Tear Flower
Chapter 56's
A week after the incident, Ayana refocused on her gallery. He returned his imagination to the painting.
Several times he heard the phone on the cashier table ringing. The only employee he had was overwhelmed by the call.
"We are flooded with orders, Ma'am," he said looking back.
Ayana who was holding a brush also smiled widely. "really? Seruni, did they really order our painting?"
Seruni, the twenty-five-year-old woman nodded in agreement. "That's right, ma'am. Even this weekend they'll come to our gallery."
"God, what a great blessing" Ayana replied.
"Yes, Alhamdulillah. The spirit of painting, Ma'am. I want to serve visitors first," he said to make Ayana agree.
He returned to his job of painting again. He continued to concentrate not wanting to miss a single thing. He paints in detail making the results also attract fans.
Since revealing who the real identity is, Ayana is increasingly flooded with orders. They continue to get customers from all walks of life.
His existence was well received without regard for the past. It is precisely the opposite that many people blaspheme the two pianists.
Ayana doesn't really care about it and assumes that nothing happened. He only hopes that Zidan can immediately sign their farewell letter.
He wants to be released from the man officially and no longer be overshadowed by the past.
"Good day." The voice of a stranger greeted.
Ayana who is still doing her job was disturbed instantly. He realized that Seruni was not in place and was still in charge of guiding the visitors.
He got up from the wooden chair and walked a few steps forward. Ayana finds a man in a black hat hugging a bouquet of flowers.
"Good day, how can I help you?" ask Ayana kindly.
"I from the Camelia store wanted to give this bouquet to Ayana," he explained making the owner of the name frown.
"I'm Ayana, but I don't feel like ordering this bouquet of flowers" she replied.
"I'm just saying it" said the courier.
Feeling bad Ayana took it for granted. The man thanked me and hurried away from there.
Ayana looked at the bouquet consisting of two types that were confused. Red roses and pink carnations remind him of one person.
"Mas Zidan, what else does he want?" ayana muttered the end of the bouquet.
"Who did you get a bouquet of flowers from?" The seruni came as a surprise.
Ayana immediately stuck it out on Seruni. "Not from anyone, you want to?"
"You're Ma'am. I never got a bouquet like that" he said happily.
"Take it then."
Seruni quickly took the bouquet from Ayana's grasp. He smiled happily and took her back.
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Since that day, bouquets or other bouquets continue to arrive. Every day Ayana gets the flowers from the same person.
He also continued to give it to Seruni or to customers who came. He did not receive a bouquet or bouquet from the pianist.
"This ma-li is big." Seruni brought in a bouquet of flowers given a beautiful vase as her container.
"Put it down there" he said.
Seruni complied and immediately placed a vase not far from the entrance. He rubbed his shoulders which was painful.
"Thank you for bringing it" said Ayana.
"Together, Mother. Who keeps giving these flowers? Maybe a fan?" ask Seruni curiously.
"Nothing, just a stranger," Ayana replied, noting both types of flowers in one container and finding a piece of paper tucked inside.
"Mbak should be happy that there are fans who regularly give flowers. It's been two weeks and he keeps sending it. Or maybe he's the guy who secretly loves you, Ma'am. Ah, you should be happy to be loved that way." Seruni continued to fumble without knowing if Ayana was holding back the turmoil in the chest.
Hearing those words earlier, the painter lady also grinned widely. Without looking towards Seruni, he still looked at the inanimate object in front of him.
"Seruni, can you clean up the painting equipment in the display case? I saw a lot of dust in it" said Ayana.
"Ah, really? Oh no pity if such a good piece of equipment breaks." Seruni who was workaholic and very fond of painting equipment rushed from there.
Ayana who saw him smiled and crouched down after Seruni's departure. His hand was stretched out carrying a piece of paper that had already stolen the attention.
He opened the fold and found a familiar handwriting.
"Ayana, do you like flowers from me? I hope you will forgive me for all my past and present mistakes. I purposely gave this red rose and pink carnation to you as a sign if .. I am truly sorry and .. I love you so much._ Zaidan Ashraf."
Ayana gave a rough snort and squeezed the paper into a small roll. He got up and left there to let him go.
...***...
Never did Ayana imagine that on this very day she would have to be reunited with the pianist. Just opening the exit about to go home and rest his tired body, he was faced with a problem.
He let out a rough sigh and looked at the man for a glance. He swerved sharply and stepped foot without giving Zidan a chance to speak.
"Well, how do you like the flowers I give you?" tanyanya makes Ayana step stopped.
"Stop sending it to me. I don't like those two flowers" Ayana replied without turning her head in the slightest.
"Didn't you like roses the most? You used to be glad I gave it to you" Zidan reminded Ayana of the time.
Zidan bought her a red rose as an expression of love. He thought that his husband loved him.
However, all of that was done just to cover up his lies and he did it even if his parents came to visit.
Ayana realized that it was a fake. It is so easy to be lied to and manipulated with their play.
"I hate him so much. I don't like seeing flowers anymore. Please bring a bouquet today and never give it to me again."
After saying that Ayana left without hearing Zidan's answer. The pianist looked back where the flowers he sent today lay in front of the shop just like that.
However, before Ayana reaches the parking lot her steps are stopped by a grip on the wrist. He looked back and their gazes clashed against each other. Zidan rushed over and didn't let him off the hook.
"Let go, what do you want? Let go of me." Ayana tried to release the grip of Zidan's hand that was so strong.
"I won't let go until you accept me again" Zidan said.
"You're nuts. I want to part with you, there's nothing we can defend anymore." Ayana's still trying to let go.
Zidan had not had time to reply to Ayana's words, another hand was clutching her wrist firmly. They looked in the same direction where the CEO and the painter were staring at the pianist.
"Take off the tanga Ayana." The sound of his weight surprised them.