Tear Flower
Chapter 65's
Painful events are not as easy as turning the palm to heal. It takes a lifetime to forget and ignore them.
Repeatedly betrayed, lied to, and hurt made Ayana not easy to believe the words that Zidan uttered.
His heart was already covered by a pain that could not heal anytime soon. He squeezed the big bed sheet channeling the pain in the chest.
Again and again tears rolled so hard. Ayana rubbed it rough making Zidan who witnessed it stunned.
"How could I make her cry again" he thought anxiously.
Ayana's breathing instantly accelerated, her chest rising and falling as cold sweat sprung up at her temple.
As much as he could, he refrained from rebelling. However, again and again past events perched to form a scene that could not be stopped.
Ayana squeezes as hard as her fingers until it causes a red rash. Zidan regained his senses and immediately rose from his seat.
The sound of the seat roused Ayana's anger. He rebelled again, pulled out the blanket and got out of bed.
He stood on the other side of the bed opposite Zidan. His maniacs turned red, his eyes blazing at the opponent.
"DON'T YOU EVER INTERFERE WITH MY LIFE AGAIN!"
Zidan gasped to hear a muffled voice full of wounds ejected from Ayana's pale lips. He watched as the eyeball rolled slowly to the side and as quickly as lightning the wife grabbed the broken glass left on the floor.
Zidan was wide-eyed when he realized that Ayana was pointing him at the left wrist.
"NO!" Zidan shouted loudly and ran as hard as he could to hit the tiny body of the wife.
The incident was as fast as lightning, along with thunder that suddenly came to earth with each other. Darkness ruled with rain falling very hard.
...***...
Step by step tracing the passageway he had been through for many years. The footprints left behind showed a bright red stain following where it had gone.
Not long after, he arrived at one of the white doors. Her frail hand stretched out grasping the handle then pulled it down.
Unexpectedly the door opened and showed again the memories of a year and a half ago. The expressionless cold face inside stared fixedly at the scene ahead.
It was thrilling, he thought as he looked at the room it was still the same as the last time he left it.
The events he did there left a trace without changing in the slightest. He walked in and found the only painting standing upright in the middle of the room.
He opened the covering cloth and was immediately fixated on his work left behind in the residence. His chest rumbled, flowing endless pain.
He squeezed the left chest trying to get rid of the pain. However, no matter how hard he tried the wound never went away.
"My baby" she said glimpsed a portrait of a sleeping baby on a white cloud.
Clear liquid glides like a flowing river. Ayana rubbed it rough with her right hand outstretched forward.
His index finger touched the surface of the canvas that felt cold.
"My little baby" he said again. "My poor baby, I'm sorry, dear Mom. My mother failed to be a good mother to you. Mamah can't keep, protect, and let you go from Mama's stomach."
"Your friends love you very much, baby. My poor baby, you were forced to leave because of your father's selfishness. I'm sorry, Mamah really sorry I couldn't protect you so well." Ayana kept raving in front of her own picture.
Accompanied by tears Ayana still stood there. Without heeding the pain in his torn palm, he continued to touch the baby's face from the painting.
A second later his lips curved to form a perfect crescent moon. Like two different people, Ayana is really like everyone else.
He was stunned when he saw there was another writing under the words he dissolved.
The sentence made him grin broadly while clenching both hands.
...***...
Magnolia gallery is open again, the owner from yesterday without any news has now returned again. There was no one there, other than Ayana who was tidying things up in the next room.
He placed a painting he had just brought from the pianist's mansion. A smile re-expanded on his pale face.
He was still wearing the same clothes from President Han's invitation party. The dress had already been torn in some parts and there were also red stains around it.
The smell of water cannot cover up what has happened. He also covered the wound on the right palm with just a makeshift bandage.
"Darling," he called in the picture of a baby.
Not long after that the door opened violently. Without heeding her existence, Ayana continued to link both hands while looking straight ahead. Both corners of her aunt are still perfectly curved with different meanings.
"What did you do to Zidan?" ask someone who has suddenly arrived without being invited.
He gripped both shoulders Ayana tight. Slowly his two eyes looked at the figure before him.
"Why?" ask lirih.
Instantly Danieal goosebumps to hear the voice of his sister. This was the first time he had seen Ayana in such a bad state.
"W-what did you do to Zidan?" he said again with a tone of speech turned into fear.
Ayana threw out her brother's hand and looked back at her painting a year and a half ago. Danieal followed his point of view and immediately realized something.
"Astaghfirullah, Ayana," he thought.
He also noticed the condition of Ayana who was really far from the impression of clean. He was also surprised to find that the bandage on his right hand had turned a bright red color.
He grabbed it made the owner flabbergasted. Ayana pulled him rough to throw Danieal's hand.
"What do you want to do?" The cold tone made Danieal dumbfounded.
He realized that Ayana's condition was at its worst stage. Instantly guilt lodged in the chest, when he immediately asked what should not be said first.
Ayana grinned at the change in the face of her sister.
"You're the same, just judging from one side. Objectively without knowing what is really going on. GET YOU OUT OF HERE! I SAID GO!" Ayana screamed loudly to make the veins on her neck stand out, even though they were blocked by the hijab.
Danieal trembled to find Ayana's condition was much different than before.
"Take it easy Ayana, I don't mean-"
Ayana throws the painting at Danieal, lucky that the doctor can avoid her from making the work lying on the floor.
However, dear thousand darling the painting named my little baby was torn right in the middle.
Ayana shouted hysterically watching the scene slice through the feeling. He squatted down, swept his hands over it until blood from improperly treated wounds splattered there.
This increasingly makes his condition not careless. Ayana constantly yelled, cried, and raved indistinctly.
Danieal who witnessed that was dumbfounded. He was afraid and worried about the mental health of his brother. He tried to calm Ayana down, but still failed.
"Oh Allah, Ayana. Why is it like this? Aren't you healed?" said membatin.
Ayana continued to cry calling out to the baby who was lost in the womb. As a future mother in a slumped state, she was deeply hurt and lost.