Tear Flower
Chapter 30's
The sky was star-studded with bright moonlight. The shadow is clearly reflected in the artificial lake water in the front yard of the house.
A woman in a fairy tale princess dress sits face to face with a canvas. Scars after strokes were clearly printed on it.
Ayana refocused herself on the world of painting. In the middle of the party crowd he secluded himself to the courtyard and drew the night sky.
He did that to forget for a moment the flutter that struck. His encounter with Lina and Arshan again dealt a crushing blow.
He had to lie to good people like them and cover up his true identity. However, he also could not confess to making things chaotic.
"What are you doing?" The deep hoarse voice greeted.
Ayana turned her head to the side seeing the man walking over. A knotty smile was given, he brandished a small brush in his grasp.
"Painting. What is Young Master doing here as well? The party is still going on better you go back inside, the night air is very cold" he replied.
"Even his attention is still the same as before. Ayana, can't you just confess? If you were my wife?" his mind is hopeful.
Ayana also returned to her activities and ignored the existence of Zidan. The man continued to pay attention to the movements the painter made before him.
The wind blew his long hijab. Without taking out a word Zidan took off the suit he was wearing and then draped to Ayana's shoulder.
The owner reflexes up their heads until their eyes lock on each other. The warmth of the past playing in the mind makes both of them remember the times spent together.
"You think the air is cold. You can catch a cold so put this on," Zidan explained and took a few steps back.
Ayana just nodded her head and focused again on painting. The aroma of perfume attached to the suit was immediately spread to the sense of smell.
Ayana was stunned, a few seconds silent considering the past that was suddenly present. His hijab head shook his head at a glance to get rid of those thoughts.
Seeing that Zidan pulled both corners of his lips slowly. "My wife used to love painting too."
"Oh yeah? What does he paint often?" ayan asked without taking her eyes off.
"She-" Zidan's words immediately stopped when he did not know what Ayana often painted. "I'm .. not so remember."
Ayana grinned at him, "Ah, so."
Silence struck, occasionally the wind again blew accompanying the two. The situation makes Ayana awkward and also not used to it.
One more year he disappeared ushering in a strange feeling for the man next to him. It was neither love nor affection that settled in his heart at this moment, but anxiety. There was a sudden fear.
Ayana was afraid that the events of that time could happen again. However, he realized that he was now a stranger to Zidan.
"When do you like to paint?" zidan asked trying to pry information.
"Since I was abroad. I'm-"
Ayana shook her head at a glance then nodded afterwards. "alright. I've lived in Country N since I was ten. I was there with my father's family. I was happy to be there and try to paint a view of some of the cities that I thought were so beautiful. Since then I've loved to paint" she explains, telling me about Eliza's past.
He found out and asked Danieal, Celia, and Aidan about Eliza during his life.
The woman was more or less similar to Ayana. They love to paint, spend time reading books, and often enjoy twilight.
Ayana understands how bad Eliza is when getting harassment from her confidants. Because he was not much different, until the second son of the family Arsyad also breathed his last.
Ayana who heard the story could only shut up. He also hopes his fate can be the same as Eliza. For he thought it better to die than to live in the shadow of pain.
"That's it, so you've been living abroad all this time?" ask Zidan again. Calmly Ayana nodded slowly.
"What do you like best about Country N? Have you ever been to Q City?"
Hearing the question Ayana was surprised. He was silent for a moment inviting Zidan's curiosity. He urged her to try to find out who the woman really was.
He has often returned to Country N to perform concerts and business trips. Zidan knows that Ayana has never traveled abroad.
"Oh City Q? Yes I have visited it, the city is very beautiful with a flower field as its icon. I also had time to paint there, but darling. Because it's too big I keep it in Grandma's house."
"Grandmother said a week ago someone bought it. Ah, so I want to go there again and paint the beautiful scenery," said Ayana.
Now it was Zidan's turn to stand where he stood. He saw clearly how excited an expression was, as if the woman had already gone there.
Zidan widened his gaze watching the smile unfold on his beautiful face. He is increasingly worried between believing it or not if the woman is Ayana or a stranger.
"Ja-so you really went there?" tanyanya nervous.
Ayana looked at him again by linking the two sharp brows. "Why? Can't you believe I ever lived there? Well, even though people say I'm a pain to travel."
"So, he's actually a stranger I've never met? Butwhy? Why do you look so much like Ayana? How can I believe this woman is someone else?" mind's raging.
"Hello, Mas Zidan? Are you still there?" Ayana waved her hands seeing ZIDan daydreaming.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Ayana reviews the knotty smile and tries to finish the painting. "The reason I live there .. is because I like the atmosphere in the country. When I was eighteen years old, my mom and dad asked me to be a doctor too."
"Mas knows for himself, right? If Arsyad's family is the majority of its members are doctors?" Tanya Ayana look at Zidan nodding his head. "That's why I decided to settle there and become a painter. Not wanting to be a doctor, I insisted on my own choice. Until this year came, mamah and papah suddenly came and asked me to come home."
"They no longer force me to be the doctor I want to be, which is why I'm introduced tonight" Ayana Long said of the party.
"I'm sorry Eliza has borrowed your reason for staying there and .. I'm sorry too mama, papah has borrowed your hope if Eliza was still alive. I'll be proud of you by painting" he continued.
Zidan was still silently digesting Ayana's words. It is increasingly worried and worried to find the reality whack.