Tear Flower
Chapter 26's
Angan still whispered softly at a hope to achieve a goal. Reality slaps hard if what is desired must pass through a struggle.
It's not easy, but the results are clear. Every journey of life brings its own trials, good and bad, sad and full of wounds has become His provision. Allah is the best director of the story for every servant.
The story is told by Ayana Ghazella. Where his life is full of lika twists and turns steep. Many sharp pebbles filled the soles of the feet bringing endless pain.
The dark history of the past is clearly written in the record, Ayana tried to rise up not to cry again. He believed God gave the test, because God believed he could. Because the ordeal was brought to him only he could pass through.
Those are the words of encouragement for Ayanah, for it is clear in the Qur'an in the Surah of the father's al-Baqarah: 286 which means, "God does not burden a person but according to his ability." And in Surah At-Taghabun verse: 11 which means, "There is no calamity that befalls (one), except with the permission of Allah, and whoever believes in Allah, god will guide his heart. And Allah is All-Knower of all things."
The two verses become the reinforcement of Ayana to go through all the trials that have happened. Although tears had flowed a lot, and disappointment made him not believe in others anymore, but he was sure that God had prepared the best.
Right now he is just focusing on getting his heart, physical, and mental better. He seeks to forget the past and improve himself and be closer to God alone.
"Let's know what you're thinking, Gibran. You must be thinking if Mbak can't be your sister-in-law, right? that's right .. that's what I'm hoping for now. She doesn't want you or she knows who I really am. That's enough, the Ayana you know died a year and a half ago." Ayana was still monologuing silently as she continued to look at Gibran.
His former sister-in-law was on the spot watching the three people before him. They claim to be Ayana's older brother and also her parents.
Gibran nodded awkwardly as the three men told him to sit down. In the middle of the room filled with various paintings on the wall became their meeting.
Ayana folded her legs and stared intently at Gibran. The man of Ashraf's descent returned his gaze and again linked the two eyebrows.
"So, you're a descendant of the Arsyad family?" tanyanya made sure to come back.
Ayanas ranum lips widened perfectly, "that's right. I'm their second daughter." Gibran nodded in understanding.
"What a coincidence, we came here to invite Ghazella to discuss the party that will be held in a week. For that we want to spread the invitation to some colleagues and also close friends," said Celia as Arsyad's mistress.
The hijab-wearing woman also stuck out a black invitation with a red candle stamp in the middle. Gibran was surprised and immediately looked at the big lady.
"This invitation belongs to the Ashraf family, can you pass it on to them to come to our party?" ask Celia again.
"Pe-party?" ask Gibran.
"That's right, the party was meant to be a welcoming event and introduce me," Ayana replied, making Gibran turn to her again.
That resolute smile was looming again, Gibran never expected to see someone so similar to his late brother-in-law.
However, he also finds the difference if Ghazella and Ayana are not the same. The woman in front of him is full of confidence and also has three moles on the left cheek, under the lips and chin, while Ayana only has it on the left cheek only.
Despite having the mole in the same position, Gibran could not confirm if the person was really Ayana.
"I even had to make this fake mole to make them believe that I am not Ayana. What a shame, my last name alone they don't know at all. It's worth it. .. I was never recognized by Ashraf's extended family, only his father, mother, and Gibran were always good" he thought again.
"Ah, then thank you for the invitation. I will tell my father, mother, and others" Gibran said, nodding compactly.
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Along the way, Gibran's mind is still running around about the woman named Ghazella he just met.
He continued to compare between two figures who were so similar, but different. His index finger tapped on the steering wheel of the car while thinking about such an amazing event.
"Shh, I know that in this world we have seven twinning, but ... yes there are people who really look like ketiplek? Even twins have differences, eh wait isn't it that Ayana and Ghazella make a difference, too?"
"Arghh, I don't know." Gibran rattled and broke his head violently. "But if Ayana is alive and pretending to be Ghazella, I'm very grateful. For being able to meet him again and wish his life was much better."
"He's just like Ayana, loves to paint. He's the greatest painter I've ever known" he murmured again. His luxurious black car rolled down the streets of the capital splitting the night wind.
Not long after, he arrived at the brother's residence. After parking the car he went inside and found Zidan sitting in front of a long table like in a bar accompanied by a cup of coffee.
He sighed softly seeing his biological brother had always been like that since the wife died. A few seconds later from the front a dimpled man came to lay a plate of fruits.
"Mas Haikal, there's no need to take care of my brother so attentive" Gibran said, making the handsome doctor look at him.
"Second young master? Ah, this has become my duty" Haikal explained seeing Ashraf's second son sitting next to Zidan.
Without heeding his existence the pianist put a piece of wine into his mouth. Gibran grunted softly and then took out a black envelope in his suit pocket.
"It was an invitation from the Arsyad family, they invited our family to the party" Gibran said later.
"Why? Why did their family invite us?" asked Zidan indifferently.
"They wanted to introduce her second daughter" Gibran paused for a moment to look at the sister who was still reluctant to look at her. "Ghazella Arsyad, they want to throw a welcoming party for the painter."
Instantly Zidan widened his gaze and immediately turned to his sister. The wine that was in the grasp just slipped away.
The night of the award revolved around a tangled cassette tape, on which day he saw someone who looked a lot like his late wife. Like a shining star, his existence reveals who he really is.
The shadow of yesterday where Ayana came to paint her also perched in memory. The woman introduces herself as Ghazella Arsyad.
Zidan was fixated with a thumping heart as he stared at the black invitation lying right in front of his two eyes.