Tear Flower
Chapter 3
"Is Doc, am I pregnant?"
The notice from the doctor made Ayana distrustful. For six years he waited for the presence of the baby, but now his existence is so difficult to accept. He is not ungrateful, only when circumstances that do not allow the happy news to be good.
"That's right Lady Ayana, you're pregnant and she's only three weeks old" explained Doctor Hana developing a smile.
Ayana was silent for a while looking at the writing explaining her current condition. He looked up to return the gynecologist's gaze before him.
"Thank you" she was nervous.
"Congratulations, you're going to be a mother. Next time please come with Zidan, may you two be happy parents waiting for the little angel," said Dr. Hana cheerfully as the Ashraf family's personal doctor. "You also do not be too cape and stress, it can affect fetal development," he continued.
Ayana could only nod slowly and return in gratitude. After that he came out while holding his test results.
A heavy sigh was heard as he left the hospital building. Walking the street is like stepping on a broken glass.
Tears were shed, whether it was because she was happy to get news of her pregnancy or pain about her current situation.
Thirty-five minutes later, Ayana arrived at the magnificent building she was living in with her husband. He looked up at the house that had been six years overshadowed him. Now that there was a new occupant there, he refused to go in and see their togetherness.
"Do I have to tell Mas Zidan about this kid?" he looked down and saw his stomach still flat.
His right hand raised stroked the surface slowly, "Darling, do you want to tell dad about your presence here? Are you going to treat us well after you're present?" He continued to chatter with the baby about his turmoil.
A few moments later, he ventured to step in. The big teak door opened, the first thing he saw was the husband with his new wife.
Bella's been the honey for two months. Routines are like opium that stir feelings. Sick, both of them do not have a heart often spread intimacy right in front of his eyes.
"Mas," call Aiana slowly.
Zidan who was receiving a bite of grapes from Bella also turned his head briefly.
"Yes?" the answer.
"Tonight ... tonight can you sleep with me? It's been a long time since we spent time together. There's something I want to say too" he explained later.
Ayana did not expect if her request was granted the husband.
"Alright, I will only do my duty as your husband" Zidan replied indifferently.
Ayana smiled at a glance and stepped out from before them. Too long he stood there was the same as giving a sharp thorn to his heart. He tries to calm down to not think about Bella's whereabouts. Right now there is a baby that he should think about carefully.
"Why did you agree to his request? Later that night I sleep alone .. I don't want to," complained Bella with pursed lips.
"Honey, don't sulk like that when the beauty is gone. I just accompanied him to sleep and I'll come back to you. Wait for me not to let you sleep first," Zidan replied and pinched his chin in an agitation.
Bella nodded happily and leaned against the chest of the husband's field. Their togetherness is a picture of a married couple who love each other. Behind it is the sobs of tears that every night sob.
...***...
The clock is at half-nine in the evening. Ayana kept waiting for her husband in bed restlessly.
Many times he thought about what he should do about the happy news. He wasn't sure if Zidan felt the same way.
Amidst his concern the door opened, Zidan entered in the same pajamas as his.
Ayana sculpts with perfectly widened beads. He was more and more convinced to tell us the exciting news this afternoon.
"What do you want to say, hm?" Zidan's being so sweet tonight.
Ayana had no power to stem happiness and clasped her hands tightly together.
"I'm pregnant, Mas. I'm carrying your child, "he explained quickly.
Instantly, Zidan's two soot beads widened, not expecting what Ayana said. Seeing the husband silent, he also carried a letter on the nightstand and gave it to the head of the family.
Zidan opened it and saw clearly if inside the piece of paper that Ayana was really pregnant.
"You're three weeks pregnant? How could? Weren't we unrelated for two months?" ask Zidan streak.
"Did you forget? Three weeks ago we were in touch? Mas went into this room and slept with me," explained Ayana no less fierce.
Zidan got up from sitting rubbing his huffed face. He did not expect his fatigue after working that night made him make a mistake.
He forgot that Ayana was still sleeping in the main room. He turned back to see a smile on the beautiful face of the wife.
"What should I do?" tweet slowly.
Ayana frowned both brows not understanding. "Isn't it clear we're going to raise her together? Or ... That night I thought I was Bella?"
Zidan's countenance changed, seriousness was printed there. Without guilt he nodded without hesitation.
"Does Mas want this child to be present in Bella's womb? Haven't we been waiting six years for a baby?" tanya Ayana.
Zidan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He turned his back on Ayana who demanded an answer.
"Why are you silent? Answer me, did Mas want Bella to get pregnant and-"
"Yes, I want Bella to be pregnant and not you. Why does everything I want happen to you? WHY?" zidan shouted making Ayana fixated.
His reddish lips quivered withstanding the pain, he did not expect if his sweet attitude a few minutes ago changed bitterness.
Tightness in the chest peaking up to the esophagus. Ayana bowed her head in no power to see the eyes of hatred from her husband.
"This child is not wrong, he has the right to attend and complete our family" Ayana said.
"In your dreams, however married you are, your presence is a mistake."
Zidan left after incising a new wound slashed in his heart. Ayana cried as she tried to ease the pain in the chest.
However, he could not help it and immediately sobs were muffled in the room. Flowers do not show beauty.
Roses, though they scatter fragrance and symbolize love, have sharp thorns capable of inflicting wounds.
Tear flowers, depicting the wedding of an Ayana. She was just a woman who had a genuine love for her husband, Zidan.
That feeling continued to grow as time went on, but sincerity for six years bore the fruits of misery. She loves and loves her husband very much, she is willing to be played with and is not considered to be his existence. However, there was only one he wanted .. This child had to be acknowledged by Zidan at all costs.