Tear Flower
Chapter 25's
The fear is thinning, the dream has been buried with the memories of the past are increasingly evaporating. Hope remains hope, asha is stretched strong difficult to achieve.
The word happiness is like disappearing in the dictionary of life. Tears bear the silent witness to what wounds grow without being healed.
Trauma and depression become mental conditions that interfere with mental health. It is hard to believe and to open the heart to the new is the fruit of the dark past.
The love he has, like bile, drains bitterness spreading to the heart. There is no sweet word recorded in the history of the journey of marriage that has been built for six years.
Nestapa's lies danced beautifully, mocked and laughed at his folly. Love clapping one hand makes it difficult for yourself to open up trust again.
The dark story will continue to follow where the footsteps went. Ayana became one of the victims of so many sad stories in this world.
However, Ayana proves to herself if she is able to rise and try hard to face what has happened.
"It is difficult to forget the events that almost took away. O Allah, many wrong servants have thought to end everything. Servant does not look on if behind all this You prepare millions of good. Forgive the servant of Ya Rabb, if all this time too much complaining and giving up."
"And .. Thank you, Lord, for the strength you have given. Without You, the servant cannot be strong and strong through all this. You are the greatest penitent and the greatest screenwriter for the life of Your servant" the monologue of Ayana thought.
The streets of the capital city in the vehicle, he was trapped in a traffic jam that made him have to be silent for a while. However, it does not necessarily give aggravation, because right in front of him the king of noon returned to the contest.
The painting that God gave so reconciled the soul. Orange scattering, orange, melted into one presents a very beautiful twilight.
Ayana was flabbergasted and smiled happily to enjoy the beautiful afternoon sky that God had presented.
"Who is the favor of your Lord that you deny? Mashay Allah, so beautiful is your creation, Rabb. Twilight .. I really like it. Thank you for presenting a painting as beautiful and beautiful as this, O Allah," said Ayana while hugging the steering wheel of the car.
The two corners of his lips did not stop curving watching how shahdya the scene in front. Dusk has actually become a panacea for Ayana to heal the inner flutter.
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An hour later, he arrived at the shop again. Ayana parked the car and rushed inside.
Just as he opened the glass door, his steps came to a halt as someone moved from sitting. Their eyes collided with each other with hearts beating fast.
Ayana tried to neutralize the debate while trying to look fine. He could not admit his true self.
"Mom Ayana?" The masculine voice greeted.
Gibran, Zidan's brother came to him. He did not realize that at the event that night the second heir of the Ashraf family was present there.
He only knew that Zidan was invited. However, in fact Gibran came to meet the invitation as a newcomer designer.
"Sorry, who are you?" ayana asked tilted her head while smiling in a knot.
Gibran frowned deeply. "Ah, sorry. It seems like I misrecognized someone," the man replied clumsily.
Ayana turned around while putting her right hand on her waist. Watching the gentle smile, Gibran was flabbergasted. He tried not to look surprised when he found a woman who looks like his sister-in-law presents hope.
"W-what? You know who I am?" ask Gibran nervously. He believes the woman is his sister-in-law, proved that Ayana knew.
The hijab-wearing woman nodded her head. "You ... the second son of the Ashraf family, right? Em-" Ayana puts her thumb and index finger under her chin while looking up at something.
"Ah, Gibran Ashraf? Sorry, didn't welcome you well. Please sit down, I'll make you some warm tea" said Ayana, who made Gibran completely lose his mind.
His tongue was twisted, the words he wanted to throw stuck in his throat. He found Ayana like a stranger who really just met the first time.
He had misinterpreted that his brother-in-law was still alive. This woman before him was not the Ayana he knew.
Ghazella Arsyad, that's the painter's name. Between Ayana and Ghazella are two different figures.
"Mbak Ayana doesn't look as confident as this. Ma'am Ayana tends to be shy and introverted, but this woman .. is very charismatic and authoritative. Who exactly is he? Why is it so similar to Ayana?" the monologue Gibran in mind while continuing to pay attention to Ayana.
In silence Ayana also tried her hardest to hold back so as not to look awkward. He continued to stand up to calm his trembling body.
Seeing someone who treated him well made him unable to continue lying. However, he did all of that for his own good. He didn't want to fall both times into the same hole.
"Bak's sorry, Gibran," he thought.
Amidst the chatter they were doing, the shop door was reopened. The squeaking sound between the floor and the door distracted me.
Ayana and Gibran looked back to find the tall, sturdy man with a charming smile looking at them.
Ayana moved from her seat to welcome the arrival of her sister. "Oh yeah, meet my brother Danieal Arsyad."
Hearing and seeing the man right next door, Gibran looked up directly to him. He also looked up at that handsome face.
"A-ah, meet me Gibran Ashraf. It's been a pleasure meeting you," she's nervous again.
They also met each other. In silence Ayana knew what Gibran was thinking right now.
The surprise was not only there, the arrival of two middle-aged people made his heart beat fast. Gibran did not expect that the simple hijab-wearing adult woman with the middle-aged man beside her was Ayana's father and mother.
They get to know each other again to make Gibran's mind wither. He did not expect that the woman who resembled his late brother-in-law was someone else.
"I knew Ayana was an orphan. So, there's no way she's suddenly having a family now? Is it true that this woman is just like Ayanas latehumah?" mind's raging.
Ayana widened a meaningful smile watching the confusion from Gibran's eyes. "Mr has to do this. Because Ma'am doesn't want you to know that I'm alive. Not yet and maybe .. I can't tell you the truth. It hurts too much to be in touch with your family, especially your brother. Ma'am is really sorry to have faked death," he thought as he continued to pay attention to Gibran who looked clumsy after getting acquainted with the doctor's family.