Tear Flower
Chapter 31
The furrow in the shadow still danced beautifully over the head. Between sure and not, this leads to mistrust.
Zidan silenced his mouth tightly watching and hearing himself the speech of this woman named Ghazella.
Zidan wanted to admit that the interlocutor was someone else, but his heart clearly told the woman before him this was the wife he had wasted.
Unknowingly he muttered back Ayana's name making the owner turn his head. That intimidating serious look also looked at him.
"Ah, sorry I didn't mean-"
Ayana got up from sitting up to make the wooden chair lunge backwards. Both hands clenched firmly while stepping feet closer. They were facing each other under the moonlight.
"I don't want to hear that name anymore. Didn't I warn you if you mention it again .. I don't want to see you around me!" firm and straightforward, Ayana said a loud word.
Before hearing Zidan's reply, he immediately left after giving a sharp delicacy. The cold greet resuscitated the pianist for the mistake he had made again.
Hurriedly he caught up with her and grasping the slender wrist was strong. Instantly Ayana looked up to make their views collide with each other again.
"I'm really sorry. I. .. I didn't realize I mentioned that name. Ghazella .. Yes Ghazella, will you forgive me?" pinta Zidan is hopeful.
Ayana threw her hands rough. "Sorry we can't touch" he snapped.
Zidan regained his senses over his carelessness and apologized repeatedly. Ayana folded her hands in front of her chest still watching the other person.
"What have you done to him? To the extent that you continue to think of me like him" he said, cold and sharp.
A heavy sigh sounded heartbreaking. Zidan rubbed his puffed face and then stomped his nose softly.
He looked at the beautiful night sky. Her charming lips curved perfectly with the tears of sorrow.
"I've made a very, very fatal mistake. I ... hurt her repeatedly even-" Zidan was unable to finish his words as tears came out on his own.
"I'm sorry." He said softly while busy wiping the clear liquid was rough.
Ayana was flabbergasted in disbelief. Right in front of his own eyes, the man who had once incised a deep wound showed a weak side.
He removed his hand link and clenched his fingers tightly. There was no look of pity or pity on her beautiful face, there was only resentment.
"I have never regretted falling in love with you. However, can you feel the pain of betrayed love when it is guarded with all your soul? How heartbroken is it to see you making out with another woman right in front of my eyes? Especially when you're blatantly killing our son."
"If only this sense sided with you and I did so .. would you still survive? I was destroyed .. I destroyed Mas .. I was completely destroyed. Six years in love alone, it just ends tragically. Don't show me any sadness. Because I'm sick of seeing it and .. I don't care." Ayana continued to rumble in silence watching the fall of a Zidan.
The man's depression again made his breath feel tight. He tried to take as much oxygen supply as possible while gripping the left chest firmly.
Ayana just stood still watching Zidan had fallen down on the grass. The breath of the pianist also indicates what has been experienced so far.
"Astaghfirullah, what is this?" The voice of the brother interrupted.
Danieal helped Zidan take a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He kept repeating it over and over again to make his feelings better.
Without saying a word, Ayana left just like that. Danieal watched his figure move away with a knotty smile.
...***...
Alone, lonely, empty, and empty, is not a foreign thing anymore for Ayana. He sat alone on a large sofa holding a glass of warm tea.
Her big dress covered a part of the sofa making her a little sunset. He scrolled the glass in his grasp watching the turbid liquid in silence.
"Zidan has a history of depression and hallucinations. I know the condition has not been cured for long. As of now, an unstable mental state could stir up that depression again," Danieal said walking over.
He leaned against the wooden barrier between the large window and the room. He stood right next to his foster sister looking at Ayana while folding his hands.
The hijab-wearing woman indifferently propped up her chin on the back of the sofa. He sipped his tea briefly without even once looking at the older brother.
"Oh so, I'm sorry for him," said Ayana coldly.
Danieal chuckled softly then looked up at the ceiling of the room. There was a big lamp hanging in the middle of it, the long hallway connecting the party venue.
Still sounds frenzied invited guests who continue to chat with each other. The grandeur and luxury are clearly imprinted in the Arsyad family mansion.
Since childhood Danieal lived in luxury. However, his parents never spoiled their two children.
Lina and Aidan want Danieal and Eliza to be independent children, can rely on themselves.
"A lot has happened in the last year. God has brought you as Eliza's replacement. Even though my little brother is irreplaceable, but your existence is capable of dispelling sorrow."
"Our family is lucky to meet you, Ayana. I hope you can live a lot better too. Don't look at the past again, just think of yesterday's events as a rebuke if .. you have to value yourself more."
"We also never know what they have been through. Trials, trials, and karma have their respective positions and from which they are present. Do you understand what I mean?" Danieal looked at him again.
Ayana who had noticed him just now gave a short nod. Cherry-red lips are perfectly curved to show if it is okay.
"Yes I understand. Allah is fair in the affairs of His servants. I believe that what is lost will bring good. I don't care what he's gone through, but .. karma does happen" he said.
"Related?" Ayana snorted softly, "I don't know what to do now. Just face it I no longer want to. Why does he keep coming into my life?"
"That means that the red thread still ties you two together. The fate that brought her figure back into your life."
"Well, if that's the case, I should just cut the red thread. I don't want to see it again .. Just hear the name alone the pain continues to be embedded in the chest. I remember back to my late son. She-" Ayana held back the crying and tried not to let out tears.
However, no matter how hard he held it the clear liquid still slid making his body tremble violently. As a mother-to-be, she was devastated by the loss of her baby.
Ayana cried while cupping her face in her right hand. Danieal, who could not see his sister like that, sat on the back of the sofa and patted her on the shoulder slowly.