Tear Flower
Chapter 84's
Hope is hope. One dead grows a thousand, is a phrase that really gives a dream to every fighter.
Failure does not necessarily make Ayana abstain and give up. It is precisely with the failure and pain that he continues to struggle and struggle to get what he wants.
Until God brought in great men to help, and one of them was the woman he was currently meeting.
The hijab woman held out an A4-sized brown envelope in front of Ayana. The painter took it and loosened a piece of rope wrapped around the lid.
"What's this?" ask Ayana in the middle of the movement.
"As you said last night, she doesn't give up easily. Even though people are paying attention and his career as a pianist is starting to dim, but .. he keeps an eye on you" said the interlocutor.
"really?" Ayana could not wait to see the surprise inside the envelope.
He opened it and took some photos there. He spread it on the table and watched one by one.
"The photo was taken since your incident revealed the truth. That night the woman continued to act nonstop until now. Don't you think there's no news, Bella has died down? Of course that's not true" he replied again.
"Because from the beginning the target is you," continued the woman pointed to one of the photos in it there is a picture of Ayana who was in the interview.
"He's really been targeting you, Ayana. From now on be careful, he's getting worse, "he said later.
"God, is that really me? Ma'am, is there any way to wake her up?" ask Ayana.
"Don't call me mom. How many times have I said, call Brother or Ma'am, our age is not much different, Ayana," he said.
Hearing that Ayana chuckled for a moment, "I laughed to the point of tears" she said as she busily rubbed the corner of her eyes.
"Alright, I'll call Mbak instead. I really did not expect if Mbak turned out to have the ability to track opponents? Erina is very lucky to have a mother like Mbak Bening," explained Ayana revealed the identity of the interlocutor who is staring warmly.
The thirty-nine-year-old woman also gave a big smile. He sipped a short coffee order and looked back at Ayana who was already considered like a brother herself.
"Em, Ma'am was also lucky to give birth to him and raise him for nineteen years. Maiden-up"
"Eh? Nineteen years old? Is that right, Ma'am?" Ayana rounded her pair of hazelnuts wide.
"That's right, Ma'am married young at that time and immediately blessed with a child. Because ... because Erina has been sickly since childhood, her father left us. Those gestures are what make Mbak moved to learn to track someone's whereabouts and how to hack," explained Bening made Ayana unceasingly amazed.
"God, tragedy brings blessings" said Ayana proudly.
Bening nodded at a glance. "Right, but in reality after knowing the facts are really sick. Erina's father cheated on her and preferred to be with another woman."
Ayana sighed softly then propped up her chin on the table. "It turns out that our fate is the same both Mbak and .. I really have used a child. O Allah," he turned his face to the side of the window.
"Em, don't blame yourself, Erina really already thinks of you like her own sister."
Ayana straightened her body again, "Then we have to realize Erina's dream. I'm amazed at Ma'am. Ma'am is a great woman who has raised Erina to be an amazing child."
"Alhamdulillah, the tough fighter, that's Erina's hope to create something" he replied again.
"Alright, I'll try to pour it in a painting" Ayana continued.
They also talk a lot about it in the cafe. The place close to the magnolia gallery was their first meeting in the capital.
Ayana was not worried about leaving her painting shop, as it was still monitored from there.
...***...
Zidan came back to the hospital, since his arrival an hour ago he continues to be in the physiotherapy room.
Many times he runs all the circuit to be able to walk normally again. He got up from training there.
"Come, Young Master can definitely," he said cheeringly.
Without hesitation Zidan nodded seriously. He kept moving both feet step by step.
Amidst his seriousness, the door of the room suddenly opened someone. The attention of the two men also turned to the side to find the hijab woman developing a smile.
Suddenly it makes Zidan widen both corners of the lips perfectly. His eyes stared at the twinkle of the presence of the idol.
"Darling, are you coming?" tanyanya direct.
Ayana walked over while folding her hands in front of her chest. The bright face continued to be clearly plastered on his face.
"Yes, I came to accompany you, Mas," explained Ayana who was right next to the husband.
Zidan is increasingly unable to withstand happiness. The jet-black head nodded several times.
"Em, I'm definitely healing. I can walk again, I'm sure" he said.
"Aamiin, the spirit of learning goes, Mas," said Ayana again.
Zidan agreed and walked to the end of the road. Ayana rushed there to replace Haikal who had covered to the side to give her a chance.
"Let's go, you can do it" Ayana said again while clapping her hands as if taking a one-year-old child to practice walking.
Zidan chuckles at the behavior of his life partner.
Ayana's hands stretched forward as her husband took a few more steps closer to her. Until a second later, Zidan threw himself into his halal partner.
Ayana also accepted happily and wrapped both hands around the neck of Zidan's level.
Witnessing their togetherness, Haikal came out of the room to give privacy to his young master and miss.
Now there are only two people who were separated by distance and time. Raksis that spread from Ayana's body drained the addiction for the pianist.
Zidan hugged his wife's slender body tightly as if not wanting to let go.
"Thank you for coming, baby," she whispered.
He hides her face in Ayana's neck. The owner gasped while looking up at the ceiling of the room.
"Em, whatever," she answered.
"Aren't you going to open a gallery? Why did you come here?" ask Zidan curiously.
Ayana was silent for a moment recalling her meeting with Bening earlier. After that he received news from his brother that Zidan would be doing walking therapy in the hospital.
Without a second thought Ayana rushed to go there to help and accompany the therapy of people who had saved her life.
"Because I want to," retorted Ayana back briefly.
Zidan, who had closed his eyes, slowly opened them again. He realized that Ayana had changed a lot.
If it used to be without being asked, Ayana will be ready to be on standby to help him. However, there is now an alien feeling that Zidan knows his past cannot be forgotten.
"Em, thank you" he said again.
Ayana gave a short nod, they each grabbed each other with warmth.
There is a longing stored neatly behind the words not together. Ayana is reluctant to say, because she is still not sure if the decision made is right.