Tear Flower
Chapter 86's
Soaring anxiety calls for hope to continue to realize dreams.
Fight while there is still asha to be expected. Do not stop reaching for dreams and hang sky-high ideals and never forget God in them.
Keep hoping only in Allah. Involve and continue to involve God the owner of life so as never to feel disappointment. Whatever God has given us is best.
Again, nothing is impossible if God wills.
"Verily His business when He wills anything He simply says to him, "Be!" Then be something." (Q.L. Yes-Sin: 82)
It is impossible for us, very easy for God. Continue to depend and raise any hope to Allah alone.
That's what Ayana is doing right now. Many times hurt, betrayed, lied to, in fact destiny back together again.
He met a husband who did not want to be found. He realized that behind it all there was a plan that God had written best for him.
He continued to depend on God until the owner of life gave him an easy way.
She could be Ayana Ghazella as she is now. Not easily oppressed or played again, he has acted to be a strong figure and fought to get justice.
"Who is this guy?" ayana muttered when she saw the CCTV footage a few minutes ago.
There he witnessed a man in a formal suit enter the gallery. It's true Ayana's guess earlier, if someone has put a surveillance camera in her paintbrush.
"What purpose? Why did he put the camera down? Does he want to monitor me up close? Is it not enough just outside? Who's behind all this?" he said keep on messing around.
He nibbled his right thumb repeatedly. He returned with a habit when the mind was running buana. Her milk-brown eyeballs were rolling looking around.
"I have to find out" he continued.
After that he contacted Bening who was currently in the capital. He lives in one of Ayana's luxury apartments.
Bening initially refuses, but Ayana continues to insist on giving her best. Because after all the woman had helped him all this time, including letting the corpse of the princess pretend to be him.
"Hello, assalamu'alaikum, ma'am. Are you busy now? Looks-it-"
"Wa'alaikumsalam, you've got what you need. This week I've been watching you and the people around you. As it turns out, you're being stalked by someone," replied Bening across the street cutting off her speech.
"Em, mbak's right. Who was that guy? Does he have anything to do with me? Is there anything now?" ayanna asked in the call.
"As we talked about the other day if Bella's still after you. Ma'am had already gotten some photos and voice recordings as she acted. Look and listen." He decided on the call unilaterally.
Not long after, Ayana's phone shook several times. He saw the files sent by Bening with a number of not small.
"Maa shaa Allah, mbak Bening is really great," he said and then opened one by one the files sent.
Seconds by seconds the clock kept ticking accompanying solitude. Amidst the frenzy of the capital, Ayana continued to monitor the documents provided.
"Bella, who are you meeting? And where is this place?" Ayana raised a photo of Bella's silhouette entering a building.
It was a strange place and he never knew it.
"Ah, I'll try to trace it."
Ayana entered the image into the search engine. Instantly, several similar photos appeared and there was writing indicating its existence.
"A70 Port? Isn't this the place where ships are? Why did Bella come there? Wait!"
Ayana again searched the search engine and entered two keys, the A70 port.
Instantly, the manic nettle widened perfectly, on the main page, there was a photo of a middle-aged man who a few weeks ago almost harassed him.
He put a smart object on the table, his head in a headscarf turned to the right and to the left. He bit his thumb many times.
"W-what exactly are they planning? Are they targeting me again? Wh why? Is Bella cooperating with President Han? I have to hold on.. Relax Ayana. Azaghfirullahaladzim." Ayana tries to calm herself down by continuing to beristighfar.
After a while, his feelings gradually improved. He brought his cell phone and continued the search.
He continued to open one by one the web that was there. He found out deeply why the port was dismissed.
"I have to discuss this with Bening and Danieal" he continued, rushing away from there.
...***...
At night, the clock shows at half-nine p.m. Ayana just got home from her busy life today.
She was greeted with a sweet smile from her husband. Zidan stood in the front room staring warmly at the face of his wife.
"Assalamu'alaikum, I went home," said Ayana surprised to see him there.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, you just got home?" asked Zidan to walk closer.
Ayana reviewed the knotty smile and then shook her hands warmly. Zidan was struck by the same behavior of his wife as before.
"Why? Can't I shake your hand? Ah, I forgot Mas wouldn't like if-" Ayana said to a halt as Zidan hugged her tightly.
"No! Don't say that, precisely .. I'm very happy. That means you still consider me a husband. Thank you, dear," she said shaking in tears.
Ayana gasped and felt the burly body tremble slightly. Whether consciously or not he raised both hands back in his arms.
"Em," Ayana answered briefly.
Zidan was wide-eyed and intensified his grip.
"Wait on! Why are you walking? Are your legs okay?" ask Ayana to realize.
"Em, Haikal said I was starting to be able to leave the wheelchair, but it couldn't take too long," he replied, Ayanas only nodding in return.
After cleaning her body, Ayana walks out of the bathroom and finds Zidan sitting on the bed.
The curvature of the crescent moon perched beautifully on the face of his handsome. Ayana was silent in the doorway watching if now the smile was only aimed at her.
"Let's go to sleep" Zidan asked as he spread out his right hand.
Ayana hesitated, her gaze shifting in any direction. It all happened so quickly, he was still not used to the changes that occurred.
"Dear." Call Zidan a surprise.
Ayana flinched then hurriedly approached. Now he sat down next to Zidan squeezing a thick blanket that wrapped half his body.
"I know you're still not comfortable with this change, but .. I'm so grateful you want to stay here again. With me, for us" said Zidan gently facing Ayana.
Hearing those warm words also made him look back at the husband's gaze. There are no lies or lies in it, there is only sincerity.
Ayana continued to look at the pair of soot in silence, not knowing what to repay.
A second later, Zidan grasped both fingers and put a warm kiss on the back of Ayana's hand.
The owner again gasped at the sweet attitude that Zidan continuously gave. He is still hesitant and not used to his attitude.
"O Allah, if indeed Mas Zidan has really changed then .. convince the servant's heart to remain completely beside him," Ayana's mind continued to pay attention to Zidan.