Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 16
Zidan continued to frenzy not to find any answers from his wife.
Many times he contacted Ayana, but not a single call was received.
He paced in the living room and occasionally looked at the wall clock that had shown at half-ten p.m.
The feeling is getting raging, not usually Ayana comes home late like this.
"Oh my God, baby .. Where are you?" he muttered back to his wife's cell phone.
However, the call was still the same there was no answer whatsoever from the person opposite it.
"Oh my God, why have you not come home? You're not usually like this, baby. You're making me very worried, "he messes up all the time.
He again tried to contact Ayana to confirm her whereabouts.
A few moments later, while he was still calling his beloved from the direction of the yard, the roar of the car engine stopped.
Zidan rushed to open the door and found a familiar vehicle parked there.
He walked over and saw two people getting out of the car.
"Darling!" he said he was relieved, a second later his facial water changed when he found Ayana in his sister-in-law's arms and immediately walked over.
"What's this about? Why is Ayana in the boat? Are you sick, honey?" zidan asked, looking at the two in turn.
"Amana-"
"I'm fine, Mas ... just anemic," retorted Ayana trying to develop a smile.
"Anemia? That's why you don't force yourself to keep working. The issue of the exhibition isn't Arfan already offering to take over completely?" zidan said.
Ayana reviewed the gentle smile again looking towards the two men nearby.
"I'm sorry," he replied weakly, Zidan sighed softly while looking warmly at the idol.
"Better now you rest first, do not force yourself again. Especially-"
"Yes, I know. Thank you so much for driving me home." Ayana cut off her brother's speech quickly preventing the previous conversation from sparking.
"Alright, then go home first. Take good care of Ayana," he said while patting his sister-in-law's shoulder gently.
Zidan just nodded then they saw the doctor's departure.
Behind the car window, Danieal sighed harshly looking at his sister. He never imagined such a difficult situation would come back.
However, as hard as any run to avoid it if the destiny of God has written it will come too.
"I hope after this you are completely open to Zidan," he muttered stepping on the gas leaving their residence.
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Ayana has crossed her legs while leaning on the head of the bed, her clear net continues to scan to all corners of the room.
Right in front of his eyes was a medium-sized frame showing a portrait of two happy people.
It was the picture of her wedding day eight years ago. Ayana Ghazella is still a naive woman of love.
He never realized that behind the sacred promise said there was a lie in it. He did not expect the love he had sincerely to the husband in return for a lie.
The love of clapping one hand went on for years. Like grasping sand, slowly the wind flew it until nothing was left.
Ayana gets caught up in a silly game between her beloved man and also the best friend she admires the most.
In the middle of the daydream, the bathroom door was opened. Zidan watched as his wife looked straight ahead scanning their wedding portrait.
"Did you miss our marriage?" tanya Zidan sat right next to Ayana.
The question made him look. She found her husband looking at her softly.
Very different from years ago.
"Mas ... Can I ask you one thing?" ask Ayana back without answering her husband's question.
"Sure, what do you want to ask me?" Zidan embraced the slender shoulders of his heart.
"If ... if we were, um, if we didn't have children, what would Mas do?"
I don't know why the question was triggered behind the lips of ranum Ayana. Zidan was glued, flabbergasted, not expecting to get it.
He froze and slowly pulled back the hand that was leaning on Ayana's shoulder. The owner looked at the hands that were getting away.
His hijab-headed look up stared back with a pair of cold soot before him.
"Ma-Mas?" Call Ayana when you find nothing from your husband.
Zidan gasped and tried to be okay. Ayana knew that right now, the pianist was forcing a smile.
"W-what are you talking about, honey? Are you really okay? Why are you asking like that? Don't you want to have a child with me? What-"
"Had Mas ... had it not meant that I didn't want to have children, but, had it," said Ayana, her voice getting slower and slower as she watched the tear-eye's circle after circle seep out.
"Ah, Mas .. don't know. We better take a break, it's night." Zidan immediately laid his body on his back to his wife.
Seeing that Ayana sighed softly and continued to observe her husband in silence.
"I know ... I must have been disappointed with my question, but .. how can I heal this trauma?" mind's raging.
Zidan opened his eyes again as he felt Ayana lying next to him. His two hands squeezing the blanket strongly channeled an unpleasant feeling.
In the morning, Ayana who had finished preparing breakfast rushed out of the house.
Zidan who had just stepped down from the second floor saw the wife busy with various luggage.
Aided some of the house assistants he paced there. Zidan rushed over to ask what had happened.
"Honey, there's ap-"
Zidan had not yet finished his words, Ayana just cut him off.
"Oh honey, I've prepared your breakfast at the table. Sorry, I can not accompany you to eat, today we plan to hold a meeting for the exhibition later. Also, I brought all the paintings in the studio. Then I go first well, Assalamu'alaikum." Ayana continued to chatter and then shook her husband's hand briefly.
Not even Zidan could say another word, Ayana hurried to leave him. He sat in the spot following where the wife went.
Not long ago Ayana was in her private vehicle. The people around were busy carrying things.
His common manic continued to scan into the house where Zidan walked towards the dining room. He squeezed out the car's steering force and sighed violently.
"I'm sorry, Mas. I just don't want you to talk about kids. Because I know what your nature is .. You will keep asking until you get an accurate answer. I'm not ready for that yet."
Ayana leaned her slender back against the seat while looking up at the ceiling of the car.
"O Allah, what should I do? On the one hand, I don't want to let her down and on the other hand, this trauma is really excruciating."
"I ... have I given Zidan the right opportunity to continue this marriage? Son .. O Allah," racau Ayana closed both eyes using one arm.
He never knows if problem after problem will continue to come again and again.