Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 63
Two people are reunited by time. Many stories are woven into a rising asha.
Stories are just stories, the past becomes memories that cannot be repeated. Even if its existence is only a memory, but the memory will remain forever.
Sometimes it takes extra patience when the memory comes back.
It takes a lot of time to heal a wound, sometimes it takes a lifetime to forget.
It becomes a word that describes everything. There is no light to get out of trouble.
Only the pain and pain of his wounds gnawed the remaining happiness.
Ayana Ghazella, a child kara since the age of adolescence did not get the journey of life so smooth.
Whatever he decides to step up brings hurt. There are always obstacles and obstacles in the way.
At first he was very happy to be paired with the charming and famous pianist Zidan Arshan. The handsome, handsome man was like a prince from a fairy tale world that came out into real life.
However, it was not a fairy tale with a happy ending that he had, but only a catastrophe.
Event after event almost took lives in his own hands. The ins and outs of the whack wound become the forerunner of the pain it comes from.
The love of being betrayed, losing a child, and almost being abused makes Ayana Ghazella angry.
Lost confidence blinds the eyes of the heart and surprises the more courageous self in doing negative things.
That's what Ayana used to do. On his left arm was an incision just above the vein.
The right finger stroked it slowly ushering in a meaningfully radiated crescent arch.
"O Allah has many wounds that I have felt, can this time I have happiness?"
"Those are the words I once spoke. It is not instant to be in this situation, but the reply of all patience is indeed extraordinary."
"Allah forgives the servant if yesterday was full of error. In fact. almost violate the provisions of You. How can I.. cut myself and violate Your destiny? O God, my servant is very sinful."
"Thank you for the second chance you gave me" raced Ayana in her painting studio in her husband's mansion.
The room became a silent witness of what kind of rampage Ayana had ever wrought.
No one knew and no one could understand the situation. Only yourself and the roar of tears become loyal friends.
Husband goes with another woman without the slightest guilt after killing his own biological child.
In front of him was a large painting of a sleeping baby with white clouds.
His figure was like floating in the sky carried by the noon wind.
Both corners of Ayana's rancid lips curved faintly recalling the terrible events of that day.
Next to his hand stroked slowly his own stomach.
"God, after all these years you are here, baby. Thank you, because it will be a complement to our family," he whispered softly lowered his head.
Not long after the studio door opened, a pair of foot-levels slowly approached the pujaan.
Both hands rested on Ayana's shoulders and looked at the painting in front of her.
"Why are you here and looking at this painting again? Didn't you take the painting to the gallery?" ask Zidan in wonder.
Ayana looked up at a glance and smiled knotfully.
"I brought it back a few days ago. I'm just remembering our first child" Ayana replied later.
Zidan stiffened and his change in feeling Ayana.
"Just calm down, Mom. I'm not gonna bring up what happened. I just. I want to see this painting alone," said Ayana again.
Zidan turned before him and gathered together, holding both hands of his heart.
"I'm really sorry. How could I have been blind and deaf? Can't see and hear what's good. I'm so sorry, if time could play I wish I hadn't met Bella."
"The woman"
"Don't say that. Whatever happens is already a provision from God. Let's forget what has passed. We want a better future" said Ayana softly with warm eyes.
Zidan was moved instantly to hug his wife's body tightly. He placed his round head on Ayana's protruding belly.
With a pity the owner rubbed his hair smooth.
Not long ago a powerful kick from the baby surprised both parents.
"God." Ayana grimaced a bit in pain to get extraordinary things from the movement of the baby.
Zidan looked up again with Ayana.
"Mas feel? He kicked really hard" explained Ayana enthusiastically.
"You're right, honey. The kick is very strong." Zidan re-turned there was the stomach of his life partner.
"Honey.. don't kick too hard, pity Mama is in pain," said Zidan trying to communicate with the baby while rubbing it slowly.
He then gave a warm kiss deep in the surface of Ayana's stomach.
Watching the sweet things from her husband made the painter moved. Both pregnancies were very different from the first.
First pregnancy is full of challenges and obstacles. Nothing goes as smoothly as a shadow.
He thought with himself pregnant the husband can change, but in fact only wishful thinking.
"It's late, we better get some rest," Zidan took Ayana straight to her room.
The painter was happy to put his hands around the husband's neck.
The smell of mint makes it comfortable.
The head was leaning against Zidan's firm shoulder, hiding the face in the pianist's niche.
The warm breath that blows from Ayana makes her unable to think clearly.
In a hurry he took her to bed and laid her there.
Their eyes collided with each other, as if wanting the same thing the two closed their eyes together.
Unification is created over time. Zidan increasingly aggressively launched his action on Ayana.
Until not long ago, the shadow of a few years ago surprised the painter quickly.
The firm hands of the husband who was playing on his slender legs made him surprised not play.
Unknowingly he pushed the chest of Zidan's field to the point of making him fall down.
Ayana got up from lying down with a gasp of breath. Highlight eyes in sharp eyes looking at the husband as if he was looking at the enemy.
Zidan who witnessed his wife like that was very surprised. The bead is perfectly dilated with the heart racing.
"Sa-Honey.. What happened? Oh, not all this time"
"No! Please don't touch me. I don't want to lose another child. Nay! Please don't!" Ayana was stirring hysterically with cold sweat popping up at the temple.
In silence Zidan watched Ayana and a second later realized what was happening to her.
"Hey, honey. Listen to me-"
"No! Stop approaching. I don't want to be touched by you anymore." Ayana cuts off Zidan's words quickly, rejecting the presence of her husband who is crawling closer.
"Alright, I will not approach you. Now you sleep, well and don't get carried away. Pity our son, dear," said Zidan softly.
This made Ayana slowly soften. He accepts Zidan's presence again, which now helps him lie down and covers him to the chest.
"Good night, honey. If you're still uncomfortable I'll sleep on the couch."
Zidan floated a warm kiss on his wide forehead and after that carried a thin blanket onto the long sofa. Ayana also looked at him in silence trying to calm herself down.
"Astaghfirullahaladzim, what did I just do?" whispered Ayana.