Tear Flower
Chapter 60's
All the invited guests were present, the large number of people made Ayana a little confused. He continued to follow where Danieal had gone without giving his brother a chance to stay away.
Danieal also carefully guarded his sister so as not to be separated from the supervision. Somehow he felt an inkling of wearing less at the party.
Fifteen minutes later, soft music was welcomed. Ayana and Danieal who were standing not far from the front of the stage also allowed a view.
The clear net of the hijab woman was focused on one figure there. It's been two months since Zidan's love speech never bothered him again.
However, this second in the same place, that very moment Ayana witnessed it back. Zidan is giving his performance which immediately attracts the attention of the guests.
"Isn't that Zidan? Is he here too? So President Han invited him to play the piano? Whoa, what kind of coincidence is this?" racau Danieal noticed the man sitting opposite the classical music.
He then looked to the side where the sister was silent as a chunk of ice.
"Ayana," he called her slowly. Ayana did not reply at all, her attention continued to be turned forward with an unfailing look.
"Aiana."
"Hey, Ayana."
"AYANA."
Danieal repeatedly called out to her and instantly raised a voice making Ayana flinch. He looked at the brother who was looking at him.
"What are you doing? Are you fascinated by your husband's appearance?" Tempt Danieal while raising both eyebrows up and down.
"What the hell is Mas? Not particularly. Who is fascinated? I'm sick!" ayana said back and left Danieal.
The handsome doctor laughed at once. For more than a year together, Daneial already knows what his sister is like.
He could see that behind eyes full of wounds for his past man, there were still seeds of feelings left behind.
However, he did not want to and could not offend it. Danieal did not want to take the risk by arousing his depression again.
"Ayana wait, don't leave Mas. The boy never listens to what his sister says" dumel Danieal followed Ayana's departure.
On the stage, Zidan noticed his wife in silence. His heart was pounding to see the face he had missed so much.
He tried not to bother her again and let go of her just like that. However, in the silence of the night he always asked the Owner of the Heart to reopen the door to his wife's forgiveness.
However, he received the reward for what he did. He felt a deep pain for the betrayal of love from Bella, his career had dimmed, hated his family, experiencing hallucinations and depression.
He understood what kind of pain was once inflicted on Ayana, to make her feel the same way and all turned to her.
"Ayana," he thought in silence.
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"Basar Mas Danieal was always teasing me. Does he not know if I do not like being teased like that? Really," racau Ayana who is now on the balcony.
The palace-like building made Ayana fixated. He swept a look around the area where a lot of plants thrive there.
His head then turned to the right, finding a long hallway by his side on the wall fence on the back of an adult.
"Well, this place isn't messing around. I was like being in a fairy tale world," he muttered fascinated by the place.
The dim light from the lights of the room inside as well as the moonlight accompanied the solitude. Ayana walked closer towards the barrier and rested there.
He looked up to see the beautiful night sky. Her soft lips curved perfectly to feel the cold wind coming down.
"I'm sorry?" said confused.
"The weather is a little cold, I brought you green tea to warm the body. Ah, take it easy I don't mix it with poison," he said, noting a wry smile.
Hearing that Ayana also grunted softly. "I didn't think I was getting there. Thank you, "he received the drink he brought. He believes that the person is a waiter who serves as a giver of drink to the guests.
Ayana then crouched down to sip her favorite tea. "Em, that's delicious. I am a fan of green tea" he said again and got up.
The man who did not know what his name was, again curled the two corners of the lips. He was happy to see Ayana drink the drink given.
"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that. Then please enjoy it, I have to go back inside" he said later.
Ayana only nodded a few times letting the man go. After returning alone he sat on the guardrail while leaning against the pole there.
While enjoying green tea he saw the star-studded night sky. His feelings gradually improved and also calmed down.
He forgets Zidan's presence there and spends time alone. He was isolated and also forgot the existence of his brother.
"It feels so good to be here" he murmured again.
Until a moment passed, Ayana who had finished her drink felt that something was wrong with her.
"Why do I suddenly feel hot?" lirih Ayana came down from the guardrail, squeezing her hand trying to focus.
However, as time passed, it became even more unfounded. The resulting sensation of heat radiates throughout the body.
Ayana tries to walk in search of fresh air to eliminate the feeling of tightness within. His breathing rumbled like a person holding something back.
"Oh my God, what is this? Why is my body suddenly like this?" lirih Ayana while walking in limp.
He arrived at the end of the hall and looked to the right and left there was another road that did not know where it was headed.
As much as Ayana's energy swallowed her saliva firmly soaked the throat that felt dry. It squeezes the left chest out the increased desire.
"O Allah protect the servant" whispered Ayana again.
He understood and understood what his body was going through. He tried to walk as far away from people as possible so as not to get into trouble.
Although the desire was very great, but he could not relate carelessly. He must keep his honor and purity well.
Ayana stepped back and tried to reach the exit. His efforts were in vain, the path he took instead made him enter more and more.
There was no one at the end of the hall that he had taken. It was pitch-black without the slightest glimmer of light.
Ayana leaned against the wall and instantly her body slumped down. He refrained from making a sound that could make him hate himself.
With her consciousness on the verge of breaking down, Ayana kept holding back something that was continuously impelling her to do that.
Without him realizing from the side direction a pair of shiny pantofel shoes with fantastic prices walked closer.
Both corners of the lips curved watching the fish eat the bait. His figure continued to step foot closer to Ayana.
Not long after, he stood right beside the woman. He leaned down and stroked the painter's right cheek.
At that instant Ayana also moaned involuntarily.