Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 84
Moments later, their pagutan detached resulting in a long salivary stretching between their two chewy objects.
Breaths that hunted each other swept across the surface of each other's charming faces. The heat melts to provide comfort to each other.
A red tinge spreads from the cheeks to the ears. Traces of the pleasure of martyrdom so clearly provide calm.
Next to Zidan's hand was raised, stroking the temple of his beloved, dear.
"I don't want any of us talking about him anymore."
Highlight serious eyes looked at the pair of beautiful soot underneath. The firm tone buzzed forming firmness.
The curvature of the crescent moon is fluttering, Ayana thinks of a mischievous idea to keep teasing the husband.
He knew at this time Zidan was not playing games and it made Ayana more happy.
"Why? Didn't Mas used to love him so much? No other woman, but Bella."
Ayana vociferously insinuated. Zidan was flabbergasted, not believing his beloved was so happy to judge him.
"Darling! Please don't ever talk about it again. I know.. I used to be so stupid not to see who was really sincere without taking advantage of the situation."
"I'm so sorry. If time could be turned around, I wish I'd never met him."
Zidan looked away, unable to stare at the beautiful iris of the idol.
Ayana was stunned for a while getting her halal lover reaction like that.
Memories of the past are present again as crumpled tapes that seem to be played forcibly. Pain, suffering, anger, disappointment, becoming one forms a regret.
He thought, he would not be able to meet with Ayana again and fix everything. However, Allah is Perfect in giving all the provisions.
Whatever happens, it is the best of God.
"You know what, honey?"
Zidan paused his sentence as he got up and sat on the bed. Ayana also followed the same thing still paying attention to her life partner.
"Past... Gibran was looking for you everywhere and mobilized everyone. As a result they found your stuff in the river Village X."
"What happened back then? Why do we find you dead in such a terrible state?"
Zidan's caramel beads glazed over recalling the painful memories plaguing him. However, behind it all he still has a curiosity that has not been answered in real.
He was devastated and devastated when his sister's people found Ayana's belongings and a corpse with an unrecognizable condition.
Hearing that Ayana commented a smile full of meaning.
"I deliberately laid out that plan. Because I think we better not see each other again. It's better if I just disappear into this world so you can be together without the shadow of an Ayana."
The tone of speech is soft, laden with a deep wound is clearly heard. Ayana tried to understand all the stuffy in the chest how complicated the past was.
He conspired with Danieal to shut himself down to let those who knew him know that Ayana Ghazella had died with painful memories.
"Why did it have to go that far? Do you have any idea how hurt I was when I found out that shocking news happened?"
"I'm really hurt, honey. Very hurt, even my father, mother, and Gibran blamed me for your death."
"I also beat myself up, for I have made you go away. I'm sorry, Ayana. I'm really sorry."
Zidan asked for forgiveness from his wife. He knew his mistake was so great and not easily forgotten.
Tears fell down regretting everything he did in those days.
Zidan is too blinded by love and ignores someone so sincere in loving and loving him.
He maintains a woman who only uses him, without looking at the other side. Regrets are useless if you don't see Ayana again.
However, fate as well as the common thread still sided with them. After a year passed Ayana and Zidan were reunited until now.
Love and affection also tie the sacred promise back knitted, although Ayana had wanted to separate, but the firmness and seriousness of Zidan in maintaining it made the relationship that had dim, shining again.
Allah is the best planner for every servant. He knows what is best and not, while in the process of living in the world leave everything to God alone.
"Maa is Allah... God is so good. In the end, He brought us back. I am so grateful and happy."
"I won't waste you anymore, dear," Zidan said softly.
Clear liquid continues to flow signifying how relieved and happy a Zidan back to meet his wife.
He would no longer waste a woman as good as Ayana.
Seeing that the painter smiled again. Both hands outstretched cupped warm white cheeks of the husband.
He rubbed the tears there gently and pulled it slowly and then gave a warm kiss on the forehead.
"Look at me!" Pinta Ayana's.
Zidan raised his gaze again, staring at the iris of the charming soot before him again.
"Thank you for convincing me to be back with you. Until we finally get another little one." Ayana slightly glanced towards her distended stomach.
"I just want to build a small and happy family, with you. Until this moment comes, I've always dreamed like that, since the beginning."
"Because you're the only man I love."
The expression of the deepest feeling so sincerely sparked, astounding the heart of a Zidan Ashraf.
He did not expect and thought to hear himself if from the first Ayana wanted to be with him to build a harmonious family.
However, he instead gave a wound that could not be removed so easily.
No matter how hard he tries to give happiness, still painful memories will always be there and remain the same.
"I'm really sorry" said Zidan again as he hugged the body slightly containing the couple.
Ayana nodded briefly behind the chest of her field while developing a wide smile.
He returned the embrace was no less tight by inhaling the soothing aroma of his beloved husband.
"I love you so much" said Ayana again expressing a feeling that used to always be in the heart.
Zidan was again made amazed, moved, helpless at the soothing expression of the woman he had hurt.
"Em, I know. I love you so much too" Zidan replied, giving deep kisses at the top of the head of the idol.
There is nothing happiest than being reciprocated with the same feelings by a loved one.
The story that all stopped now returns to the most beautiful estuary. No one knows how the mystery intertwines in the future, its arrival into a puzzle requires pieces to put together the best arrangement.
...***...
The white palace was still filled with people crowding. They demanded an explanation that Hana Tsubasa had to do about her involvement with her father.
The thirty-year-old woman had still been silent in her place since a few years ago.
It all began with the selfishness of the father who demanded him to be silent without appearing anywhere.
Even he was evacuated to a remote area far from the reach of the media crew. He was accused of having schizophrenia which was the idea of his father.
Bagus Prakasa, the figure of parents always doctrines his young daughter to remain as she wants.
Like a puppet in the mastermind's power, Hana could only remain silent without acting anything. Because he knew if he did something then his father did not hesitate to teach a lesson.
Hana had always been silent without demanding anything. Even his dream of becoming a painter had to run aground.
In the dark room Hana looked at the people in front of her residence in silence.
"When are they here?" he murmured in silence.