Tear Flower
The Chapter 70
"Before I leave, let me tell you what I've seen in the past few days."
After putting the infusion in Ayana's hand, Danieal again sat in the single seat next to the bed. He looked straight ahead watching the flawless white wall there.
"Zidan ..your husband or maybe ex-husband? I don't know, he sacrificed a lot for you. I saw if he really regretted his past actions."
"He's willing to lose his nerve to protect you. Starting from the incident at the mansion of Chairman Han .. I know if Zidan hit the old man and .. surely his whereabouts are being investigated by them. You know ... President Han is an influential person in this country. The old man did not hesitate to injure anyone who was not in his line."
"That night Zidan gave a crushing blow, and .. surely you know how next. However, Zidan did not care .. he did what had to be done to repay his deeds to you. Until, he was willing to sacrifice himself in order to protect you."
"It was this accident that happened. I don't know what to say, on the other hand .. Maybe you're lucky to be protected so much by Zidan, maybe, but on the other hand I also feel pain when I hear his treatment of you in the past."
Danieal took a breath and exhaled slowly in the middle of the story. At first glance he looked at Ayana who was still firmly in her position.
The corner of the man's lips curved perfectly with clear crystals seeping behind the petals. Danieal squeezes both hands firmly channeling the stuffy.
"Mas doesn't want to see you constantly suffering, Ayana. As an older brother who has known you for over a year Mas .. want the best for you," said Danieal sincerely.
"I'm sorry." After that Danieal got up from his seat and walked out.
Hearing the door close Ayana could not hold any more sobs. His voice echoed there melting the deepest hearts.
He is completely devastated with his life right now. The tears again shed sadness, wounds that should heal overwritten again and again.
Ayana tries to be patient and survive all the flicks that come in a row.
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Day after day Ayana passed by with uncertain feelings. Although she was in one building with her husband, she could not see how Zidan was now.
He refused to leave the room while still following treatment. The therapy this time is done by a doctor as well as a different psychologist.
Doctor Hafiza is now handling it. After that night Danieal asked his partner to replace him to treat Ayana.
It was with pleasure that a woman of the age of the hospital owner's child also supported him.
After almost two weeks together, Ayanah began to feel the change.he was no longer agitated and could again control himself.
"Bismillah, calm down relax don't think much of anything that can bother you," said the hijab-wearing woman warmly.
Ayana could be more free to be in the handling of Hafiza. The woman had a gentle and attentive speech.
He treated Ayana like a sister who needed someone to be next to him.
"Good, you can already control yourself, Thank God, the development is very good," said Hafiza commenting on a happy smile.
Ayana opened her eyes again and looked to the side. "Thank you very much, Doc."
"Sama-sama, don't hesitate. If there's anything you can call me. I'm good friends with Doctor Danieal, your brother?"
"Subscribe. Her parents raised me as their child" Ayana explained later.
Hafiza nodded at a glance and tidied up her luggage.
"I understand. I see that Danieal really loves you. He even told me a lot about your greatness. Great painter, great painter, that's what it's about." A smile bloomed on his face.
The basin under her lips adds sweetness and gives charm to the beautiful doctor that makes Ayana think if her older sister likes this woman.
"Not many are just a few people who are really close to him" he replied. Ayana just nodded in understanding.
"Ah, why do I talk so much like this. Sorry Ayana, you should rest now. It's lunchtime soon, sleep waiting for him." Hafiza rubbed the top of his head warmly.
Ayana felt the touch. Again he nodded in response and after that the doctor left the room.
Ayana got up from her lying down and walked forward while pulling the hanging infusion hose.
He opened the door a little to see the situation around. Curiosity makes him unable to keep quiet.
Fourteen days had passed, during which time Ayana never knew how Zidan's condition after the accident occurred.
He quietly walked out of the room, lucky in the hallway no one made him able to move freely.
Not long after, he arrived right in front of Zidan's room. He looked inside through the small glass at the entrance.
He was surprised to see the pianist lying weakly on the bed with an oxygen mask blocking his handsome face.
Next to it is a heart-detecting monitor that shows its pulse. Ayana was surprised when her head, right hand, and both legs had white gauze.
He realized that Zidan's condition could not be said to be okay.
"Are you a relative of the patient?"
The voice of someone behind was shocking, Ayana froze and was silent for a few seconds before turning around.
He found a man in a white coat staring at him. The man named Abizar tagged a smile to make his old face more prominent.
"A-ah, ⁇ a-me-"
"Do you want to see it?" abizar's question made Ayana flabbergasted.
"If you may know, the patient inside ... how is his condition?" ask Ayana later.
"He was in a coma, there was a leak in his head, his right hand and his legs cracked. Until now he is still unconscious" explained the senior doctor.
Ayana was speechless after knowing the condition of her husband. "I'm sorry then."
With a staggering step Ayana went from before Abizar. He propped himself against the wall next to him, dragging the hanger of infusan trying to reach his room.
Abizar stared silently with meaningful eyes.
"I hope the young lady can recover from the trauma. Forgive me miss pretending not to know you," muttered Abizar as she continued to stare where Ayana was going.
Bak in the stone override tons of weight, Ayana still did not expect to hear the condition of Zidan just now.
It is not able to stem the tears that at once flowed on both cheeks. He was sitting next to a large window at the end of the hall.
There was only her one there, she cried and kept crying trying to release the stuffy stuffy that squeezed her chest strong.
"Allah will heal Zidan. Why is everything like this? Mas Zidan's in a coma? That's impossible," his inner self raved.
The tears became the story of the life of Ayana. He who thinks he has gained peace is in fact a disaster struck.
No one was to blame, Ayana accepted the test and hoped that God would replace it with happiness.