Tear Flower
Chapter 82's
The night has brought the beautiful twilight. Darkness dominates the sky with darkness.
Not a single star or moon appeared. The silence was increasingly greeting making some wild animals howl his voice
In the midst of the sparkling life of the capital, in the east inside a magnificent building Ayana again enjoyed eating with her husband.
On the rectangular-shaped table are presented various favorite dishes. From fried chicken to warm soup, everything is there and available there.
The clear brown eyeball swept the appetizing food without touching it.
Zidan who was sitting next to him stared in surprise. She then put her hands on Ayana's fingers, the owner was jolted and immediately turned to her husband.
"What's wrong? Don't you like the food? Is this food not your favorite anymore?" ask Zidan streak.
The head of the hijab shook slowly. "No" he answered briefly.
"Then, why?" ask the husband again.
Ayana was silent for a few seconds, her gaze falling back to the food in front. Zidan patiently waited and continued to watch his wife's silence.
"Where do you know if this food is my favorite?" Ayana turned her head again.
The pianist's charming lips expand perfectly. He tightened the grip on the wife's hand and gave a longing look.
"Of course I know, haven't we lived for six years?" tanyanya happy.
Ayana snorted and then took a quick look. "Yes, six years full of tears" he whispered as slowly as he could.
Zaidan gasped and continued to hold it warm. He will not let Ayana remember the past.
"Ah, then let's eat it later cold hunt," he asked to give a pedestal to the wife.
In the midst of the company of the master and mistress at the dinner table, the servants looked at the two. They looked at each other with meaningful views.
...***...
After dinner, Ayana intends to continue her hobby of painting new works. Just as his legs were about to step into the kitchen to grab a glass of water first, he faintly heard some people talking.
Ayana stopped her steps and hid behind the wall. Curiosity is growing when accidentally heard his name called.
"Isn't that Miss Ayana? Wh why? Didn't he die almost two years ago?" ask one of the servants there.
"I heard Miss Ayana faked her death, hasn't there been a lot of news about it everywhere?" say one more.
"really? So, all this time Miss Ayana tricked the young master and made Miss Bella leave?"
"Is this the reason why young master Zidan and Miss Bella are divorced? Because Miss Ayana is back?"
"It's a pity, even though they're a good match for each other. Pianist couple .. isn't that awesome?" said the waitress who was on the chin staring at her friends one by one.
"It turns out Miss Ayana was full of gimmicks, I thought she was a kind, friendly, polite woman, but in fact?"
"We can't judge a man by his cover."
"That's right, we can't assume someone is good or bad before getting to know him further."
Unknowingly the five female servants who were gossiping in front of the stove nodded their heads in agreement.
Without them knowing if the person speaking last time is someone they were talking about.
Instantly, the servants were wide. Right in front of her eyes, they witnessed Ayana displaying a big smile.
His beautiful manic narrowed his eyes at the five female servants one by one. A second later, he walked around them.
The servants looked down and found it was presumptuous to talk about his young lady.
Ayana poured a glass of water and sat down at the dining table. He held a long-legged glass in front of him and turned it slowly.
"Someone can change because of the treatment of others. We can not see the behavior of the person is good or not only from the cover, right? So does the woman you were flattering earlier, do you really know who she really is?"
"Ah, I forgot. Aren't you guys able to work here that's help from him? Uh, it's amazing. The men who flattered their master were worthy of appreciation. Are you here to spy on me?"
"Okay, okay .. Please watch over me and report to the master. Then I'll go back upstairs first."
After the stirring that made the five of them silent did not wince, Ayana displayed a wide grin and then passed from there.
After Ayana, Dara, Clarisa, Helena, Luna, and Meisya looked at each other again. They again whispered to blame each other for his behavior earlier.
However, amidst that noise, only Helena fell silent. Both hands clenched looking at the figure of Ayana continued to move away.
...***...
Hate to be a keyword that goes unmentioned. Ayana kept silent in her painting studio in the mansion without doing anything.
He sat on a wooden chair that had been there for six years, accompanying his solitude.
The room was still chaotic had not been cleared, both Ayana and Zidan they both let it go.
In the silence Ayana recalled the heartbreaking events of the chest. He smiled wryly when the shadow as he raged continued to say hello.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He watched the oil paint spread there.
"What have I done? Is this decision right? O Allah, are you able to carry out your duties as a wife again? Will our relationship be okay this time? Has Zidan really changed and loved me?" his murmur asked a question for which there was no answer.
All that floating just gives a big question mark. He still can't believe that Zidan loves him.
"What in the span of almost two years can people immediately change drastically like that? Wait, am I the same?" racau Ayana again.
"I don't know," the final.
His mind was still raging between reality and dreams. The two things collide with each other making an illusion without edges.
Ayana used to wish her husband could love her again. He would not hesitate to give all his soul and body to be with Zidan.
However, after those painful years passed, everything changed in trust.
It's not easy to put things back the way they were, Ayana hoped there would be an answer behind the doubt.
"Astaghfirullahaladzim." It continues to stand aside to get rid of the flutter in the chest. "Better clean up this mess first."
After that, he moved from sitting down and began to clean up his studio. He hopes that with the busyness done can help a little to forget the complexity in life.
From the outside, Zidan continued to pay attention. He who is still sitting in a wheelchair can only be silent stiff.
"Is it because you want to return the favor so accept my invitation to get back together? Ah, no-no Ayana can't be like that, but ... the question was?" his mind continued to watch Ayana from the door opening slightly.