Tear Flower
Chapter 81's
The emptiness is looming, the dark story that has happened now is only a story.
It is not good to keep remembering events that cannot be repeated. It is wrong to hold a grudge against someone.
Now he's just putting it all to fate. Al-Ald, Allah is Most Just, the best judge who can recompense anyone.
Ayana realizes that if the wheel of life continues to spin, good and bad, happy and difficult to have their own time.
However, he did not expect that time would return him to the same person again.
In that place, in that residence, and in that building he had spent six years of his life.
The ups and downs of running a household have been taken until he had to lose the baby.
The wound will always be there and always come back inviting tears again and again.
Step by step he watched the room that caught sight. It was there that he lived with the man he loved so much.
There too she accepts the harsh reality if the husband does not really love her.
"This room bears witness to the day I saw the truth. On television I watched her husband and mistress announce happiness, "Ayanas mind stood in the living room staring straight at the large flat object before her.
He walked back to the kitchen, "the place where this meal became another witness like how I experienced morning sicknees, at that time they did not care."
From there, Ayana stepped onto the second floor. He also reached a room that had been a witness to the statement of his husband and honeymoon.
"In this secret room you planned to kill my son. Cih, you two are really amazing, a game so perfect that I don't know anything" he thought again.
Not long after that Ayana came out of there and stared at the room that she had been sleeping in for six years.
"This room, there are so many memories I can remember. How mas Zidan treated me gently and ended up blood flowing endlessly. Here is also the beginning of my son's departure," his mind restrained the pain.
After a while, Ayana stepped foot again to the painting studio.
The whitewashed door was still the same as it used to be, nothing had changed. He opened it slowly, instantly the shadow as he rampaged again.
"I'm raging like crazy here. That night there was only me roaring in pain after an innocent baby returned to the lap of the Divine again, while they were busy enjoying happiness on my wounds," the monologue in his mind stopped there.
Ayana continued walking through the room after room left there. He remembered how his innocent life just happened.
He was too innocent and could do nothing when he accepted the harsh reality of approaching his household.
Until he arrived by the pool and stayed there watching the beautiful afternoon sky.
...***...
Zidan had just arrived from the hospital escorted by Haikal. He hurried home after getting word that Ayana was moving out today.
While pushing his wheelchair, he continued to explore the room where his wife was. Until his sight accidentally saw someone outside the back of the house.
He headed there and at that moment also found Ayana was closing her eyes while looking up.
Zidan stopped the wheelchair, got up slowly and walked slowly toward the idol.
"Thank God, MashaAllah, thank you, dear. You want to go back to our house. God is truly wonderful in giving his kindness. His compassion made me realize from my mistakes, I promise .. I will never make the same mistakes again."
Those words painted the deepest feelings of a Zidan. Gentle shahdu pus, flowing into the deepest recesses of the heart.
Ayana was speechless looking at the muscular stocky arm coiled around her queen belly. The owner of that hand who had once incised a gaping wound.
Ayana let go of her pagutan and turned to face her husband.
He looked up to see a pair of onyx displaying warmth. Never had Ayana seen such a gaze a few years back.
Both eyes usually display hatred as well as deep emotions.
"What made Mas Zidan do all this for me? Didn't you hate me so much?" ayanna opened her voice.
"Shut, please don't bring it up again. I hated myself at that time, too. The thing that made me change was that God made me aware, if the existence of someone who truly loves me sincerely is better ... than someone I've been fighting for."
"Yes, that's how I feel. I was hurt so much by the man I loved so much, but .. I have no regrets about ever falling in love with him. Because I chose to be with him. Even since that feeling was present, it made me aware of the meaning of patience."
Zidan was speechless, the woman who used to be squandered was an extraordinary figure. The couple he needed has now returned.
The pseudo-love made him blind and ignored the truth.
"I'm really sorry I ever hurt you so much. Now-"
"Shut, what Mas said earlier is that we don't have to discuss the past anymore" Ayana said.
"Em, thank you." He again grabbed the small body of the wife while rubbing her back slowly.
"I used to feel in love alone, this heart is no master and only runs a household with emptiness. Even though I have a husband, but the loneliness is still felt. I do have a body, but his heart is with someone else. Oh my God, can we still have this marriage?" gamang mind.
The gentle touch after touch that the husband gave at that time contained thorns. Behind it there is a different meaning to deny Ayana.
The two gaping wound-causing figures wanted him to leave from there so that they could live happily ever after.
But the plan is just a plan. God intended everything to be different, Zidan realized from a mistake and the rottenness of Bella was revealed.
Now there are only regrets that also lead to happiness.
"I love you so much. I love you, Ayana."
The expression of love again sparked, Ayana silently did not return a word feeling mixed feelings.
"If I had heard that. .. I would have been very happy and, I would not have hesitated to reply that .. I also love you very much. However, now? What am I feeling here? I don't know," he thought again.
She could feel her husband's heart beating. An impossible thing that happened in the past, Ayana was flabbergasted and kept listening to the chants.
He involuntarily closed both eyes while returning the hug. Zidan developed a smile when his wife wanted to take him back.
"I will never lose your trust again, Ayana," he said confidently.