Tear Flower
Chapter 23
Like pouring hot water into the bottom of the heart. The wound is draining pus as a sign of pain.
One week passed, Ayana who had returned to the capital had her own painting shop there. With the money that had been obtained, he was finally able to buy a one-story building to showcase his works.
The achievement was inseparable from the long struggle and tears broke. He thought he could not get back up and continue to fall into pain.
However, God strengthened him by one's intermediary. He brought Danieal and his parents who sincerely helped him.
For a year he was under their supervision. Danieal's parents also considered Ayana as their own child.
They are grateful to meet Ayana, where the woman is very similar to Eliza who likes to paint.
Ayana's presence is like replacing the figure of Eliza in their family. Together with the three people, he felt what a genuine warmth.
Moral and materil support provided them to make Ayana really able to rise again. He does not believe in being given three people who are sincere in loving him.
For this reason, for their sake Ayana rose up to repay the services that the Danieal family has given. He changed his name to Ghazella Arsyad, the last name of their family.
Aidan Arsyad, Celina Arsyad, and Danieal Arsyad are the three most valuable people to her right now. Ayana cannot waste the kindness of those who have shed their love and care for her.
Aidan Arsyad is the owner of the largest hospital in the capital. The family is a family of doctors where all members have the majority of the same work.
"Ayana, there-"
Ayana who was arranging the painting was staring at the nyalang Danieal. The man who worked as a doctor was surprised.
"Ah, sorry I accidentally mentioned that name. All right, Ghazella I'm getting a request from a new client" he said, holding a tablet.
Ayana approached and looked at the other person. "What request?"
"You're asked to paint someone. The name of the client from Carnation, em .. his name is like a flower," explained Danieal getting slower.
Ayana folds her hands in front of her chest with her eyeballs looking up. "It's a strange name. Why use a pseudonym? Is he a closed person?"
"Let's know, a lot of people are full of surprises in this world. Aren't you one of them?" danieal said then sat down at their back table and enjoyed the green tea.
"Em, bitter ... has not changed at all," he continued looking up at Ayana who was still silent.
"Life is bitter, Mommy. Well, when and where should I meet this freak?" asked Ayana who was also sitting in front of him.
Danieal turned his gaze to the tablet lying on the table. He looked at the email and read it carefully.
"Tomorrow you are asked to come to the address of Saloka no.80 white building, he said .. You will just tell the security there to meet Carnation and they will guide you," he explained later.
Ayana nodded in understanding and enjoyed the green tea with sweets. "All right, I'll come tomorrow. Then I'll finish the painting first."
Ayana also went from there without listening to the answer of the man she had considered the sister.
"He's really out of work" muttered Danieal looking at him and then drinking back his tea.
"Uh, so bitter," he lamented again.
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As scheduled yesterday, today Ayana came to the meeting place. He brought his own car, because Danieal was busy in the hospital.
Finished parking his vehicle he rushed in and greeted security there. He showed me an email on his phone and said he would meet with Carnation.
"Here is his room. He's been waiting for you since then," he explained, upon arrival they in front of one of the biggest doors.
"Master, your guest has arrived" the man said.
There was a baritone sound from inside telling Ayana to come in. After being invited, he walked to show himself to someone who was on his back.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Sir. I'm Ghazella Arsyad, the painter who was asked to come here" Ayana said.
"G ... Ghazella Arsyad huh? He also drives his own car ... Ayana can't take a car, can she?" his mind in silence.
"Master?" Call Ayana again when you don't get any response.
"I'm sorry."
Not long after the oversized chair turned around, as soon as their views met. Ayana could not help but be surprised to find the man there.
He tried to calm himself by gripping his work equipment, strong. He was sure that all this was planned.
"Oh, so he wants to make sure of me now? Take it easy I'm not the Ayana you know," Ayana thought in silence.
"Mr Zidan? I didn't expect it to be, did you, sir?" he is confident like a stranger.
Zidan developed a neutralizing smile when he could not believe the woman before him like everyone else. "That's right."
"But why use the name Carnation?" ask Ayana curiously.
Zidan got up from his seat and walked a few steps forward. "Can you come with me?" the question was without answering Ayana's question
Without waiting for his answer, Zidan set foot next to the room where there was a wooden door connecting to another room.
Ayana frowned both brows not understanding. To allay suspicion he followed where the man had gone.
The astonishment was getting stronger. Along the aisle he watched pink carnations neatly lined with small pots neatly arranged along the way. He stopped as Zidan looked back with a smile on his face.
"Please come in, I want you to paint me here" he said.
Ayana further stepped inward and instantly her maniknya rounded wide. The petals of pink carnations were scattered on the floor.
Where his eyes are pointing there must be the flower. In the middle of the classical piano room stands gallantly. The white wall paint contrasts so much with the large windows next to musical instruments.
The light from the king of the afternoon entered the place even more dazzling. Ayana was speechless inhaling the fragrance of flowers which somehow reminded her of the past.
He looked at Zidan who was standing not far from him. The pianist again curled the perfect crescent moon.
Zidan ducked down carrying a strand of carnations and looked at it closely. "Do you know what this pink carnation means?" Ayana shook her head even though Zidan did not notice her.
"Pink carnation flowers mean gratitude and do not want to forget someone. Do you know what this flower means to me?" For a moment Zidan paused his words while still looking down at a flower in his hand.
Alina was still clenching her mouth and waiting for what she wanted to say again.until a second later, the pianist again said, "I can not forget someone who has been ... I've been wasting it. This flower also symbolizes love and longing, for that -" Zidan raised his head and turned his head to the side.
Ayana who saw that expression was fixated and almost let go of her luggage. However, he regained consciousness as well as displaying a brief smile.
"I'm sorry, Ayana." A sincere and sincere voice welcomed making Ayana's heart beat too fast. He gripped his grip more and more while staring flat at Zidan who was still giving the look of my eyes.