Tear Flower
THE SEASON 4 CHAPTER 23
Three days later Ayana returned to her husband's mansion. He had to do the job of being the best mother and wife for his small family. He wants to give his best to them by doing two roles at once.
That was what he had expected long ago and only delivered after a few years had passed. It needs a long, winding journey that must be passed to get to the present point.
His heart was dancing on the clouds. As if walking on the flower petals scattered along the steps, Ayana felt a tremendous relief.
He is happy to have his position at the moment.
It was never thought in the shadows, if he could go back to Zidan and be given adorable sons. He is very happy and proud of himself.
However, behind the abundance of joy that is suffering from it, Ayana always regrets the actions that have been done in the past. He defied God's destiny by slashing his left wrist to end his life.
At that moment he only thought that the pain that settles down could just disappear.
Without him knowing if God gives such trials and trials, because He believes that Ayana is capable. However, the hornbill was carried away with emotion and continuously thought of, the painter was ignited with emotion.
He was overwhelmed by wounds that kept coming to bulldoze, as fast as lightning struck.
He was darkened by pain and defeated a state that continuously inflicted wounds on the heart. Tears are only limited to what kind of heartbreaking story is present.
Returning with Zidan and undergoing her marriage again makes Ayana given a surprise for the sake of unexpected surprises. Every episode that passes presents an endless mystery.
He was very grateful if God finally gave a second chance to Ayana to improve her life. The terrible incident is still recorded clearly in memory, especially when on the left wrist there is a blackish streak that traces there that again reminds him of that day.
Ayana's caramel eyeballs also rolled towards one point. He smiled, where the stupid act almost took his life.
"Thank you God. Because you still give a second chance to the servant. Servant truly regrets ever defying Your terms. For now the blessing of all the trials that have been passed bears sweet fruit."
"You're making Zidan's mas turn out better, too. May Allah, Thank God, thank God, thank you very much," Ayana murmured in the television room.
After breakfast, he was there with both of his hearts. While playing with Ghazali and Ghaitsa, Ayana forgot for a moment what she had been through.
In the midst of their togetherness, Ayana was struck with a hug from behind. Perfume that is no stranger to greet the sense of smell, raises the curvature of the crescent moon on her beautiful face.
"What are you doing dearly?" ask the voice of the baritone peeked softly on the wife's cheek.
Zidan then turned to his sons who were sitting on the baby couch enjoying fresh fruits.
"Dad's Children. Father's loves." Zidan held a kiss on the cheeks of her two hearts.
At once Ghazali and Ghaitsa laughed happily. They forgot their afternoon snack and laughed cheerfully at the onslaught of kisses from the father.
Having kissed his sons all over their faces, Zidan pulled back and sat in their midst.
He glanced at Ayana at a glance and then returned to his twin.
"Did I have to go to practice again this afternoon?" ask Ayana later.
Zidan nodded briefly, "em, that's the plan. Because the concert will be held in one week."
"Alright," retorted Ayana briefly.
Zidan immediately turned to him. He clasped tightly the finger of the pujaan's warm fingers.
"Don't worry, this concert will be over soon. Actually I can't afford to leave the three of you all this time, it's been three days.I can't spend much time with you guys," she lamented like a child.
"I will do everything I can to make you happy." Zidan pulled Ayana's right hand and gave another kiss in her palm.
Ayana was flabbergasted and a second later developed a proud smile. She is very happy now that her husband is really struggling to make her and their children happy.
"Then I'll go first. I leave the children to you," continued Zidan answered a nod by Ayana.
He then returned to give a kiss on the forehead of the wife and her two twins. After that Zidan immediately went to continue training in the studio.
Because of this concert he was back in collaboration with other musicians and had to practice in a studio.
Ayanah carried her two children, Ghazali was behind her back, while Ghaitsa was in front.
The three of them witnessed Zidan's departure in the yard, then not long after Ayana came back in and suddenly Ghazali and Ghaitsa cried, sad.
"Uh~ Darling, sad well in stay dad?" Ayana held him back, trying to calm him down.
Seeing her young lady in distress, several domestic assistants approached Ayana and took over Ghazali.
"Sir, can you help me prepare some warm water? I want to bathe them. It was so hot this afternoon, I think Ghazali and Ghaitsa were angry" Ayana said.
The woman who was older a few years from him immediately nodded and prepared what Ayana had told him. The painter walked up one by one stairs to his room followed by one of the nannies holding Ghazali.
Arriving in the room, Ayanah sat Ghaitsa in a hairy carpet in front of the bed. He then walked to the twin wardrobe and pulled out two pairs of clothes.
Moments later, the maid came out of the bathroom and said that the warm water for her master and little lady was ready.
Ayana brought Ghaitsa back into the bathroom and the nanny took Ghazali.
They also put the two tiny babies into a small bathtub. Ghazali and Ghaitsa both laughed happily in each bath.
"Mbak can continue the work, let me bathe them myself," Ayana said to her nanny earlier.
"Well, if you need anything, just call" he said.
Ayana just nodded her ass and after the relics of the nanny she immediately bathed them.
That thrilling moment again made Ayana happy. Bathing Ghaitsa and Ghazali gave her a special impression as a mother.
Laughter echoed in the bathroom, Ayana and her two children were so excited to play with water. The mother of the twins was also wet with splashes of Ghazali and Ghaitsa water toys.
A few moments later, their shower ended. Ayana carried them one by one to the main room starting from Ghazali and sat on the carpet again.
He went back to the bathroom and took Ghaitsa.
The three get back together and Ayana prepares to put on her clothes and it becomes her own challenge.
He had to try extra hard to put clothes on Ghazali and Ghaitsa, especially now they can crawl and like to move here and there.
"Darling! Ghaitsa don't play that telon oil, honey!" yelled Ayana who was dealing with Ghazali.
He hurriedly approached the princess and left her son so that Ghaitsa would not drink the warm oil. Of course it gives Ghazali a chance to move freely.
Ayana keeps going back and forth between her son and daughter. He was tired of himself, but happy with the moment he could not get again when his baby grew.