Tear Flower
THE SEASON 4 CHAPTER 6
Ayana just ended the call with her sister-in-law. He turned to look at the three angels gathering together.
A smile expands adding to the painter's beauty. The situation has been very long he craved, even had disappeared in the shadows.
She never thought of going back with her husband again. Dream of building a harmonious small family with Zidan ran aground after an accident took him.
No one knows what the future will be like. God is too wonderful to bring unexpected surprises.
Ayana still does not expect if now back to the man who makes his life very messy.
The pain of the past fades with time and also the warm treatment Zidan gives is able to arouse his trust again.
The past cannot be changed or forgotten, but it can be avoided by changing the future.
The shadow of that day wandering around made Ayana give thanks for what happened now.
It is not easy to get to the point now, it takes a struggle that is not short and a lot of tears.
However, his reply was comparable to what he had passed.
"Thank you God, thanks to Your kindness now I have a whole family," he thought later, giving thanks again.
"Darling? What are you doing there?" Zidan woke him from the daydream.
Ayana flinched, rushing over to those who were on the bed.
He sat right next to his sleeping twin. The faces of the two were so peaceful a fusion between the painter and the pianist.
Not long after that, one of the babies cried. Ayana immediately carried the son and took a glimpse of him, but her cries did not subside.
He gave him breast milk and made Ghazali stop his whining. A moment ago, a pair of eyes that kept watching their movements.
Zidan rested on the headboard and continued to see the wife who was giving her champion asi.
"Darling.. doesn't it hurt?"
The puzzling question made Ayana look over. His eyebrows swooped sharply, looking at the husband questioningly.
"What do you mean, Mom?" askalanya.
"Yes, give breast milk to our babies. Doesn't it hurt? And also-" Zidan paused his sentence, instantly rising from half-lying while pointing at his son.
"Hei-hei-hei, what the fuck is this, why suck it so hard. Gha-Ghazali, dear." Zidan continued to draw closer to them not once averted his eyes.
This is the first time Zidan has seen someone giving breast milk to a baby, especially by his own wife.
He was very surprised to find the first son sucking his food so strongly, as if he did not want to share it with anyone.
Ayana, who had been watching her husband, was astonished. He shook his head briefly to see the ridiculous action of the couple.
"It doesn't hurt as much as you do."
Ayana's reply suddenly made Zidan fixated. With a slow movement his eyeballs rolled to look at his beloved heart down, looking at the little angel.
A mischievous smile also rose on the handsome face of the pianist. He shifted and sat right on the other side of Ayana, full of interest.
"But you're hooked, aren't you, honey? Be honest, don't be shy" she said, flirting.
Ayana flabbergasted, elbowing her husband's heart. The owner immediately complained of pain and after that they laughed together.
The jokes and temptations evoke a relationship both warmer and more harmonious. Ayana and Zidan are happy to be in such a happy situation.
Not long after that Ghazali fell asleep again, and alternated with Ghaitsa who suddenly whined.
Ayana also gave breast milk to her second daughter. She enjoys doing that and feels perfect as a woman, doing tasks that only women can do.
In the middle of giving food to the baby, Zidan hugged him from behind, leaning his soft black unbending head on the narrow shoulder half his breath.
Ayana who did not mind was just letting it go, receiving the warmth of her beloved man.
The calmness and sadness that pervades them makes it surrounded by joy.
With such a close distance of course his life companion heard clearly. Zidan opened his eyes and saw Ayana's tears.
"What's wrong? Why are you breathing like that? What are you thinking?" ask Zidan in a row, worried.
Ayana glanced at a glance and returned to the front.
"I was just thinking about Jasmine" she said.
"Jasmine? Why is he?" ask Zidan again, curious.
Ayana did not immediately answer, thinking again and again what was happening to her sister-in-law.
As a fellow woman and also having felt the pain of the past, Ayana felt a sense of foreboding if Jasmine was hiding something.
However, Ayana could not draw conclusions just like that before getting to the truth. He did not want to accuse the non-existent before hearing it himself.
It could have been just a hunch.
"Ah, no. Maybe I'm tired, so there's too much to think about" Ayana said.
"Em, then you go to bed with our baby, I'll wake up when dinner arrives" Zidan said.
Ayana only nodded briefly, she could rest in her spare time.
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Jasmine returned when the sky had already turned dark. The servants in the mansion were getting ready to prepare dinner.
The usually helpful Jasmine even this time passed him by just like that. He rushed to the room and hoped that the husband had not yet woken up.
Honey, hope is only hope. Just as he opened the door, the gaze of his life partner welcomed his return.
Jasmine was startled and slightly retreated backwards, then after that closed the door, then walked over.
"Ah, is he awake? Assalamu'alaikum, I went home," said Jasmine developing a smile and then greeting her hand briefly.
Danieal was still watching his wife and there was nothing strange, he thought.
"Where have you been? Mamah said you went out for a while, and you saw what time it was?" danieal asked.
Jasmine glanced at the wall clock just above the husband's head.
"Hour half six. Sorry I bought these things. Sorry. I was too happy to not realize that the day had gone. Sorry for not letting you know right away, either" Jasmine explained, showing some paper bags in her arms.
Danieal looked towards his luggage then sighed softly. He took Jasmine's groceries and put them down.
As fast as lightning Danieal hugged his life companion tightly and sighed again.
"Why didn't you wake me up? We can go together to buy your needs," he said later.
"Sorry, I look tired. I'm sorry," Jasmine replied, repeating her apology.
Danieal nodded slowly. "Next time take me. I want to help you shop."
"Em, next time I'll take you."
The doctor nodded again and gave a deep kiss on the top of his wife's head.
Jasmine gasped, her nettle bead widened perfectly with her heart racing.
"Why is your heart beating so hard, honey? Are you nervous? It's not the first time we've touched" Danieal chuckled softly.
Jasmine just snatched and returned her husband's embrace no less tightly.
"I'm not ashamed.I just can't be honest with you, Mom. Sorry. I hid this situation. Because. 'cause I don't want to disappoint you."
"If you knew..What kind of reaction would you give? You must be very disappointed right, marrying a useless woman like me?" racau Jasmine in mind.
She squeezed the back of the husband's shirt. Danieal felt a significant change in his wife who was suddenly different.