Tear Flower
Chapters 10
Almost all day Ayana spent time on the trip. His strength was drained to cry and cry. However, it will be believed to be the last cry.
Lonely, empty, empty, messy, like a ship in a storm. The captain let his passengers drift and rolled up by big waves.
Ayana destroyed her household trip just by a rain of tears. There was no happiness or pleasure he felt. Even though the husband gave it to me it was just a falsehood.
Lies and lies continue to dance mocking his true feelings to a man named Zidan Ashraf. The pianist who always gives songs through soul-stirring tones, in fact just toying feelings for his own wife.
Ayana arrives at a village she has never known. The place was quiet, filled with rice fields and mountains.
Cold air immediately welcomed, wrapped his frail body tightly. There was no one he knew there and he was just friends with the lonely.
"Even though now I'm alone .. I will prove that if I can stand on my own feet!" ayana said as she wiped the rough tears.
The soot beads that were originally sweet slowly exude firmness as well as confidence. Both hands clenched firmly while looking at the natural scenery at the top of the hill.
"I'm going to start a new life here" he murmured again. "But before that was me" He pulled his hand and stretched it forward.
The wedding ring is still coiled comfortably on the ring finger. He moved his hand to the right and to the left and immediately the sunlight reflected off his clear brown iris. He narrowed while continuing to pay attention to the jewelry given by the husband.
"I have to let go" continued Ayana then pulled the ring and put it in the pocket.
"Before that I need a place to stay. I need to find her soon." Hurriedly Ayana walked down the hill.
The streets there were a little damp and muddy considering last night it rained so hard as long as he left the capital.
The unknown village became the top choice for Ayana to settle down. He continued to search building after building to find a place to live.
However, it was not as easy as I thought. There are people who reject it or even say it. This did not dampen the spirit of Ayana to continue looking for the roof.
For almost half a day he continued to walk without direction, but no one would tell him about the empty building as a place to live.
He stopped for a moment on a bridge under which there was a river. He sat there releasing his thirst while enjoying the wind caressing his white face again.
"I can't give up, the journey is still very long" he murmured.
"Excuse me, son, do you know this address?" Suddenly someone approached.
Ayana looked up and found the middle-aged man sticking out a piece of paper. In a hurry he got up and saw the writing on it.
"Sorry, Grandpa. I'm a new person here and don't know the address that Grandpa is referring to," Ayana refused subtly.
"It's a pity, even though Grandpa wants to meet grandchildren," complained the grandfather while sighing tiredly.
Ayana who is unbearable to others also felt excited. He also widened his smile while taking the paper in his grandfather's grasp.
"What if we look for him together? I also happen to be looking for a place to live" Ayana suggested.
The medium-statured grandfather nodded in agreement. They walked together along a bridge that connected him to another village.
They continued walking and walking through the rice fields and forest. Ayana frowned not understanding the route her grandfather had chosen. If the old man knew why he had to ask for help? Thought gamang.
Ayana follows the grandfather who walks through a narrow alley in the middle of two buildings. He again knitted his eyebrows in not understanding.
The grandfather also stopped for a while and turned his body leaving a mysterious smile on his wrinkled face.
Feeling a bad feeling, Ayana pulled her legs back slowly and alternately. Seeing this, the grandfather grinned and approached the young woman before him.
"Why are you avoiding me? Little miss, aren't you willing to help this old man, hm?" mutilate.
Ayana shook her head when she knew the look in the middle-aged man's eyes. "Stop don't come any closer. If Grandpa comes near I'll scream."
Instantly the sound of laughter blared, the grandfather without identity was blown away Ayana's words. "Please if you really want to scream as loud as possible. As long as you know, no one will be able to help you. Because what? Because here we live each one."
Ayana grew increasingly frightened when she saw a flash of napsu blazing in the dim eyes of the middle-aged man. He continued to move backwards which felt long to save himself.
Without saying a word Ayana turned around and tried to run as fast as she could. However, unfortunately the grandfather gripped his wrist firmly to make him turn back.
"Where's your little girl going, hm? Don't you feel sorry for this old man?" The brash grandfather also started doing his act.
Ayana tried to rebel and let go of her grasp. Many times he managed to throw the middle-aged man's hand, but many times the grandfather also got it again.
Tears came down unbearably. Ayana did not expect to get a terrible incident upon arrival there. He thought he would find happiness after leaving the capital, but in fact another calamity was present.
"O Allah, protect the servant" he thought as he continued to chant the do'a.
"Take me off!" Ayana again revolted trying to release the grip of the old man.
"Why? I'll give you what you want." The grandfather increasingly launched his stunt.
Ayana shook her head again as the frail hand was about to reach her chest. However, the situation was thwarted by the screams of someone.
"Hey, what are you doing? You old fucking jackass!"
The grandfather immediately released his grip making Ayana fall and all over her body limp. Ayu's face was instantly deathly pale with a heartbeat so tight.
His gaze was slowly blurry and the last thing he saw was someone's strapping back and trying to chase after the old man. A second later the darkness welcomed and Ayana was unconscious.
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Grey clouds forming a circle after another water droplet fell from the sky. Thunder was earthy and the occasional flash of lightning struck out gave a sinister glow.
Horrible events for the umpteenth time again present form more pain settled in the chest. Slowly the eyelid opened revealing the clear bead inside.
The first thing caught sight is the ceiling of a foreign room. The smell of disinfectant is so piercing the sense of smell.
Next to his right hand was an infusion that gave pain to make him aware.
"Are you awake?" Heavy sounds greet the sense of hearing.
Ayana turned her head to the right side looking at the man in white clothes smiling. Without saying a word he looked straight ahead again.
Tears are falling against the rain out there. Doctor tagged Danieal Arsyad frowned at understanding the state of the patient.