Tear Flower
Chapter 72's
"You may not like something when it is good for you, and you may like something, when it is not good for you. God knows, and you do not know." (Q.L. Al-Baqarah: 216)
Tension is still created in the magnolia shop. The smell of oil paint filled the room accompanying togetherness.
No one opened their voices, all three were silent a thousand languages and only the eyes were speaking. The painter continued to stare at the two men before him in turn.
In the midst of her calm, Ayana struggled with herself when now faced with her husband.
It has been three months since they did not meet each other and know each other's whereabouts. Ayana deliberately avoids Zidan to not cause new problems.
He has also been branded not good by the Zidan family because of his behavior that uses Erina's body. Without him knowing if Bella spread it to them, which is increasingly burdensome Ayana.
Ashraf's extended family who initially disliked Ayana is now getting worse. They are more pro to Bella and constantly praise her.
Lina and Arshan who initially did not believe and cons on Bella are now slowly opening their hearts. They were touched by his arrival, who visited Zidan daily in the hospital, and guided him in medicine.
Ayana who knows this can only smile wryly. He realized gradually a person's confidence can fade as he continues to get injections wheeze.
Now time to meet again with the young master as well as the famous pianist in his country. The man who was still a husband on the paper looked at him.
"Can I help you?" ayanna tried to look as normal as possible.
"Why?"
One word represents all feelings in the chest. Zidan gave a questionable look and a curious look was clearly drawn.
He limped, fell awake for three months so that he could immediately get out of the hospital to see Ayana.
A longing that is so turbulent cannot be dammed anymore. His desire to meet Ayana was unbearable, he was determined to come there until in the end they could see each other again.
However, reality does not match expectations. Ayana looks ordinary not like a shadow, Zidan hopes the wife opens her heart a little more for herself.
"Why Ayana?" zidan asked a second time not to get an answer.
"Why? What do you mean?" ask Ayana.
Zidan massaged his temple slowly and without Ayana or Haikal knowing, the pianist got up from the wheelchair.
The sight immediately shocked the two, hastily Haikal who was behind him immediately blocked the pianist's arm.
Zidan threw it rough, "let go of me" he said firmly.
"But the Young Master has not been able to use both feet to walk" he said.
Zidan snorted, his round head turned to the left side. Through the tail of his eyes he looked at his right hand.
"Don't stop me!" he said again not to be denied, Haikal could not do anything and just let it go.
In silence Ayana and Haikal saw what he was about to do. Step by step Zidan butaki approached the charming figure in front of him.
Ayana watched as her husband walked closer. Until without both of them thinking, Zidan immediately threw himself into the arms of his wife.
Ayana was silent as a frozen lump of ice. He felt both of the man's burly hands wrapped possessively around his waist.
He also felt tears wash over his right shoulder. He could do nothing, other than there was a pain that was not what it meant to dwell in the chest.
"I miss you, Ayana. I miss you so much. I really miss you," Zidan said in a soft, trembling voice.
This is the first time Ayana finds Zidan crying and saying longing words to him. During the six years of marriage there was only verbal scathing treatment for her.
"I'm sorry, Ayana. I'm really sorry I hurt you for six years. Now I realize that ..you're the wife I need. I love you .. I really love you. I want to spend time with you, Ayana. I'm .. willing to die if it can protect you. I'll sacrifice myself so you don't get hurt" Zidan said honestly.
Ayana could feel her earnestness behind that wide back. His burly body trembled violently, Zidan who was originally known as an arrogant man had now changed.
Whether conscious or not Ayana, returned her embrace. Both slender hands held up the husband's sweater.
Zidan was flabbergasted then smiled wryly and furrowed his embrace even more. He again showed love to Ayana who is still silent a thousand languages.
Haikal who stood not far from the existence of the two also watched the drama right in front of his eyes.
He knows how much Zidan loves Ayana. Even he was willing to get hit in order to protect the woman.
"The depression and hallucinations have awakened. Hopefully Miss Ayana can feel the earnestness of Young Master," Haikal thought later.
...***...
The clock is showing at half-four in the afternoon. Ayana and Zidan sat side by side facing the large window of the magnolia shop.
Some pedestrians go back and forth as a companion togetherness. The story of no man is re-knit on an invisible red thread that is still wrapped around his second pinky finger.
No one knows how the story ends except God as the owner of life. However, his scenario is sometimes surprising and also thrilling.
Time will keep turning giving chance to anything to come. The increasing regret made the figure of Zidan changed completely.
The arrogant man who often hurt his wife has now been destroyed. He really loved Ayana.
"Why don't you visit me at the hospital? Aren't we in the same building?" asked Zidan who had looked at the peaceful face of the idol.
"I have to do therapy and .. don't have time to visit you. I ... thank you for protecting me twice," retorted Ayana to make Zidan moon bead break.
"Don't thank me, I'm just like everyone else to you. Protecting you has become my duty. .. I want to make amends for all the mistakes made in the past by loving you" he said.
At a glance Ayana looked at him, those eyes looked serious and not playful. Under the long table he clenched both hands.
"Why? Why when everything looks good, there are obstacles that block? O Allah, if indeed the servant and Mas Zidan are not a match, then send our farewell. Servant doesn't want to get hurt anymore and watch her continue to sacrifice herself."
"Two times he laid down his life for me, what did Mas Zidan think? Does he really love me?" monologue in mind.
Ayana is now fully facing the husband, they look at each other to explore the beauty of each eyeball.
There is a foreign feeling of greeting the sanitary napkin, it has been more than a year they do not greet each other and talk. Being in one time like this makes Ayana feel strange.