for the young master.
"It's a music festival pamphlet, the planners there invited you to perform" he explained.
Zidan took it and looked at it carefully. The pamphlet shows pictures of various classical musical instruments, one of which is the piano.
"Classical music festival? Why did they invite me and why did you give me this?" tanyanya.
"It is time for you to rise again. How many fans are out there waiting for your performance? Don't disappoint them and don't waste the talent God has given you" Haikal said, folding his hands in front of his chest.
Zidan sighed softly putting the pamphlet on the piano. "I don't know, what ... I can still play on stage?" saddenedly.
"Zidan Ashraf, that's your name. A talented young pianist whose name has been heard to various countries. Although you currently feel insecure, but talent is still talent. You're still a shining star up there" Haikal said, building his confidence.
Zidan smiled wryly as he continued to look at the passage. "Well, since you have said it, set it as you please."
"That's the answer I want to hear."
Zidan nodded briefly and stood up from the chair leaving the psychologist alone. He walked with both hands in his pants pocket.
Haikal continued to watch him until the figure disappeared into the second floor. "At least right now you're trying to get up again and it's been really good."
Zidan remained silent in one of the rooms sweeping out all the corners there. The room was well maintained even though the occupants were long gone.
Three months, during that time Ayana's room was not occupied by anyone. A lot of memories that happened there made Zidan comment on a wry smile.
"How are you doing there, Ayana?" whispers lirih.
"You know, here ... here I miss you so much," he continued.
He then walked towards the big window looking at the star-studded night sky. The moonlight shone so bright, Zidan looked up to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the dark.
"I hope there you forgive me" he said.