Tear Flower
Chapter 2's
Silence in the room smelled of paint into opium when sadness crashing. Loneliness and the void that continues to greet themselves endlessly come. Tears do not dry out over time.
Ayana tries to survive the fact that her husband has become a double. He flees into his own world, his fingers constantly dancing on the canvas pouring abstract images.
The studio at the very end of the magnificent building became the only place for him to complain. During her stay there, Ayana often spent time painting to pour out feelings.
"Until when do you stay here? It's been one night, aren't you going to sleep?"
The sound she had so badly memorized, Ayana wiped the tears slowly leaving the red paint on the cheeks. He then turned his body staring into the bead of the husband.
"Is there anything you want to say? Sorry maybe?" ask Ayana.
Zidan snorted, both hands in his pants pocket. He behaved and walked closer. Ayana's eyeballs continue to follow where her husband is going, until they face each other.
Zidan's charming lips widened perfectly, he drew both hands and placed them on a canvas stand. His beautiful manic continued to look at the wife who was looking up.
"I'm sorry you said? There's nothing I need to tell you, Ayana," she said coldly.
Ayana widened her eyes of surprise, how insignificant is her presence in the eyes of the husband? As much as possible he endured the intense pain in his chest by clenching his hands tightly.
"Why? Why did you do all this to me? What have I done until I wish for our marriage? Did I make a mistake?" cerca Ayana propped it up with a question.
"Yes, your existence is indeed a mistake," sambar Zidan quickly.
Ayana was again fixated on the answer given. He got up from sitting and shook his head.
"Why?" One word represents everything.
"Because your existence buried all my dreams. My father, mother, and sister like you so much that they even gave you half of their fortune. I can't marry Bella officially because of you. Your arrival in my life is like a parasite that continues to harm what you want to achieve. Can ... can you just disappear in this world?"
Word by word that was inscribed from the reddish lips it caused one wound at a time. His incision gaping as the clock ticks on the wall.
Ayana could not say a word to answer the husband's words. So strong and great was the love he had for Zidan. He did not expect that in the sixth year of his marriage was given the most terrible gift.
"What day did you forget today? Today is our sixth wedding anniversary. Thank you for the gift that Mas gave me, I really appreciate it and-" Ayana disconnected her speech then walked a few backwards pulls the white cloth that covered one of her paintings.
"This is the gift I want to give you. Congratulations on the sixth award that Mas won as a famous pianist. I'm so proud, '" he continued, trying to smile with tears flowing.
After saying that she lifted her foot from the front of her husband leaving a void in the studio.
Both of Zidan's irises were glued to the painting in front of him. Ayana drew her figure playing the piano on the clouds.
The gradation of the image mixed with oil paint is so beautifully piercing the view. As if sucked into it Zidan was silent for a moment fascinated by the painting that his wife gave.
He walked over and saw a small sign in the bottom corner that read, "Welcome to our sixth marriage. May you be a pianist who can inspire many, I love you: Ayana."
Zidan snorted and dropped the painting on his stomach.
...***...
Last night Ayana thought not to give up in her stormy household. He can't let anyone ruin his marriage which is expected to happen once in a lifetime. He must survive and make Zidan as his whole. Although he had to bet with Bella, a friend during school.
Forgetting the past, as usual after carrying out her obligations, Ayana prepared breakfast for her husband. The kitchen was already like a second friend to him, there he expressed his feelings again and poured on the cooking.
The various foods presented on the table, all of them were Zidan's favorites. After six years of living together, Ayana had all her favorites and not her husband.
"Wow, you cooked all this? Why bother preparing breakfast? Anyway, my husband and I won't eat it."
A graceful voice greeted, Ayana turned her back to see Bella standing in front of the dining table. A mocking smile was so obvious given.
"I didn't cook all this for you. I made it for Zidan, my husband!" emphatically.
Bella chuckled and folded her hands in front of her chest. "Until when do you want to survive this unhealthy marriage? Didn't I say if .. I come back then Zidan's mas will be mine."
"We'll see who wins" Ayana replied, not to lose.
Not long after that the figure of the man being talked about came. The masculine scent greeted their smell. Ayana arched the perfect crescent moon and walked over.
"Let me put the tie, Mas," he said as he was about to take the tie that was in the middle of Zidan Teng-teng.
However, Bella immediately grabbed him quickly without giving him a chance.
"You don't have to work hard to help, let Bella do it" Zidan said later.
Bella smiled with satisfaction and turned her back to Ayana to put a tie in the collar of her husband's shirt.
Seeing the scene as if slashed open, Ayana could not bear to watch the romantic scene right in front of her. He escaped by continuing to cook.
"Darling, what if we had breakfast outside today? I haven't eaten our country's food in a long time" Bella said.
"I've already thought about it. I want to take you out to eat. .. I'm tired of eating home-cooked meals" replied Zidan.
Hearing the words Ayana stopped her movement. He turned his body again looking at the loving views of the two figures.
"But Mas, I've made your favorite food," he said.
Zidan glanced at the table and looked at him. "From today it's not my favorite food anymore. I hate him so much, you made him."
The glass tub broke his heart was torn apart instantly. Ayana was silent on the cold attitude the husband gave.
"Let's go, baby," Zidan asked as he wrapped his hands around Bella's slender waist.
The woman smiled triumphantly while glancing at Ayana. Without feeling, the two of them just left home.
Again and again tears flowed unbearably. Ayana dropped the spatula and let herself sit on the cold marble.
He cried all his effort from earlier was wasted. Her husband had completely changed, he was getting colder and heartless. Without a heart, Zidan blatantly incised invisible wounds.
"Am I really worthless in your eyes? What have I done? I just love you .. I love you so much," he said.
Love can sometimes make a person dark in the eyes and not think rationally.