Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 27
The ups and downs of life continue to change, test after test comes into a complement that can bring good.
Tears become faithful friends when trouble comes. All sorts of wandering emotions formed a wishful thinking and hope.
The wounds of the past will remain, though time spins and time gives new memories. Yesterday's story cannot be written off, it is forever there and can only be forgotten and replaced for the better.
The events that befell Jasmine provide valuable lessons if life should be much grateful. Whatever happens, however the story passes, still take it well. Therefore, all these have become divine provisions of the Rabbi.
The sky was very bright this afternoon, the sun was shining brightly on every person on earth. Occasionally a cold wind comes adding to the cheerfulness.
Amid the hustle and bustle of activity going on out there, Ayana is enjoying the solitude. With a glass of cold drink he was in the back garden.
He sat on a bench watching ornamental plants thrive there. Her lips curled perfectly to see the flowers sway to and fro in the wind like dancing.
"Too many stories happened. Too heavy a test when viewed from one side, too figurative an ordeal to resuscitate. In fact, life is not free from demands and trials, but when looking at the other side there is goodness accompanying."
He sighed softly and looked up to see the clouds moving up there.
"Thank you God for giving events that bring miracles. You are Most Compassionate in giving goodness," he said.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the silence. His head in hijab leaned against the head of the wooden chair letting the mind relax for a moment.
In the midst of solitude, step by step someone slowly approached. The figure of the pujaan present walks to the back of his beloved wife.
He gives a soft kiss on a chewy object ranum nan sweet life partner.
Instantly, the bead of Ayana's moon rounded wide. Their gazes also collided with each other to explore the beauty of each.
The husband's charming lips curled perfectly, his two straight hands cupped the cheeks of Ayana warm.
None of them took their eyes off. Like the time stop seconds it also gives the couple the opportunity to enjoy harmony.
"I love you."
Three words flow, looking at the sense of hearing, to get to the deepest recesses. Ayana was speechless watching the shady eyes glorify the man of her dreams.
The heart beat of the two men was too tight for each other. His voice flowed to provide calm, earthy with the wind that flew the trees around.
Slowly, but surely Zidan's soft-grained head came back closer. As if understanding the wishes of her handsome husband, a pair of Ayana soot closed again.
A second later the union occurred. It starts with a soft touch turning wild. Such a position presents its own challenges for both.
The sun and the environment are silent witnesses of what the unity they are doing. Over time these impulsive movements become more sensual.
Moments later, their spongy object fight ended. The two looked back at each other with the crescent moon arch adorning their handsome and beautiful faces.
Zidan rubbed Ayanas red lips slowly while nodding his head.
"Very sweet," he murmured.
Ayana could not help but be embarrassed, her white face blushed, her eyes flickering adorable.
Zidan walked before him and gathered together, holding the hand of his beloved.
"I want to age with you, baby. To me, getting you back is a priceless gift. God has made you my wife. I'm sorry, I had a moment of hurt in your heart" Zidan said, expressing his deepest heart.
Ayana has no power to hold happiness, from then on the corner of her lips curved to form a perfect curve.
A second later Ayana threw herself tightly hugging Zidan's burly body. The masculine aroma he so craved back made him comfortable.
"I love you so much. Thank you for accepting all my shortcomings. I'm sorry I couldn't be the perfect wife for you. Because I haven't given any offspring yet. I-"
As fast as lightning Zidan pulled his wife's body and looked at her inside.
Stared so much by the husband, Ayana was stunned, not believing. This was the first time he had seen Zidan so seriously and there was a stroke of sadness in it.
"Don't say that, you're perfect in my eyes, baby. I'm coming back to you not just to get offspring, but. I want to age with you."
"No. Not only does it age, but I want us both to be in His jannah. May Allah bless him," said Zidan soft and delicate.
Ayana was again stunned, witnessing the seriousness of the husband. His heart was constantly struggling to get that recognition.
"Aamiin, thank you very much. I will try to be the best wife for you. I also want to age with you, and be in His jannah with you, Mas," I'm honest Ayana.
Zidan reviewed his smile and pulled his wife slowly back into his arms.
They hugged each other tightly channeling affection through touch.
Without both of them noticing, a pair of soot saw the expression from the second floor.
A woman in a white hijab smiling warmly watched the scene of the husband and wife drama in silence.
They are happy and happy with the love they have.
A second later his head looked up to watch the sky this afternoon.
"O Allah, thank You for all the favors you have given. Bless the household of Ayana and Mas Zidan, may they be the best husband and wife. And give the offspring of the sholeh and the sholeh, the aamiin."
A prayer of hope from Jasmine was uttered from her thin lips. The wind took over and flew him into space.
He smiled again considering Ayana's struggle so that he could see the colors of the real world.
Now he can see all that thanks to the help of Ayana and also the people around him.
"Ayana is a great woman who managed to pull me out of the dark. I still can't imagine that behind its rigidity and toughness, it holds a dark past."
"Em, I believe everyone has a different life story. From him we can learn to be grateful and get good."
"However, there are others who bring the opposite. They slumped and continued to slump until they eventually fell into the black hole."
"Fortunately, God still gives you the opportunity to change. No one knows what the future will be like, so trust and leave everything to God alone."
"God knows what is best for us, whereas we can only plan. O God, thank you for the journey of life that you have given," Jasmine murmured still looking up at the sky above.
His curvy lips vented the relief and pleasure he had. The food is precious and requires extraordinary hospitality.
Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa, lucky to feel and get a second chance that God has given.
"Jasmine!"
The shout surprised him, Jasmine lowered her head back down looking at Ayana waving her hand. He also returned it to make them smile at each other.