Tear Flower
Chapter 20's
One by one the truth was revealed, during which time Zidan increasingly felt a significant change in him.
The sense of loss continuously crashing makes it uncertain direction. Every day he busied himself with practicing the piano, venting his stifled longing.
He doesn't care about Bella anymore. He had hired a lawyer to take care of their separation.
Events that come continuously hit him increasingly cause regret. Sometimes he remembered his late wife, Ayana.
Like tonight, since this afternoon Zidan never stopped playing the classical instrument. The row of notes perched in front of him is a song of his own creation.
The clang of soft tones rattled the soul to drain the tears. The petals that are still closing are dripping clear fluid flowing down the cheeks.
The melancholic atmosphere added to the longing for Ayana's figure had disappeared in view.
"Ayana .. I'm sorry."
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In a corner of the village unspoiled by outsiders, a long-veiled woman was painting in the yard. Every now and then the morning breeze welcomed her, greeting her with a sweep on her beautiful face.
The extended hijab and the white robe that unfolds are swept away by the wind. Its existence is like a living painting that has the meaning of solitude in silence.
The sunrise painting printed clearly matched what he was looking at right now. Unexpressed means that he continues to brush on the canvas expressing his deepest feelings.
"Here, you get an invitation." Suddenly someone came and extended a golden invitation to her.
"Mas Danieal, how many times have I told you? Don't come all of a sudden, look at this .. My image is falling apart," he complained.
Danieal walked next to him and saw the painting was fine. "You're making this up, Ayana."
Ayana, the hijab-wearing woman immediately turned her head giving a nyalang look. "Don't call me by that name again. Ghazella .. That's my last name."
Danieal chuckled and distanced himself afraid of being exposed to the safest woman for about four months was in his handling.
"All right .. all right, Ghazella. It's hard, I'm more comfortable calling you Ayana."
Ayana clucked and finished her painting. Danieal folded his arms in front of his chest and watched the patient, whom he considered to be his own family.
"So, are you going to go to that invitation?" ask her back on the topic.
"It's not yet time" Ayana explained.
"When do you want? You know the person I hired to give your husband information already believes that. I'm lucky I have a partner who can work together. Forensic doctors, doctors in the capital, and the dead are our perfect plan."
"It's not easy to convince them. Because it can violate the code of ethics of medicine, but well .. the name also lives there must be a surprise. Lucky they want to help you, Ayana. Now that you're better known as Ghazella, even your paintings are very popular in the capital."
A few months ago Ayana had a pretty bad depression. Every day he kept on going berserk and raging no matter around.
He breaks things, yells, and sometimes hurts himself. There was an incision scar on his left wrist.
Without Danieal realizing that time Ayana slashed her own veins with blood splattered everywhere. Luckily, one of the nurses found her until she was finally rescued.
The condition makes Danieal curious about the past that Ayana has passed. He thought it was impossible if the woman was very depressed due to the incident of an old man who almost abused her.
After approaching Ayana subtly, he opened up and told Danieal everything. The doctor who doubles as a psychologist also understands and is concerned about his condition.
Betrayal, lies, even to the point of taking the life of his own son into a crushing blow that could not be easily taken for granted. As a result, depression and trauma become the fruit of events that continue to happen.
The doctor encouraged him to help. Danieal was the first child of the Arsyad family. He is the sole heir to the capital's largest hospital, but his whereabouts are highly classified.
Because his parents wanted Danieal to pioneer the struggle from the bottom until he could accept responsibility as the head of the hospital. He had a younger sister, but died when he was twenty.
Her sister Eliza Arsyad is depressed. Because of a terrible event. Just now he was sitting in college, a teacher whose name was already big raped him continuously.
The condition makes Eliza slumped and has no spirit of life anymore. He does not want to eat or drink which makes his condition more worrisome.
Every day Danieal kept hearing the heartbreaking cries of his little sister. Famous doctors until psychologists have been brought in. Unfortunately, no change happened to Eliza until she died.
This feeling makes Danieal not want to see anyone who is depressed experience the same thing. His first meeting with Ayana at that time, he accidentally saw her walking in a narrow alley.
Curiosity arises makes him follow them and his suspicions are true. Ayana was almost harassed, lucky that Danieal watched her and foiled the old man's indecent actions.
From then on he helped Ayana to be free from her depression. He also asked for help from his parents and they allowed him to. Because whether or not Ayana's existence is like a cure for Eliza's loss six years ago.
As fate had already designed, Eliza and Ayana were born in the same year. They also have a similarity that is landing on the left cheek.
"I hope you can face it .. I don't want you to be the same fate as Eliza" Danieal said after recalling what had happened. His gaze also fell on Ayana's left wrist.
Ayana looked up and followed her direction. He lowered both hands on his lap and grabbed his left wrist firmly.
"Calm down, I did have a chance to do something tangible, but God has made me aware if life. The test came because I was the only one who could pass it. Thank you Mas, all this time have been patient to help me," said Ayana staring into her own painting.
Danieal nodded, during this one month Ayana had managed to rise up and hone her talent into a painter.
His works have been in great demand by connoisseurs of art at high prices. Danieal is grateful that Ayana is no longer crying and is more determined to live life.
Positive activities that make it can rise from the slump. He also did not expect that Ayana had extraordinary painting talent.
"I can't wait to see you shine, Ayana," Danieal's mind then looked fixedly at Ayana.