Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 16
Day H arrived, all the invited guests came to the music building in the city next door.
Classical music fans continue to come wearing their best costumes.
Not only classical music, but other music is also presented there.
Artists, celebrities, businessmen, and rulers were present to enliven the event.
The reporters also seemed busy here and there photographing the whereabouts of important people there.
The camera lens continuously scanned the guests present enlivening the event.
Until not long ago, Zidan's luxury car was present and stopped right on the red carpet.
The sliding door of the four-wheeled vehicle was opened featuring the star which will currently give its best performance.
Zidan got out of the car and took his beautiful wife in a crystal stone-studded ash dress twinkling in harmony with her husband.
They walked side by side together greeting each greeting reporter.
Not long after, they arrived at the arena with photos. Zidan gave his signature first on the large banner and went back to greet all the reporters.
He was asked to style there, but Zidan invited his wife to take a photo together.
"No, I'm here" said Ayana, who was not far from her husband.
"No dear, I want to take a picture with you" Zidan took his wife over.
However, the photographer gave Ayana direction to pull over to the side. The painter agreed, but Zidan forbade him from leaving.
"I wouldn't take a photo if my wife wasn't allowed to come" Zidan said.
The action immediately made a scene of people there, especially women.
They are very fascinated by the kindness and sincerity of Zidan in appreciating life partners.
The photographer who was doing his job was embarrassed. He's been wrong in treating the wife of an important person tonight.
Getting support from people around, Ayana also took pictures with her husband.
After that brief incident many articles were misleading Zidan Ashraf.
Ayana who is now sitting on the bench facing the big stage was amazed.
She was happy that her husband really appreciated her as a real couple.
"Alhamdulillah," he thought thankfully.
One by one the talented people also gave a show.
Until not long ago Zidan's turn arrived.
The blink of an eye the lights around them dimmed leaving darkness and a second later one of the spotlights on the stage emitted a single object there.
Zidan sat opposite the piano.
His ten fingers were ready to float in the air right above the piano keys.
Not long after the soft song.
Everyone who loves classical music is amazed.
The figure of Zidan Ashraf as a talented young pianist is timeless.
His ability is still as dazzling to his fans.
Although he was hit by a shock due to the problem of elder Ashraf, and the name Zidan was dragged along, but the man proved that he was still worthy to shine.
One by one Zidan's own songs were also played.
The soft, meaningful song reached the innermost hearts of the guests.
There are also those who shed tears in the atmosphere.
Whispers by whispers were heard around Ayana. He did not expect Zidan to give an extraordinary show.
"I'm sure the song was created specifically for his beloved wife."
"That's lucky for that woman, I'm envious of her making."
"I also want to have a pianist husband like her."
"The woman was really lucky to be with him. She's so romantic."
His beautiful manic continued to look at the husband who was still giving the last game.
Secretly, their eyes looked at each other.
Love speaks through the eyes of both. Their deepest feelings are conveyed in silence.
Not long after that Zidan game was finished. He gave a brief speech about the song.
"Four songs that I just performed is. My expression of how amazed the figure of Ayana Ghazella. She's the most precious wife and life partner to me."
"I'm lucky to get it back. I love him so much" Zidan said, inviting applause.
All the women present were moved by the sincere feelings of a Zidan. The pianist very romantically treated his wife very well.
He appreciates with all his heart his life partner.
The words that the people were saying back alight to Ayana's sense of hearing.
He was moved and amazed at the actions that were re-imagined by the husband.
Unknowingly the tears rolled so fast. It also did not escape the camera.
The scene was filmed on a glass screen.
Jasmine who was still in the hospital was also happy to see their togetherness.
Similarly, Danieal, grateful that his sister could be loved by the man who had hurt him.
That regret is anchored in sincere feelings.
"Thank God Ayana" muttered Danieal silently.
Jasmine who was next to him also turned a short head, understanding how a big brother felt towards his little sister after a big storm came crashing down.
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After the event was over, reporters came in droves to approach the charming couple.
As a knight, Zidan instantly protected Ayana from the noise of the questions constantly being asked.
They just give the answer and leave from there.
A few minutes later, the two arrived at a room. There they took a short break to receive letters from Zidan fans.
Until not long ago the door of their room was knocked on by someone.
Ayana who was helping her husband clean her thin makeup rushed to the door.
He opened it and immediately their eyes met.
"Hello, can I talk to you, Miss?" Ink's warm.
Ayana who was looking at him in silence nodded her head briefly then invited him in.
"Include me Alexa. I heard your piano playing Mr. Zidan. What a beautiful game. To the extent that I shed tears," said the middle-aged man.
"Oh thank you very much Mr. Alexa, I'm really happy to hear it" replied Zidan who was sitting opposite him.
Ayana was busy cleaning the makeup on the dresser.
Secretly passing through the mirror in front of her Ayana noticed the foreign man.
Its existence somehow makes Ayana feel not careless, as if there is something she will face again.
However, he shook his head to shake off the shallow thought.
Until in the middle of his busyness again the heavy and hoarse voice immediately greeted him.
"Aren't you Ayana Ghazella? Famous painters with deep meanings?"
The question attracted Ayana's attention who immediately looked back.
The look of her milk chocolate bead collided with the look in the eyes of the middle-aged man there.
As if there was something behind the smile Alexa gave, both of Ayana's eyebrows shriveled slowly.
"Somehow I feel an uncomfortable feeling. This middle-aged man..who is he really? I. I must be careful," he thought vigilantly.
The radar is back to work on something not profitable.