Tear Flower
Chapter 97's
There is nothing wrong with tears, the clear liquid is a sign as a form of a wide variety of feelings.
Pleased, sad, disappointed, happy, and so forth become the journey of life.
Surprise after surprise that God brings, his presence is sometimes unexpected.
"You may not like something when it is good for you, and you may like something, when it is not good for you. God knows, and you do not know." (Q.L. Al-Baqarah: 216)
All stories have their own destiny. God as the greatest screenwriter has designed Him as best he can.
The clock shows at four fifteen minutes, the afternoon before, the originally gray sky slowly displays a painting of God.
Dusk comes as a companion of solitude. The orange red tinge appears above the horizon giving a tranquilizing effect.
In the back garden of the house, a forty-five-year-old woman was sitting alone in a wheelchair.
A thick jacket wrapped around his slender body, both feet were hiding behind a fur blanket he was wearing.
Black hair dangled straight behind him. Highlight the shady eyes looked at the various plants thriving there.
From a distance of approximately twenty-five meters, two women of different ages were staring at him fixedly.
Ayana did not expect that she was currently seeing the second daughter of the old man who had already harmed her. Both hands clenched strongly witnessing for themselves what Saida was like.
"Every afternoon Saida always spends time in the back garden. It was nice to see the flowers we were planting together" Yara explained next door.
"She's an amazing woman" Ayana said later, Yara only nodded in response.
"Then can I see him?" ask Ayana again.
"Please, but if Saida doesn't accept your arrival it's better to leave immediately," he replied making Ayana nod in understanding.
"I'm sorry I wanted to take something." Ayana rushed out to her vehicle.
Not long after the painter returned, Yara who witnessed his arrival while carrying things was shocked.
Yara was about to help him, but Ayana said no and immediately walked closer to Saida.
In the midst of solitude, the woman was surprised to find someone else in her residence. He then pulled back the wheelchair while staring at Ayana.
The twenty-nine-year-old woman also developed a sweet smile. Ayana put a canvas stand and put her painting media there.
After the preparation is finished, Ayana sits on a wooden chair that is already available in the park.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Young Madam, I'm Ayana Ghazella. It's nice to meet you," said Ayana kindly still with a perfect crescent arch.
Hearing the name of Ayana Ghazella, instantly the bead of Sayu Saida fiddled. He could not believe right in front of his eyes seeing the figure that had been admired in silence.
"Gha-Ghazella?" she calls Ayana.
"Em, I'm Ghazella. Ghazella Arsyad, does Young Madam recognize me?" tanya Ayana again tried to interact further.
Slowly Saida nodded, Ayana also remembered Yara's words a moment ago.
"From birth Saida has been paralyzed. Ever since getting ridiculed from her friends in junior high school, Saida became insecure coupled with this seclusion she became even more moody."
"However, after getting treatment from a doctor, Saida began to be able to accept her condition. He likes violin and painting, so seeing you on television is very happy. Like a child gaining a wish, Saida really got her joy again. Because your figure that was present on television at that time had given a new color with the spirit that Nak Ayana gave," said Yara made Ayana stunned.
Saida has a mole under her left eye, her iris is bright brown and is currently staring at Ayana in disbelief.
"Hello, Brother. I'm Ayana," he said again.
"Why are you here?" ask Saida who is a little difficult to talk.
Ayana faces Saida completely.
"I came here to meet Sister Saida. I heard Brother is an incredible violinist. I want to paint Brother, can I?" tanya Ayana developed a bright smile.
Saida silently digested the words of the young lady in front of her. He captures the sincerity and goodness in Ayana.
Slowly Saida pulled up her wheelchair again to approach the painter and clasped her hand warmly.
Ayana immediately gasped and tried to be calm. The warmth from the fingers attached to his hand immediately spread to the heart.
Ayana could feel if she was accepted there.
"The painter's hands are very soft. Son Ayana, can you paint me?" pinta Saida direct.
A pair of hazelnuts also dilated perfectly. Ayana nodded enthusiastically at the request, she was glad that Saida did not deny her existence.
From the back Yara was surprised to find the princess as soon as it was familiar with strangers. Ayana's arrival had a very positive influence.
"I've never seen him smile like that. How can Ayana convince him? There were even a lot of doctors who wanted to approach Saida, but the boy refused her outright. Hopefully with the existence of this young woman can restore her confidence again," muttered Yara expectantly.
As a mother, she wanted to see her daughter's fighting spirit and joy again. He could not see Saida crying every night blaming her for her situation.
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"God, the Creator .. must have created something perfectly. He's-"
"But why did He make me suffer?" Ayana who was still painting Saida turned to him again.
Smile again expands on her beautiful face. "That's because Allah loves Saida very much. Allah wants to show how perfect Saida is. Doesn't my brother like violin? Show the world that Sister Saida is a servant of God's choice so perfect behind our shortcomings."
"Because Allah loves every one of His servants. The test comes not because God does not love, but vice versa. If we accept our shortcomings, God will surely give us advantages. Didn't Sis Saida realize that too?" ayana said back, her meek words resuscitated him for a moment.
Saida, who had been playing the violin, stopped the game. He put the instrument on his lap and saw a pair of legs that had never been used to walk.
"For years I sat in this chair. Every day can only envy seeing people walking on both feet, whereas I? Just bearing the fate, ridicule, ridicule, not considered by the father himself, has been very painful," said Saida began to open her heart.
Ayana was happy to hear that, she was completely accepted by the woman.
"Did Saida ever think of so many tempting things in this world? Like places we shouldn't go? Perhaps that is why God gave the privilege to Sister Saida to prevent Sister from coming to such places" Ayana replied again.
Saida raised her head to return the soft gaze of the interlocutor. He gasped and realized what Ayana had said.
He recalled how his father and twin sister had been trapped into a dark world. He saw Sabina constantly being carried away by the currents of the night world.
Far from the bottom of his heart, he felt envious and wanted to feel what Sabina was doing. However, now that she had heard Ayana's words, Saida was awakened.
"Yes, you're right" he said.