Tear Flower
THE SEASON 4 CHAPTER 9

Hoping and hoping for a miracle to come. There are times when the mystery approaching presents a meaningful tension.

Nothing is impossible if God wills. Believe and believe that what God has given is certainly best and brings its own blessing.

Whatever happens, whatever the circumstances may be, all has become His provision.

After talking four eyes with her sister-in-law, Ayana is now in her own room looking at the two children sleeping in bed.

The curvature of the crescent moon present adds to its beauty. As a new mother Ayana is so grateful and happy to get two children at once.

Pleasure, joy, joy overflowing cannot be described by words.

Losing a first-time child becomes a crushing blow that is not easily forgotten. The pain still lingered, even though their family situation was already much more than good.

However, now another awkwardness comes from the little family of his brother.

"Is Jasmine okay, huh? Why do I still feel like he's hiding something? It's a secret no one should know" Ayana muttered as she stroked Ghaitsa's forehead.

He lay down and leaned to the head of the bed.

"What are you mumbling about, honey?"

The question of the sound of baritone behind the back was shocking. Ayana got up from half lying down and turned to find her husband entering.

"Oh... Did you go home?" tanya Ayana welcomes the husband.

"Em, assalamu'alaikum," said Zidan.

Ayana got up from the edge of the bed and shook her hand briefly.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, have you had dinner? Want me to get ready?" ask again while helping Zidan open a work coat.

The scent of perfume that he was very familiar with greeted the sense of smell. The fragrance was so soothing and made a feeling of peace instantly.

"I had a meal with our new co-worker" her husband replied.

Ayana just nodded and stepped into the laundry basket located not far from the bathroom door and put the husband's coat there.

Not long after that he turned back to see Zidan was watching his two children.

A smile rose on the pianist's handsome face, feeling calm to find Ghazali and Ghaitsa sleeping soundly.

"Will I take a shower? I prepared warm water," said Ayana again.

The words also attracted the attention of Zidan to face his wife. Ayana was right in front of him making him instantly wrap his hands around his waist containing her.

After containing the weight of Ayana's body increases sharply and has not returned to how it was.

Sometimes Zidan is anxious, happy to play the cheek containing the lover of the heart.

A smile that is still faithful expands on the face of his look plastered real make Ayana also do the same.

"What did you just mutter, right? Before entering, I had accidentally heard your words," Zidan said back to the original topic.

"That's. I'm just worried about Jasmine," she exclaimed.

"Jasmine, why else would it be, honey?" Zidan was curious.

"Mas knows for himself, right? Do you often ask when they have children? Last night, when we had dinner together... Mom asked like that."

"Mas also knew if the question was very sensitive, I knew what Jasmine was feeling right now. It must not be easy to get through all that. Also Mamah asked if they were participating in the pregnancy program?"

"But I feel... Jasmine was more hurt not because of her mother-in-law's questions, but there was something else she had hidden and I didn't know it" Ayana told her what had happened to her sister-in-law.

Zidan was dumbstruck, pondering for a moment after hearing the wife's explanation. His dark eyeballs looked up with a mind baring buana.

"Em, according to Mas there must be something Jasmine is hiding. Alongside the heartache of the mamah question there were things she could not share with anyone, including her own husband, Danieal."

"And that... Does it have anything to do with the content? It must be like that" Zidan replied in an opinion.

Now it was Ayana's turn to ponder for a while, until, "I also had a chance to think like that, but.... what is Jasmine hiding? Is it that heavy? What might-"

His words stopped just like that, startled by his own thoughts.

"What could be, dear?" asked Zidan, again made curious.

"Jasmine-" Ayana lowered her head in reply to the pair of onyx underneath. "She's hiding something about her femininity?"

Zidan's soot beads widened hearing Ayana's question just now.

"Em, I have to find out without offending her," Ayana said, seriously.

"That's great, I want to see them not constantly faced with child and child problems" Zidan said.

Ayana just nodded and hugged her husband tightly.

...***...

For the umpteenth time, Jasmine puked in her room again. He was very tortured by his condition that felt so weak.

He again felt helpless at the situation he was in at the moment. It is so hard and steep a road to take.

She felt unable to deal with her husband anymore. He was wounded, not only physically, but also inwardly.

She was afraid, very worried about not being able to give offspring to her husband.

The age of the two who had entered the head of the three made Jasmine really worried.

The clear crystal fell back on his pale white face. The sadness that is overflowing adds to the pain is getting worse.

He hit back a little strongly against the bathroom wall, making the back of his hand turn red again.

"Until when?" mumbled wailing.

Not long after that Jasmine came out with a disheveled appearance. Her long hair was limp, both eyes were swollen, nose red, and lips were always as red as a cherry now paled.

Just as he opened the bathroom door, his movements came to a halt. She froze to find her husband standing facing her.

Like de javu, the incident last night repeated.

"Ah, they are indeed brothers," he thought.

Jasmine stepped foot again, pretending as if nothing had happened.

"Mas is home? Had breakfast? Want me to get ready? Or take a shower?" ask Jasmine streak.

Danieal did not say anything, but continued to look closely at his beloved heart.

"Not to." Only two words were given by Danieal.

Jasmine reviewed a wry smile and then returned to her feet.

When he was about to pass the husband, suddenly the handsome doctor clutched his wrist a little tight.

They stood side by side, then the heads of the two moved simultaneously until they stared at each other.

Highlight Jasmine's eyes scowled, both slits of her lips curving, revealing that she was really tired.

He said nothing and continued to pretend that nothing had happened.

In silence the two could only stare at each other.

Not long after that Danieal let out a rough sigh and hugged his wife just like that.

Jasmine was surprised instead of playing to find her husband hugging so strongly.

His gray bead is perfectly dilated with a heart that is too tight.

"Ma-Mas Danieal?" Call worry.

The second time Danieal let out a heavy sigh. Jasmine could only shut up, waiting for what the husband was about to say.

"I'm sorry. Really sorry," Danieal said later.

The apology that was thrown by the couple opened the gaping wound widened. Tears flowed unbearably when reality and painful questions back down.

Sick, like slashed sembilu, invisible wounds increasingly come crashing.

Jasmine returned her embrace while squeezing the strong back of Danieal's shirt.

"Why are you sorry?" jasmine asked back to lying not knowing anything.

"sorry. Because I'm not next to you. I know you're harboring pain right now, aren't you?" ask Danieal again.

Jasmine was silent for a moment, unable to say anything more. Because what the husband meant was a question from his mother, Celia Arsyad.