Tear Flower
Chapter 49's
An indiscriminate cloud spewed into the deepest recesses of the heart giving a rain of tears. The wounds of the past buzzed back as the dark record opened again.
No one knows how the future, no matter how hard forgetting its shadow must follow. As hard as it is, releasing his memories remains triggered.
Ayana rubbed the rough clear crystal that was unceasingly flowing. Arfan stuck out a sheet of tissue and immediately taken the interlocutor.
He also felt sad and hurt watching a woman cry right in front of him, especially as a victim of selfishness.
"I'm sorry .. I don't know if it happened that way. I-"
"It's okay, don't pity me. Because if someone has pity on me that means I'm still alive in the past" he replied, cutting off Arfan's words.
The man nodded at a glance, "Sorry. I didn't mean to" He stopped his words when he saw the painter's bright eyes.
"Sorry-sorry-sorry" he said repeatedly.
Ayana who was still busy wiping her tears laughed instantly, seeing that Arfan also followed her. They laughed and felt silly about what happened.
Without the two of them noticing the large number of visitors coming, one of them had been watching him ever since Ayana and Arfan were sitting there.
Zidan squeezed both strong hands watching the heartbreaking sight of feeling. He wanted to go there pull Ayana and hold her tight.
He wanted to say a thousand apologies for the mistakes he made. However, their auras seemed to say do not come closer.
Zidan also undoes the intention of approaching Ayana let him be with Arfan. Just as he turned his gaze immediately fixated on the one figure that opened the door.
They looked at each other talking through their eyes. However, a second later the clear brown eyeball before him rolled to the side.
He looked at the two men for a moment and turned back to face him. The interlocutor continued to look towards Zidan with a flat face.
"Let's talk outside" he asked. Nor would Zidan follow where he went.
Here they are, sitting opposite each other outside the cafe near the Ayana gallery. With two glasses of iced cappuccino, the brothers looked at each other.
"What do you want to say this time, Gibran?" ask Zidan directly.
Gibran grinned widely watching the wound stored neatly behind the look in the eyes of the brother. He knows what he feels.
"It hurts to see the woman that I love with another man?" said insinuate.
"What do you want to talk about?" ask Zidan firmly.
Gibran's rude snort still gave a grin. "Mbak Ayana is back .. What will Mas do?"
"Mas tahu .. the pain that Mas felt at this time was not comparable to that of Ayana. For six years .. six knew Mas he endured all the pain without any care from you. Until Ayana loses the only hope that can make your household survive ..well, both of you children."
"The innocent, innocent baby must be a victim of your selfishness. Mas prefers that woman over Ayana who obviously has loved you for a long time. Mas-"
Instantly Zidan also kicked the table making the attention of visitors and also the employees lead to him.
Some of the officers reported it to Ayana. Since the arrival of Zidan and Gibran there, the man named Galih immediately recorded it.
Across the street, Ayana listened to what the sisters were arguing about. He grinned and said, "do your duty first, later if there is a commotion again I will come there," said Ayana.
"Who are you talking to?" tanyanya to the point.
Ayana who was enjoying a plate of cake also turned her head briefly. "I'm at work, there's someone across there." Arfan just nodded just like that not wanting to interfere too far.
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The atmosphere in the cafe is getting hotter, Zidan moved from sitting and then resting on the table, steady nyalang his biological sister.
Undaunted Gibran gave the same look. He looked up at the instantly piercing flash of anger.
"I know .. I know I was wrong. Can't you not just keep cornering me like this? I'm just a sinner who doesn't escape mistakes. I-"
Gibran went up in black and grabbed the collar of his brother's shirt. "Easyou say that? What about Ayana who you keep hurting? Just getting here is your guilt, Mom?"
Zidan who did not receive immediately gave a raw bogem on Gibran's smooth cheek. The younger brother immediately bounced and hit the iron chair behind him.
The women who witnessed it were screaming hysterically. They left the cafe and there were also those who recorded the incident.
The chaos was created when Gibran returned his brother's punch. He punched that handsome face making him fall down as well.
Instantly, the two brothers were fighting each other, no one wanted to give up on each other. The officers immediately intervened to break them up.
However, the strength of the two men of Ashraf's descent was not kidding. They throw out anyone who wants to separate them.
Until not long after that the soft voice they were familiar with interrupted.
"Stop you two."
Ayana came in the middle of the crowd of visitors. Behind him Arfan followed seeing Zidan and Gibran with battered faces.
"Wanna?" Call Zidan to see his ex-wife coming.
"What are you guys doing here? Just be embarrassed, quickly go and finish your business," said Ayana staring at the guts of the two.
Seeing the anger sparked in the eyes of the former brother-in-law, Gibran langung walked over. The corner of his lips that had been torn, he forced a smile to make him grimace.
"Mom, can you treat my wounds?" door begged.
"Miss, we hope you can treat their wounds first," Galih looked at Ayana.
Hearing what the lady said, Zidan looked at Ayana. His mind was already languidly connecting to what had just happened.
"Miss? Wait there's no way Ayana knows here me and Gibran are fighting if not-" She turned to Galih who was still staring at Ayana. "If he's not the one reporting it. Waitaminute! What can't." Zidan was aware of his own thoughts.
"All right, you two come with me." Final Ayana, "Clean up the mess here and don't let mamah or papah know, well. Oh well, just report it to Danieal's mas," he said before leaving. Galih nodded.
Witnessing this, neither Zidan nor Gibran thought. The figure of Ayana who is now is very much different from the past.
Ayana currently looks authoritative, has a good leadership spirit, and is firm in making decisions.
"True, women who have been hurt can turn out to be more assertive. What has been one more year since Ayana did? I wonder," Gibran thought as he continued to watch Ayana's back in front of him.