Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 44

The first thing to think about when you open your eyes is gratitude to God. Because He still gives life a chance to keep changing for the better.

The direction that comes after the problem leaves is an invaluable gift.

Its presence is able to drain tears and strengthen from various problems again.

Although the istiqamah is not easy, sometimes faith often goes up and down, but never leave prayer. For prayer is the pillar of religion, and the link between a servant and his creator.

The green of rice fields overgrown with rice, as well as the blue of the sky, became one of the proofs of God's extraordinary creation.

The meaning in life that is still given in order to always enjoy the wealth of God is spread in this universe. However, never forget and darken the eyes if the pleasure obtained is from God. Be thankful for following all He commands and stay away from His prohibitions.

This is what Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa is feeling.

After finishing the morning prayer, he stood right in front of the window looking at the scenery there.

He kept thinking about how many times the favor God had given him over the passing of the troubles.

Although heavy, although sometimes the self wants to give up, unable to face all the tests he thought without end, now get the end point.

Allah guides and those who care deeply about him.

Many times the breath sounds heavy. All the feeling of tightness in the chest came crashing down.

The shadow when the answer was given to Danieal yesterday afternoon came back.

"I. I can't take it. Because for me now I want to focus on living my life and my heart. I'm too fragile to accept your heartfelt love." That's what Jasmine said yesterday.

"Why do I suddenly feel bad? Was I wrong to reject Danieal's proposal yesterday afternoon? But, I don't know if this decision is right or wrong."

"But..why am I nervous?" jasmine rubbed her left chest.

"O Allah, if it is best for the servant, then make it easy." A prayer also sprang from his ripe lips.

In a different place, precisely in the Zidan family mansion, the couple was enjoying sour, sweet, as parents.

Ayana kept vomiting incessantly. There was only liquid coming out of his pale mouth. Plus his head continues to pulsate increasingly making the painter's physical state is not careless.

"Are you okay, honey?" tanya Zidan was on standby beside the wife.

He also accompanied every difficulty that Ayana was going through.

"My head is so dizzy, Mom. The nausea also makes me more uncomfortable," said Ayana.

Zidan grabbed his wife and took her out of the bathroom.

He put Ayana on the bed and covered her in a chest.

"I made porridge first, yeah" said Zidan and then gave a warm kiss on his wide forehead.

Ayana nodded briefly and smiled weakly.

After Zidan's departure, his gaze was fixed on the ceiling of the room. Both eyes flickered softly and not long ago a rough sigh came out.

Next to the hand rubbed his stomach repeatedly.

"Allah thank You for all the graces You have given. May the pregnancy of the servant this time be smooth until our baby is born safely into the world" he murmured.

He also moved from lying down and leaning on the head of the bed looking at his own stomach.

"Honey, thank you for being in Mom's life. I hope we can meet you, son. Forgive Mom if something unpleasant happens to us later. Mamah.. still traumatized by what happened to your sister," she said again.

"Yes Allah protect the pregnancy of the servant" continued Ayana again.

A little while later Zidan came carrying a tray of porridge and a glass of water into the room.

Her lips flashed a big smile as their eyes met.

Smoke from the top of the bowl billowed slowly. Zidan put the tray on the nightstand and brought the porridge into his grasp.

"Special Porridge by Zidan Ashraf. Hope you like it, dear." Zidan scooped up the porridge earlier and pointed it at Ayana.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim, Allahumma baarik lanaa fiimaa rozaqtanaa wa qinaa 'adzaa bannaar. Aaa~ Darling," said Zidan as if to feed a child.

"I'm not a child, Mas" said the painter, taking a porridge from her husband.

"Em, that's delicious. Since when is cooking good?" ask again.

Zidan continued to feed the porridge made earlier to the wife while answering Ayana's question.

"Since... abandoned by you?" He chuckled softly and continued. "The days I have spent regretfully with you are very hard. Many servants resigned because my condition was unstable. After that-" In the middle of the story Zidan returned to feed Ayana.

"I taught myself to cook, too" he explained later.

The curvature of the crescent moon on the painter's beautiful face was more and more mesmerizing. Zidan was anxious and pinched the rosy cheeks of his lover.

He looked at the handsome face of his life partner. Ayana never expected such a thrilling time like this to happen.

The slender body was slightly leaning forward cupping the two jaws of the husband.

"Thank you for staying this far. Thank you for coming back to see me and not giving up to make up for all the mistakes that Mas made" said Ayana softly.

Zidan was not able to stem the smile to hear all the words of his beloved.

He gently grasped Ayana's arm and distanced his hand and was given a kiss there.

The caramelized bead continued to stare at the soft unraveled head that was still perched on the back of his hand.

"Mas." Call Ayana then.

Zidan looked up again with the adoration.

"I love you so much, Ayana. Ilove you... I love you so much." Zidan continued to mingle in words of love.

Ayana develops a sweet smile and pulls her husband's hands slowly and hugs him tightly.

Zidan's handsome face rested comfortably on Ayana's narrow shoulders. He also returned the hug was no less tightly expressed feelings with impulsive movements.

A few days later, Jasmine leaves the apartment for Ayana's gallery.

Last night he asked permission to start his new business there by making jewelry designs.

He also wanted to create some new works using crystal stones.

Accepting the request, Ayana also strongly allows Jasmine to use her gallery room.

Jasmine who got the approval was also very happy and grateful.

Not long ago the taxi he was riding arrived in front of Ayana's painting shop.

After paying the fare, Jasmine walked up to the front door.

The sound of the creaking door shocked the occupants inside. Seruni who was cleaning up the items in the storefront turned to find Jasmine there.

"Did Ayana tell you? From today on I borrow the room next to you," explained Jasmine.

Seruni nodded at a glance and faced the interlocutor completely.

"Mbak Ayana said it just now, Ms. Jasmine went straight to the room," replied Seruni kindly.

"All right, thank you." Jasmine also stepped into the room beside the cashier where Seruni served the buyer .

In his mind Jasmine kept thinking about the word Seruni just mentioned earlier.

He immediately dismissed all the confusion and did not want to bother.

"Maybe Ayana just gave him a message," Jasmine thought as she stepped up.

Not long after that Jasmine opened the door of the room and immediately stared to see a figure there. He turned around and greeted her warmly.

"Have you come?" tanyakanya.

Jasmine widened her gaze and approached while closing the door.