Tear Flower
Chapter 50's
The room in the form of a medium-sized box was filled by three children adam. The only woman there was treating one of the injured men.
Many times Gibran grimaced as alcohol hit his wound. Without saying a word, Ayana focused on her work.
Not far away from them, Zidan who was sitting on a wooden chair while folding his hands in front of his chest watched their interaction.
Until his eyes were focused on Ayana. Lots of questions that settle in his round head, but he blur when emotions are still in the crown.
"Aw-shh, sick Ma'am," Gibran said for the umpteenth time.
"Stop whining like a kid, it sucks" Zidan said.
Gibran turned to her and stuck out his tongue like a child and returned to Ayana. "Mbak" called.
"Hm?" ayanas reply firmly.
"Can you treat my heart too?" he said it managed to make Ayana look up.
"What do you mean?" ask Ayana later.
Gibran gripped his left chest slowly, "I just broke up and needed someone to heal him. Can you be my healer?"
"What do you mean, Gibran? Don't say anything," Zidan replied.
"Well, it's great to see you guys getting along" said Arfan, who had just arrived with four drinks. He also heard what they said.
"But wait a minute well little sister, Ayana has become a mooring of my heart. So, you-" Arfan pointed right in front of Gibran's face. "No chance" he went into the game.
"What's? Hey, what do you mean?" Not Gibran who went up black, but another figure had witnessed the drama before him.
Zidan got up from his seat, clutching Arfan's right shoulder. The owner automatically looks back to find a pair of eagle eyes hunting his prey.
"Oh, quiet buddy what are you doing?" Arfan looked at the stifled emotions from Zidan.
He grinned when he knew what he was feeling. He threw the man's hand on his shoulder and continued to look at him.
He then turned to Ayana who was developing a smile. Arfan also replied that no less warm to make Zidan more up.
He wanted to take Ayana away, but was afraid to make things worse. He can only swallow the pain when there are two men fighting over the woman who is late in love.
He sat back down, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He would wait his turn until Ayana bandaged his wound.
However, hope is only hope, not long after the door of the room was opened. A bespectacled man poked his gaze at the residents who were looking in one direction.
Aware of being the center of attention, he cleared his throat slowly and went inside and closed the door again.
"Mas gets a report if there's a commotion, is this the result?" danieal asked, looking at his sister.
Ayana nodded briefly, "as Mas saw."
Danieal looked at Gibran, who was about to be treated, and then turned to the side where Zidan had no help at all.
He pulled the wooden chair not far from his existence and just sat down in front of Zidan. The pianist frowned dislikeingly.
"Why? You want my brother to treat you?" ask Danieal directly.
The words that were about to be spoken were swallowed back. Zidan could only sigh in resignation and let Danieal treat his injuries.
"Just calm down, Mas Danieal is the best doctor. Well ... although sometimes it can be careless," said Ayana turned to the right side.
"God." Simultaneously the shrill voice of Zidan echoed there.
The handsome doctor looked at Ayana and smiled broadly. "This is what he meant," he said who either intentionally or unintentionally pressed against the wound on Zidan's right cheek.
That smile was still the same as it had been days ago. A smile that was only for himself, a smile that only he showed to him, and a smile that was timeless.
But now the smile is not for him anymore. Zidan could only swallow the disappointment and sigh heavily.
Danieal who was nearby also realized that. He caught a glimpse of Ayana who was busy talking with Gibran and Arfan.
"Is it hard to see a wasted wife again?" danieal said he was busy with his activities.
Zidan, who had been looking down, raised his head again. "What do you mean?"
Danieal looked back at the gaze of the man before him. He smiled sweetly full of meaning implied in it.
"Nothing just ... it's not easy being an Ayana is it?" ask again.
Zidan turned his head to the side looking at Ayana in silence. His chest rumbled, his heart racing, making dew seep in both of his manics.
He muttered "em" in response.
...***...
Evening came, after a day in the store, Ayana decided to go home. Finished tidying up the items inside he went hand in hand with the only employee working there.
They say goodbye to each other and take the opposite path. Ayana set foot to reach her vehicle, until her movement stopped.
Not far from his whereabouts he saw a pair of middle eyes staring at him fixedly. Ayana grinned at a glance and hurried to the parking lot.
"Ayana wait," he said slightly running over.
Ayana who was standing next to her four-wheeled vehicle looked up to see that handsome face again.
"You what?" tanyanya cynic.
"Can we talk?" doors later.
"There's nothing to talk about anymore" retorted Ayana about to open the car door.
Again and again her movements stopped as the man hugged her tightly. The perfume that he had not inhaled for a long time now re-smelled.
Ayana drops the car keys and stands stiff as her ex-husband further tightens his grip.
"Ayana, I miss you so much" Zidan said in a trembling voice.
Ayana raised the corner of her lips again. "Let go, I'm not the old Ayana anymore."
"No, you're still my wife. Ayana .. I love you. I love you so much."
Instantly it also beat the heart too fast. During their six-year marriage, the words were now spewed from the charming lips of Zidan Ashraf.
The pain he was trying to forget immediately hit him quickly. Like a tangled film, the same impressions keep spinning in the memory.
Betrayal, lies, lies, mixed into one. Ayana clasped both hands firmly hearing all the expressions of Zidan's feelings.
He never imagined he would hear the words of love come out of his mouth. It's too late everything's really too late.
Ayana did not expect any more suffocating feelings. Everything was gone along with the day he left Zidan's residence that night.
All are just memories and not to come back. Ayana was just silently stiff with mixed thoughts.
Zidan who feels getting the green light keeps stroking the top of Ayana's head dear. He expressed his apologies and love at the same time.
At that point he also showed the regrets he had experienced so far. He hoped that Ayana could see her sincerity and accept it back.