Tear Flower
Chapter 28's
Congratulations continue to arrive from the invited guests who were also happy when they found out the existence of Ghazella Arsyad.
Amid the millions of happiness he felt, suddenly Ayana was faced with a husband and wife. They looked at him in a fixed way like a parent who had not met his child for a long time.
Ayana looked at her father and mother who were on both sides asking for help. Noticing the request, Celia and Aidan understood.
"Oh, Mr and Mrs Ashraf, welcome. Thank you for fulfilling our invitation," said Celia cheerfully distracting.
At once Lina and Arshan turned to her and developed an awkward smile. "Together, thank you for giving us the invitation" Celia replied.
"No problem, we deliberately invited the closest people to introduce our second daughter," continued Celia again.
At a glance, Lina turned to Ayana who was lifting her two perfect lips. His heartbeat sharply increased as the shadow a year and a half ago perched in memory.
Lina broke out in a cold sweat watching her beloved daughter-in-law and the child of her confidant lie stiff with the terrible conditions.
Who is this person in front of him? Is she really the daughter of the Arsyad family? Lina's mind raged.
"Mrs, are you okay?"
A very clear voice greeted the flow of clear crystals from the eye fertilizers. Celia, Aidan, Danieal, and Ayana are also confused.
"Mrs-Mrs?" call Ayana again.
Now Lina's attention was entirely on Ayana who immediately grasped both hands tightly. He could feel the tremors in his hands making them look at each other.
"Ayana ... my daughter-in-law," Lina said involuntarily in a trembling voice.
"Eh? Ma-sorry Madam it seems you misjudged. Both of your sons have mentioned the same name, but .. I am Ghazella. Ghazella Arsyad, not Ayana." He shook his head several times reassuring the middle-aged woman before him.
Hearing that, Arshan clasped his wife's shoulders resuscitating her. "Darling, you've been wrong. I'm sorry, since our son-in-law died a year and a half ago our family has misunderstood someone" the great master continued.
Ayana smiled knots and nodded at a glance. "Aah so apparently? Does that woman look like me? Because neither the Madam nor your two sons called me by that name."
"Like, very, very similar. Can you imagine if in this world there are people who really look like a hundred percent?" Zidan took over.
Ayana turned to the tall man right next to Lina. He snorted softly and pulled the corner of his lips short.
"I believe that in this hemisphere we have a twin. Have you forgotten there are identical twins? It could be that people who are similar to us could be a hundred percent the same," Ayana said without the slightest hesitation.
In silence Danieal was amazed by the seriousness and firmness he had. He realized it was done by Ayana to erase the past.
Her milk-brown eyeballs were rolling looking at the ex-husband of her sister, she continued in silence. He read Zidan's gestures hoping that the woman before him would be his wife.
"Ah~ regrets always come too late. Did he really regret wasting Ayana? Unfortunately, this woman is no longer someone you know. I can't imagine, what have you done to Ayana? To the extent that he had prolonged depression to the point of trauma."
"It took him about six months to control himself. At that time Ayana often rampaged and did not care about her safety. Even now the trauma is still there and has not healed completely."
"Then ...." Danieal's gaze fell down on Ayana's arm wrapped in a dress. "He wants to end his life. O Allah, what hurt did this man give? Did that love blind her? Regret is not enough to bring back the pain that Ayana bears. He must accept the reward and the recompense for what he has done" the Danieal monologue silently said.
Daineal was aware of the long daydream and stared at the people around him in turn. "Ah, why, Dek?" tanyanya surprised.
"What are you thinking? I've been calling you, '" Ayana explained.
With a clumsy Danieal scratched the back of his head while laughing awkwardly. "Sorry I'm not focused, so what's up?" askalanya.
Ayana turned her eyes bored, "Let me see another guest."
"Oh, yeah okay, come on." Danieal immediately took the arm of his sister to make Zidan and Gibran surprised. "Sorry sir, Madam, I have to deliver this sweet sister to the other guests" he said.
Ayana chuckled while slowly hitting the brother's arm. "Mas could have."
The sight made the Arshaf family do not believe, until the two men also moved from before him. In silence Zidan stared blankly at them, his left chest throbbing pain. It was as if he was watching his wife making out with another man.
Feeling the atmosphere differently, Celia and Aidan take over the situation. "They were happy to joke, since childhood Danieal always spoiled his sister," said Aidan made their attention back to him.
"Ah, oh so well, what a very good sibling relationship" Arshan replied.
"But why did Madam and Master introduce her just now?" ask Zidan who was curious about it.
Aidan turned to his wife and embraced her warmly. "Because Ghazella's been living abroad. The child does not want to be known by the public, so it has just been delivered now."
Zidan nodded in understanding, his gaze falling on Ayana who was spreading a smile on the invited guests.
Many of the middle-aged women surrounding him displayed the aura of an Ayana that was so warm. Whether conscious or not, Zidan helped develop a smile.
Gibran who had left earlier in their meeting also followed the direction of his view. While holding a glass of juice he also noticed Ayana.
"What an unpredictable woman," he murmured in his mind.
Zidan could not take his eyes off Ayana. He walked a few steps trying to get closer to her.
He missed the figure of the wife so much that he unconsciously continued to pay attention to Ayana. "Even you have the same smile as him. Ayana ... are you really a stranger? Ghazella Arsyad, why are you using that name? Honey, can't you see me?"
Along with the last words in her mind popping out, Ayana turned her head forward to make their gazes meet. Zidan's heart rate increased sharply.
He widened his gaze when the look in his eyes was like the property of his late wife. In delusions that flow pettiness, they look at each other.
Soft music was again buzzing to accompany the memories that were triggered from the spotlight of each eye. Regret until a gaping wound dances in memory.
Neither Ayana nor Zidan a single one of them took their eyes off. The man was increasingly convinced that the figure in front of him was the wife.
Regret continues to eat away at the heart that leads to hope. He was convinced and very sure that Ghazella Arsyad was Ayana, the woman he had once hurt so strongly.
He hoped time would stop turning and lead him to apologize. Zidan was truly sorry for what he had done at that time.