Tear Flower
Chapter 32's
The clang of classical musical instruments filled the room. Late nights replace the atmosphere becomes more tense.
In the midst of the grief, the soft voice of the piano flowed. The dreamy song also describes the pianist's true feelings.
The game immediately awakened Ayana. After stopping the crying, he got up from the sofa and walked slowly towards the main hall.
The dim light makes its focus at only one point. The people who were swarming right in front of him were instantly scattered.
This gives Ayana access to see what happens there. She was shocked to find her ex-husband sitting at the piano.
His black unraveling head looked up as if he was craving someone. The closed eyelid conceals its opaque iris further adding to the feeling. Slowly, but surely the tears flowing away fascinated everyone.
"She's really living her game."
"What a talented pianist. He deserves a lot of awards."
"He is a wonderful pianist. Each performance presents a show that can attract the attention of the audience."
"I'm lucky to see it here."
"Didn't this song symbolize love and longing?"
"Who is that lucky lady?"
The conversations of those around him were truly disturbing. Ayana swept a gaze at every eye of worship watching Zidan there.
Most of the women of her age, the daughter of some adoptive parent colleague. Ayana raised the corner of her sharp lips to hear their words.
"Truly a man who likes to spread charm," Ayana's mind observed the man before her.
Zidan continues to release emotional self by performing a piano performance. He had asked the host for permission to present a song to them.
Celia and Aidan allowed it and that's how Zidan can play the piano now. At the end of the party he really showed his incredible talent.
"He was devastated by the passing of his wife. He regretted and hoped that with the song he was singing now the woman could hear and understand .. how very sorry she was." The mother's soft voice was shocking.
Ayana turned to the right side to find Celia looking straight ahead. The flat face returned to its original position without any intention to answer the words earlier.
"Ayana .. ah Ghazella .. what are you-"
"Ma, can we not talk about it? I don't want to hear anything about her" Ayana said.
Celia developed both corners of the lips then rubbed the princess' back slowly. "All right, Mom understands. Mom, I'm sorry for saying no."
Ayana shook her head quickly. "No, it's just..."
"Yes Mamah really understands, enjoy the party if you have finished quickly sleeping. There's still a lot to do tomorrow, right?"
Ayana nodded back without saying a single word. After that Celia went to let the princess go and watched the last show.
Zidan really hypnotized many pairs of eyes. His face that was soaked with tears and sweat glistened under the light of the lamp.
The good looks and aura full of attraction has made young women there fall in love. But he doesn't care about that. The only name in her heart and mind right now was Ayana.
The movement of the lips made the owner of the name turn around. He could not if he had to be trapped in a cruel game of Zidan.
"I'm really fed up" he thought.
...***...
A beautiful day welcomes weak souls. In the middle of the capital, Ayana was again preoccupied with work.
The gradation of colors combined together is very suitable to show the painting of nature. Her soft lips curled perfectly when she saw her own work.
"God, God," he murmured warmly.
Not long after the sound of the door squeaking indicates someone is coming. Ayana looked up her head watching a man in an ash suit looking through his work.
"Welcome, can I help you?" ask Ayana surprise.
The man turned his head and displayed a sweet smile showing a row of white teeth. He walked over and faced the owner.
"Ah, I'm looking at a painting. Is that all your work?" ask her while giving her thumbs back.
Ayan nodded slowly and smiled knots. "That's right."
"Is that so? Meet me Arfan Shah." The man named Arfan Shah also extended his hand in front of Ayana.
He immediately cupped both hands in front of his chest while nodding in understanding. "It's nice to meet you. Me, Ghazella Arsyad."
Arfan was flabbergasted and surprised his hand was not welcomed back. He pulled her back awkwardly.
"Newly this time there is someone who does not want to shake hands with me," he said astonished.
"Ah, I'm sorry, but .. in my non-mahram religion can not touch," Ayana replied to lower her gaze.
"God, I have the same trust as you. However, well that's it .. I don't know him very well," he said.
Ayana looked up staring into the man's milk chocolate bead before her. "There's still a chance to change for the better."
Those words were like magic that instantly bewitched him. Arfan silenced to dive into the dark iris of the interlocutor.
Unconsciously the heart rate increases sharply. He then lowered his gaze when he felt something was not right.
Ayana understood and just raised the corner of her lips slowly. "Dad? Are you a descendant of the Shah's family?" tanyanya shifted the topic of conversation.
Arfan pulled away again and nodded briefly. "God, isn't your family managing the painting business? Many famous painters were born there. Syah entertainment ..it's really a big company."
Arfan just smiled awkwardly unable to boast of his family's wealth. Although he is now the leader of the company, but he was never proud.
"That's too much," she replied.
"No-no-no, that's amazing. It's an honor for someone as important as you to come to this simple shop" Ayana said, cupping her hands together.
Arfan chuckled at how excited and enthusiastic the woman before him was. "You're really interesting."
"Eh?" Ayana consciously made Arfan also cursed his own words.
"A-ah, I'm sorry. I don't mean to talk informally .. It's just that I feel-" Arfan clucked a glance and continued his speech. "Forget it, I'm just talking."
"You really are a very nice guy" Ayana said. "Em, I don't mean anything just .. I'm just talking from a layman's glasses about you."
Arfan commented on the sweet smile, Ayana also replied to him until they continued to talk at length. Without both of them realizing from the outside a man was watching.
He sat in his vehicle watching their interaction. The large window in front of Ayana's shop also showed the situation inside.
He gripped the steering wheel of a powerful car with his breath up and down. "Who is that guy? Why does Ayana look so familiar to him?"
Zidan simply watched the man's burly back without knowing who it was. The curiosity getting stronger made his chest rumble violently.