Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 64
The night was getting late, the surrounding situation was very quiet and silent. No sign of life was felt.
Ayanna was still awake, unable to close the eyes of the goods for a second.
Events a few moments ago fresh in the memory make the guilt more rampant.
He was facing to the right side looking at Zidan already closed his eyes tightly on the sofa.
Tears simply flowed, long sighs rang out loud casting silence.
The room that was only illuminated by a sleeping lamp did not clearly show the whereabouts of the husband. Ayana was biting her inner lips strongly, feeling guilty.
"Why did I do that? Oh my God, is the trauma of the servant back again? I don't know why the events of that year were clearly remembered. Like Mas Zidan"
"No, of course not. Mas Zidan has changed, what do I do?"
"Astaghfirullahaladzim, O Allah." Ayana continues to be privileged to hold back the inner turmoil that comes crashing.
He never knew if the events of that day could be recalled. He could not control himself over the painful memories of spinning a tangled cassette tape.
Fear, worry, anxiety, and other negative thoughts go together. Emotions accumulate that immediately explode, making Zidan have to give up and leave him alone.
Regrets come to make a bad feeling. Ayana got up from lying still looking at her husband.
He let out a rude sigh trying to calm himself from the shock coming over.
Not long after that, the baby in the womb kicked several times. Ayana gasped as if the little angel was awakening her from anxiety.
"You also asked Mamah to apologize to Dad, right? All right then let's do it. Mom's sorry for you, too, baby."
"Are you surprised? You can't believe Mom did that to Dad, can you? Mom's really sorry."
"Alright then, let's approach Father" Ayana whispered.
He got up from the edge of the bed and walked slowly to Zidan. After a while, she stood right next to her husband.
The sense of regret was getting stronger, he rested there while looking at the peaceful face of his beloved man.
"Darling. I'm really sorry. I can't control myself and that fear just comes."
"Did I hurt you? Did I hurt you? Have I disappointed you? Sorry, I didn't mean to"
"No dear!"
The pair of petals in front of him opened revealing again the dark bead that was now looking at the clingy Ayana.
He gasped in disbelief Zidan opened his eyes after hearing what was said just now.
"W-what? Didn't you sleep?" ask Ayana nervously.
The knot smile expanded slowly, with Zidan's hand raised stroking the wife's warm cheeks.
"How can I sleep? If you're just like this? I'm so worried about you, honey. Sorry. I'm sorry if I was selfish. I only think about my own desires without thinking about your feelings."
"I'm sorry. I'm guilty, I just forgot about it. I-"
"No Mas! Don't keep apologizing.I'm the one who should be sorry. I.. I. I am not fully healed of that fear."
"Trauma this"
Back, Ayana had not yet finished her sentence, Zidan rose from sleep and immediately lunged at his wife's body tightly.
Ayana was in disbelief. His heart almost stopped beating as it also received unexpected treatment from Zidan.
"It's okay. It's all right, honey. I understand. I know what it's like to heal from past wounds."
"Trauma and depression is not easy to forget. Don't apologize, we can handle it together" whispered Zidan, Ayana increasingly widened the view of disbelief.
They embrace each other trying to calm themselves down. It is not easy to recover from past wounds, it is not easy to forget painful events for just a moment, it takes an extra and big struggle to get through it.
Especially if you give a second chance to the perpetrator, it takes a spacious heart that is not small.
Ayana and Zidan both calmed down the anxiety by hugging each other. The heartbeats of both are in rhythm with the warmth of each body strengthening each other.
...***...
The clock shows at half twelve in the evening. Just a moment ago Ayana let go of the husband's embrace and stood in front of him.
Both hands were outstretched pushing the chest of Zidan field to make the back of the owner stumbled on the head of the sofa.
The jet-black disembodied head looked up at the pair of caramel soot before him.
Highlight the resolute eyes of an Ayana scanning her man who was below. I don't know where the painter raised his leg and just sat in the lap of her husband.
His finger jemari lentiknya full of sensual temple pujaan. His hunting breath revived Zidan.
He gripped Ayana's wrist slowly and pulled her away.
"Don't force it, I won't if it's up to you"
Zidan's words are interrupted when Ayana gives a deep kiss. The manic is wide-eyed do not believe in the brave actions of the wife.
The game also made him complacent, Zidan was carried away and immediately took over.
A few moments later their union was broken. Salivary thread stretched between the two chewy objects.
Breaths that hunt each other signify the deepest desire. With gentle treatment Zidan rubbed around Ayana's mouth using her thumb.
"Why?"
One word contains millions of worries within.
"I just want to fight this pain and relieve the trauma. I can't keep getting stuck in it and making you hurt, '" Ayana replied as she rubbed her jaw gently.
Zidan smiled widely, pulled back the hand of his lover and gave a kiss on his palm so deep and solemn.
The two eyes closed tightly into the warmth that was increasingly snatching. The feeling of joy continues to buzz in the mind.
Not long after her petals opened again showing firmness and seriousness as well as the look in so slick eyes greeting her.
"Is it okay? I don't want to hurt you, too, honey. Really. I'm fine. All-in"
Again and again Ayana cuts the words by cupping the handsome face of the husband and gives a slap slowly there.
"No! This marriage is based on two people, not only Mas, but me as well. Therefore, I do not want to make the state of our household runyam just because of my trauma alone," he explained again.
"Because it helps me escape this trauma" Ayana continued.
"All right, I'll help you as much as I can. Because from the beginning I caused that trauma. So let's hold hands to start all over again" said Zidan answered nodding his wife.
Delayed activities are resumed with impulsive movements. Slowly Zidan floated again the action.
This time it is softer than usual to make Ayana comfortable. He will not do anything that can reawaken the trauma of the wife.
He did not want to see Ayana scared anymore. Seeing it like that is like being in the past.
Zidan truly regretted having inflicted such a deep wound on the heart of the idol. If only time could be rotated, he would fix everything.
However, everything had already become porridge. No matter what happens, you can't go back. Now just have to improve yourself for the better and don't look back.
Let the past evaporate by itself and welcome a future that flows like joyful water.