Tear Flower
Chapter 38's
Sadness is well preserved in the silent shadows. The story will always be on every journey of life that is still going on.
God will always give good to every servant of His who believes. Black, white, happy, crying, good and bad will continue to be present until the appointed time.
Nothing is eternal in this world, everything has time to come and go. Then let go if it only gives a wound.
It is not good to continue to endure the pain which will later leave misery. Let time roll out to give goodness by itself.
That is what Ayana is experiencing right now. He decided to leave and not go back to the past. Although, it still remained that the people at that time continued to come to him.
Starting from the husband, honey, to his in-laws, continue to be present alternately. Like today, Lina and Arshan came to him. He knows what they want.
"Ayana, can't you be honest with Mom and Dad?"
"You know, you've been through a lot of wounds all this time. Because Zidan never loved you. Even ... Even you have lost a baby, who .. was deliberately killed by his own father."
"You are in mourning ... Mom and Dad knew the truth. For that ... Mamah represents all the families apologizing to you, Ayana," Lina said at length.
Under the table, Ayana clenched both hands tightly. A sense of tightness suddenly came approaching as fast as the light grabbed.
Thunder was earthy to each other delivering lightning snatching on the deepest recesses of the heart. The gathered gray clouds gave dew to settle on his pair of beads of nettle.
Ayana commented on the meaningful smile that looked back at the two people before her.
Lina and Arshan are still showing some water. They could imagine how much pain Ayana had experienced first.
Thanks to the selfishness and cruelty of the baby, women as good as Ayana can get a gaping wound.
"You know now you're pretending to be someone else to forget the past. It's okay we understand, Mamah and Dad just-"
"I'm sorry well, Mr and Mrs .. I don't understand what Mrs said just now. For the umpteenth time, I hear people say that, but .. I stress to you if .. I am not the woman you know."
"I'm sorry for what happened to your family. I'm Ghazella Arsyad, not Ayana. I beg the Master and Madam's understanding not to corner me as someone you know."
Firm and clear, Ayana looked at them with confidence if she was just a stranger.
He had nothing to do with the personal life of the Arfan family. For Ayana it's all been gone since she left that night.
"Ayana, don't you think Father and Mom will believe? We have lived together for six years and .. we also know each other. I hope you're being honest with us."
"Dad and Mamah just want to say .. we miss you so much, Ayana," Arshan said straightforwardly.
The middle-aged man developed a smile that was very similar to Zidan.
Ayana faded away the curvature of her crescent moon, when all their words reemerged the wound she had desperately forgotten.
Like a blink of an eye, yesterday's events brought him down quickly.
Ayana pressed her thumb nail against her index finger tightly until it was red and spitting out blood.
The wound was not comparable to the pain he had received for six years.
"Once again I ask the understanding of Mr and Mrs not to interfere in personal matters. I am the second daughter of the Arsyad family, not Ayana or anyone else. If you still insist on considering me the woman ... with all due respect, without demeaning Mr and Madam please both leave my shop."
Ayana's face was turning sour. He can no longer afford to be constantly reminded of the past.
For him that time was dead and not to be remembered again.
Just now he was about to step in Lina's words stopped quickly.
"The door of our house will always be open for you, Ayana. Whenever you want, we will always be waiting for you. Because you're our family, honey."
Ayana clenched both hands firmly resisting all the emotional turmoil in the chest.
He was about to set foot again, but the arrival of the brother made his eyes more dewy.
He shook his head in the hijab several times, Danieal who realized that the condition of his brother was not okay was looking behind Ayana.
He concluded that the two figures were the reason Ayana's mood changed instantly.
Danieal walked past the sister and nodded his head briefly to Mr and Mrs Arsyad.
"Thank you for coming to my sister's shop. I beg you Mr and Mrs not to say anything to my sister. Because he's not okay."
"As you already know if she-" Danieal pointed at Ayana who was behind her back using her thumb.
"She is my sister Ghazella Arsyad. We don't know who and how women are similar to someone you know in the past, but he's-" Danieal reached into denim's pocket pulled out a cell phone and displayed a notice inside.
"This is the result of a DNA test between Ghazella and our parents. They were equally matched without any doubt. This is done to stress you about Ghazella's whereabouts." Complete and straightforward, Danieal explains what Ayana really is.
Lina and Arshan were in disbelief. Both of them turned to Ayana who was staring at their nanar.
Unable to continue dealing with the figures from the past, Ayana rushed away leaving them just like that.
Danieal commented on the smile of the knot watching the two be mired sembilu.
"I hope you can understand." Once again Danieal gave a friendly smile and followed Ayana into a room.
Lina and Arshan looked at each other then left from there.
Having just set foot out of the shop, their steps came to a standstill as they watched the first son arrive.
They looked at each other watching the question mark inside each other's eyes.
"Mammy? Daddy's? What are you guys doing here?" zidan asked, staring at them in turn.
Since experiencing depression and hallucinations, the relationship between Zidan and his parents gradually improved.
Lina and Arshan could not bear to watch his son constantly slumped over the relics of Ayana.
They were also devastated and did not expect the daughter-in-law as good as it could die quickly.
However, as time went on a figure similar to the late Ayana suddenly came. They believe that Ghazella Arsyad is a person from her past.
"Can we talk?" Pinta the mother.
Zidan simply nodded obediently and followed where his parents were going.
They sat together in the car with silence. Only the void accompanies the togetherness of the three.
Zidan knew what his father and mother were trying to say, certainly about the whereabouts of Ghazella Arsyad.