Tear Flower
Chapter 83's
Grey clouds are again present after the departure of sunlight that only appears a few seconds.
Today Ayana started to carry out her duties as a wife just like before. She cooked breakfast for herself and her husband.
Last night he had completely forgotten about it, but the five perpetrators who talked about it seemed hesitant to help.
They continued to be silent a few meters behind Ayana who was facing the stove.
"Are you guys going to stay there? Can you help me?" pinta Ayana surprise.
He was still busy struggling with some groceries, returned to the stove, and continued to do other things.
Dara, Clarisa, Luna, and Meisya looked at each other and hurriedly helped, while Helena was busy monitoring the movements of the lady.
Without saying a word he covered his back and picked up his smart thing.
Once there he contacted someone and spoke by phone.
"He seems to be trying to get things back to the way they were, and it also seems like their relationship is gradually getting better. What am I supposed to do?" tanyanya.
Someone across the street was talking, Helena nodded her head in understanding.
"All right, I'll do it" he said again.
After that conversation ended, Helena looked straight ahead and rushed to devise a plan to launch the mission immediately.
Clarisa, Luna, Meisya, and Dara looked at Ayana. The painter was still busy with his job of raking in foodstuffs.
He realized that the four servants who helped him continued to pay attention. He kept quiet trying not to heed them.
However, over time he was also uncomfortable if it had to be looked at like that.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" tanyanya immediately looked at them.
The four women looked at each other again and told others to talk. They accused each other of making Dara come forward to face Ayana.
"We-we want to apologize to young Miss," he explained nervously.
"Why are you apologizing?" ask Ayana.
"Because we were wrong to talk about the young lady," he replied.
Ayana reviewed a gentle smile then turned off the stove and completely faced them.
"If someone admits a mistake and apologizes, what do you think?" ask Ayana.
Dara raised her head briefly and looked back to watch her three friends shake their heads several times.
"Allah is Oft-Forgiving, so who am I to forgive others? I'm just His despicable and sinful servant, so there's no reason for me not to forgive you, is there?"
"I've really forgiven you guys and .. I don't care what other people talk about. Because as long as it doesn't hurt, they have the right to express their opinion about me" Ayana replied, silencing her fourth mouth of the meeting.
Dara looked back at the pair of soot that was staring at her. Highlight the warm eyes and the shade of the crescent moon arch on the face of the ayu that makes him more guilty.
He once again apologized and did not believe Ayana's answer. They were relieved and moved to get forgiveness from the lady.
Not far from them, Helena watched everything. He still stared at the four colleagues and his master in silence.
His feelings were immediately mixed, he did not expect to hear for himself how Ayana took the attitude.
"Is he pretending to be nice?" mumbling impales.
...***...
Ayana is currently enjoying breakfast with her husband. Zidan unceasingly widened his smile watching his wife return to service.
Last night they did not sleep together, unknowingly Ayana fell asleep in the painting studio after cleaning the room.
"Darling, why did you sleep in the studio last night? Aren't you cold?" ask Zidan to start a conversation.
"Hm? No, why?" ayana asked back to spoon a piece of rice into her plate.
"No, it's just-"
"The room was very dirty, and last night I cleaned it. Maybe because of the soy sauce I fell asleep there," continued Ayana cut off the husband's words.
He sat down in the dining chair and started eating. Zidan continued to pay attention, there was no word of bored looking at the beautiful face of the wife.
"Other times you can get a housekeeper to take care of it" Zidan said.
"Also, why didn't Mas take care of it? For a year or so the room was left in disarray?" ask Ayana curiously.
Zidan nodded impeccably. "I let it go, because .. I can't go in there. When I found out you were gone, I was afraid to see the memories left there. Haikal said, I must stay away from places that you have been in for a long time. He's afraid my hallucinations are getting worse."
"Since you came back, I decided to open it up and see all the chaos there. Ayana-" Zidan paused his words and cupped the back of his wife's hand warmly.
"I saw your tape at the time. I'm really sorry to have inflicted such a deep wound on you" he continued.
Her dark bead glazed over making Ayana comment on the knotty smile. He patted the back of the husband's hand slowly.
"Here you go, it's all over. Em, today I have to open a gallery, is it okay at home alone?" ayan asked to shift the topic.
Zidan nodded at a glance. "Of course, don't worry, I can take care of myself."
"Alright, finish the breakfast," Ayana said again.
"Em, your cooking has never changed still the same as it used to be, it's so delicious" Zidan said later.
Ayana could only smile briefly in response.
As he had said to the husband, Ayana was currently driving a four-wheeled vehicle on the streets of the capital. He headed for a place before going to the gallery.
Thirty-five minutes later, he arrived at his destination. Dandelion cafe, the name of the place to eat and tongkrongan young people become the point of arrival.
He parked the car and rushed in. A few servants who already knew who he was were smilingly welcomed his arrival.
"Welcome Young Miss, she is already waiting for you," said one of the female servants there.
"Alright, thank you," answered Ayana and sauntered to the place she intended.
Not long after that Ayana caught the silhouette of a pink hijab-wearing woman with her dress in the middle of looking to the side.
The curvature of the crescent moon present makes Ayana re-stretch her legs causing the sound of heels echoing there.
He approached and a few moments later was standing right in front of him.
"Assalamu'alaikum, sorry to wait so long" said Ayana.
The woman sitting in front of him raised her head. Their views collided with each other flowing a perfectly curved curve on the reddish lips of the two.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, it's okay," he replied warmly.
Ayana looked at the suitcase and sling bag standing upright beside the woman. He then sat opposite her while throwing a serious look.
"Welcome to the capital, hopefully stay here" said Ayana again.
"Em, I definitely feel at home staying here, other than to protect you. I will not waste this opportunity" he replied later.
Ayana nodded briefly and smiled widely.
The sight of the two women instantly attracted the attention of the servants. They know what the painter will arrange to solve the problem.