Tear Flower
THE SEASON 4 CHAPTER 3
"Ghazali and Ghaitsa, very good names. What does that mean, Mas?" ask Ayana again after they end the blue haru event.
Zidan looked at the twins alternately as he widened his smile. He was very carried away by the atmosphere of getting the day where he could gather again with Ayana and also their children.
"Ghazali means good priest. I hope this child can be the best priest for his family and guide him to the path of God alone. Also. I want him to appreciate the woman who really loves him."
At this time Ayana was again carried away by a stream of regret that was clearly displayed on Zidan's handsome face. He also patted the husband's arm slowly making him look at a glance.
He understood that what Zidan said meant what he had done in the past. His life partner does not want the child to behave the same as his father.
Ayana develops a smile showing that everything will be fine. Zidan was only afraid that if his son inherited his depraved behavior, that was how he felt.
"We have to work together to educate him to be a responsible man" Ayana said later.
Zidan only nodded briefly and returned to look at the hero who was asleep in his carrier.
"Then to Ghaitsa?" ask Ayana again.
"Ghaitsa means clouds that bring down rain. I hope our beautiful daughter brings blessings to those around her, like rain."
"You know, rain can bring mercy and disaster. I want our child to be of benefit to everyone" Zidan replied, looking at the princess who was carrying Ayana.
The beautiful painter nodded briefly, understanding and understanding the words her husband had spoken.
Ayana was very happy, Zidan was very happy to prepare a name for both of their children very well.
Far from the shadow of the painter himself.
"Maa, Allah, his name is very good. I agree with the names Ghazali and Ghaitsa, may they grow up to be sholeh-sholeh children" Ayana said expectantly.
"Ghazali, Ghaitsa, Ghazella. The three of you are the most beautiful and priceless treasure I have," Zidan said.
Ayana muttered "em" understanding how her husband felt. He also felt how relieved it was to get a family again. The void in his heart had completely been covered by their existence.
"And for his last name? We'll name it Ashraf, right?" ask Ayana later.
"Eh, are you okay?" ask Zidan, worry.
Hearing the question, the two eyebrows of the painter were tightly intertwined. She was confused to hear the word is okay from her husband.
"What do you mean, Mom? I'm all right? Meanin?" Ayana again asked another question.
Zidan let go of eye contact with her. He thought that Ayana did not want to use her surname, given the behavior that the elder Ashraf had done to the wife's parents.
As well, he and his extended family had hurt him directly.
"Ashraf, my family really hurt you, Ayana. Do you still want to use that name for our sons' last names?"
Zidan's voice was so soft, given the unexpected events of his arrival. The grandmother had cruelly killed her in-laws heartlessly.
Ayana gasped for a glance, and after that the crescent moon appeared to understand what was the husband's uneasiness.
He again clasped his life partner's hand tightly.
"Look at me, Mom!" ayana's decree made Zidan turn back to her.
"Anything that happened in the past can't change anything, but the name contains the kindness that parents have given."
"So, there is nothing wrong with the name Ashraf, after all the name and behavior of someone has nothing to do, and do not be equal. That person's behavior and name are very different."
"Ashraf means more noble. What was your grandmother doing when it started? So, do not equate the name attached to him with his bad behavior," said Ayana warmly.
"But, still if people knew who Ashraf's elder was sure they would hate him, including our children, as his descendants," Zidan said worriedly.
Ayana snorted softly and chuckled just like that.
"Again, the real elder Ashraf wasn't your grandmother, but...your grandfather, right?" ask Ayana again.
Zidan was pensive, then gasped to confirm what Ayana said just now.
"Ah, you're right, dear. Sorry, I think too much negative. I'm just scared and worried about their future" he said.
"Em~" Ayana shook her head several times. "Please don't apologize, I know... She loved them very much and was watching her future."
"But what I have to remember is that the future is not necessarily that bad. We can create it together" Ayana said.
"God, I'm so lucky to have you again, baby." Zidan again put a deep kiss on the wife's forehead.
Ayana received it warmly while closing her eyes enjoying her husband's touch again.
He was really happy and relieved to be able to get a whole family again. He hopes this time they can both build a harmonious small family.
Ghazali Ashraf and Ghaitsa Ashraf, his arrival gives happiness and complement to them.
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In the next room, Jasmine had continuously vomited repeatedly. Lucky tonight the husband is on duty and not at home.
He did not understand why since this afternoon felt unwell and nauseous. He washed his face in the sink and looked at his pale face in the mirror.
"What's wrong with me? What me?" Jasmine stopped her speech and stood up straight.
He looked at his flat stomach and with trembling hands touched his surface slowly. The gray bead did not move there in the least.
He then stroked her slowly and raised a knotty smile.
"Am I pregnant?" ask him in silence.
The hope was even higher, if the symptoms he experienced were the same as Ayana experienced her morning sickness first.
Dawn dashed, early in the morning Jasmine returned to the bathroom and spewed out a clear liquid. This is the third time he has done the same.
He was really afraid that something had happened, but he could not tell anyone. I don't know why he felt such an unpleasant feeling.
Like last night, his hands rested on the sink looking at his increasingly pale white face.
Jasmine let out a rough sigh and pulled her long hair back.
"What if I'm not pregnant? Is Mom going to ask me again? Can I give a descendant to this family?" raved all alone in the bathroom.
"No Jasmine. You must not be this pessimistic before you know the truth. All right, I'll have to check it out myself. I can't tell Danieal, let alone Ayana. He's happy now with both of his hearts."
"I mustn't stir or disturb his composure with this" Jasmine chanted again and again.
He forced a smile and washed his face to stay strong in the face of whatever happened.
After that he looked back at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"Alright, I can deal with it," he said later.
She took a shower and prepared to welcome her husband home.
No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Everything is a mystery and only God knows.
Whatever happens has become the provision, as a servant who believes in living and going through as best as possible so that Allah will give a proper recompense.
Do not give in to circumstances and do not be defeated by circumstances, face them strongly and be patient to get good afterwards.
For Allah knows what is best and best.