Tear Flower
Chapter 58's
The future replaces pain with joy. The clock keeps turning fulfilling tasks as a reminder of time.
Since Zidan's arrival at the gallery, Ayana has never seen him again. It has been almost two months that he has regained his composure.
He can paint without burden, serve the buyers with joy, and do whatever he wants freely.
He was no longer worried, anxious, or worried about the arrival of Zidan. However, there was one thing he wanted from her, which was the signature on their farewell letter.
Until now Ayana still has not received any news about her divorce. He continued to hope that Zidan could put the signature on the paper.
Today the dark clouds came again, the sky was so gray without the king of the day accompanying. The sun hiding behind a mega cloud is reluctant to let out its rays.
Ayana came down from the second floor to climb one by one stairs. His gaze was straight ahead watching the large television screen in the living room facing the stairs.
Step by step he went through with eyeballs staring fixedly at one central figure in the spotlight of the camera. The man who had been overturning his world was caught sight again.
The figure was still charming just like the first time he saw it. His finger lentiknya so clever pressing keys for piano keys.
Soft music and beautiful games make Ayana fixated. He stopped just behind the stairs still staring at the man on the screen.
Not long after the show was over. The pianist was interviewed and asked a few questions.
"What's so beautiful music, what was that song of your own creation?" ask the MC there.
"That's right" he answered briefly.
"Well, a pianist like Zidan Ashraf is undeniable if every performance always takes the listeners away. I got carried away, too" said the MC, laughing lightly, Zidan followed.
"So, what does that song you've been singing mean?" ask again.
Zidan turned his head towards the camera staring at one point making the screen full of his handsome face. The charming lips were fluffy making anyone who watched would palpitate.
"This song I created for someone I love so much" he said later.
"Wow, who's the lucky lady?" seda the MC.
"My wife. She's a truly amazing woman. His kindness, his decisiveness, and his perseverance have changed me. I ... love her very much." The pair of eagle beads glazed to make the man next to him moved along.
The MC again teased him, Zidan smiled widely and continued to answer all the questions given.
Ayana stared at the place where she stood as if her world was only centered on the event. He forgot the purpose of immediately going to the store and did not heed the servants around.
Danieal who had just come out of the room was surprised to find the younger brother speechless without moving. He hurried down the stairs and along with it came advertisements.
"Ayana, are you okay?" tanyanya surprise.
Ayana wakes up and flinches from the daydream. "Ah, Mrs Danieal? Yeah, I'm okay, why?" askalanya.
"So I saw you daydreaming, what did you see?" Danieal turned his head briefly towards the television.
"There's not just an unimportant event. Oh well, would you like to go to the hospital?" tanya Ayana switched the conversation.
"Yes, today the hospital is flooded with patients. Maybe Mas can't go home," he answered pursing his lips.
Ayana chuckles at him. "It's okay that it's Mas's job to heal them. Then that's his passion for work, Mas. I'm leaving for Assalamu'alaikum."
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Along the way Ayana's mind was filled with Zidan's performance earlier. I don't know why he couldn't put that memory in his head.
"Astaghfirullah, why do I keep thinking of him? O Allah, please forget. Forget Ayana .. forget it," she said as she continued to drive.
The smile and words he spoke just now continued to wander around. Ayana had never seen Zidan like that during their six years together.
Zidan in the past would only give a flat and cold face. No genuine smile was given, all it was just a mask to cover up the lies before his parents.
Despite being repeatedly lied to, betrayed, and hurt, Ayana still loves him sincerely. He continues to do the same job as a good wife to Zidan.
However, at the age of her sixth marriage, she gets an unexpected surprise. Zidan presents Bella to their household and makes the woman his honey.
Heavy days are getting heavier when there is a third person without Ayana knowing it has been there since the first time they married.
He was presented with the sight of slicing feelings and making the wounds in his heart continue to grow. He is getting hurt without being loved.
The point is that he has to lose his heart. The wound was getting open and getting worse, Ayana decided to leave hoping to rearrange her heart.
Years changing Ayana managed to escape from the confinement of pain and change herself to be stronger. However, without her guessing the husband present said the love that he had hoped for.
"Why? Why should it be now?" racau Ayana's. Clear crystals glide irresistibly across both cheeks.
He erased it rudely over and over again, "Aren't you playing me first enough, Mom? Is there not a little bit of your heart to let me be happy?"
"I'm sick and hurt hearing you love me like this. How should I react if-" the speech stopped by itself.
Ayana realized what she was about to say just now. The head in the hijab shook its head several times trying to throw off a cross of whispers.
"I want to part with you .. I really want to part with you Mas Zidan," he said.
Accompanied by the roar of the car engine, Ayana continues the journey to her shop. He could not hold back the tears that were constantly flowing.
His mind and heart are not in line, both have their own desires that precede each other.
Ayana did not know which one to attach importance to. If leaning to his heart he is afraid of getting hurt again, and if he prefers his mind he still wants to separate. He continues to struggle with himself.
At a different venue, Zidan who had just finished his concert got another invitation. Haikal as his personal assistant again offered the young master a black invitation.
"What else is this? Can't I just clear my schedule for a day?" ask Zidan while holding up the invitation.
"Can't be Young Master. You yourself say you want to be preoccupied with various jobs, so enjoy while there. Oh well, don't forget this afternoon you have to meet the ustadz at the Al-Barokah mosque, they held a lecture there," explained Haikal who was sitting in the front seat.
Zidan who was behind him nodded in agreement. He opened the invitation and was surprised to see who had invited him.
"President Han? This great guy invited me?" tanyanya.
Haikal looked back. "That's right, he wants you to put on a show at his party."
"All right." Zidan re-folded the invitation and placed it in the next seat. Haikal rushed to run the car from there.