Tear Flower
Chapter 27's
Time seemed to stop moving, the information that had just been obtained froze itself. Gibran and Haikal looked at each other through their eyes.
Both of them looked at Zidan who was still staring at the invitation in silence. Without them realizing it he clenched a strong hand holding all the stuffy in the chest.
Both of them understood what was going on inside Zidan. The woman named Ghazella is like the past coming back to life now.
The loud sound of the glass placed by Haikal invites attention. Zidan raised his head to look at the two people there.
Like you were talking about what you just said? It was clearly visible in his eyes. Gibran sighed softly and snatched his invitation again.
"Mas wants to come or not it's up to me, I've said it," said Gibran who left from sitting down.
Before stepping foot, Zidan also said that immediately stopped him. "Ghazella Arsyad, do you think that woman is ... your sister-in-law?"
Gibran's heart beat rose sharply, his two manns were perfectly rounded, the reddish lips were open to hear the brother's question.
He clenched his two strong hands to see hope there. Gibran endured the upset when he remembered it was only five months ago that Zidan divorced Bella.
He continued to lecture his brother who was not good in the household and had betrayed women as good as Ayana.
However, now he found the look of eyes expectantly staring at him fixedly. Gibran knows Zidan is trying to convince himself that Ghazella Arsyad is his sister-in-law, Ayana.
"What did you say? Ayana's mother died a year and a half ago, how could. What's Mas-"
"I know-" Zidan cut off his sister's words quickly. "I know if your sister-in-law has long since died, but ... aren't you surprised to see someone who looks a lot like Ayana? Don't you expect him to be alive? I want Ayana to come back here .. to my side."
"That's enough, stop it! I know Mas regretted treating Ayana badly, but taking someone else as your wife was a big mistake."
"Bak Ayana and Ghazella, they're different women. Don't hallucinate anymore and wake up from that silly dream!" With a hunting breath, Gibran left without giving his brother a chance to speak again.
After Gibran left, Zidan turned to Haikal who had continued to watch their debate.
A smile bloomed on his pale handsome face. Haikal flabbergasted something in the young master back up.
"Istighfar Sir, what the second young master said is indeed true. If ... your wife is dead."
Like inviting bile, bitterness spreads within. Tears cannot be held and spill over both cheeks.
Zidan cried in laughter thinking of a hope that could never happen. Because after all the facts say that Ayana is dead.
He rubbed his huffed face withstanding the sobs that continuously rendered himself helpless. Haikal patted his shoulder slowly channeling his strength.
"Istighfar, remember ... God is a giver of strength. Don't give in to the situation, everything will be fine" Haikal said calmly.
Zidan obeyed his words and whispered softly, "Astaghfirullah pah adzim ... Astaghfirullah hal adzim ... Astaghfirullah azim."
Outside, Gibran stopped his steps. The jet-black decomposed head turned to the right side watching the floor as a pedestal.
He let out a rough sigh while still clenching both strong hands. "I also wish that woman was Ayana, mas. Because after all I'm guilty of letting her suffer the pain."
"Mbak ... How are you there? May you be placed by His best side. I'm sorry I made you die a tragic death. If time could be rotated, I wouldn't let mbak go" he murmured softly.
...***...
The day that awaited arrived, at the residence of the Arsyad family everyone seemed to rejoice. In the soft jazz music chants the invited guests enjoy the party.
People who come from various circles, ranging from entrepreneurs, musicians, artists, to celebrities also enliven. Not to miss fellow doctors were present to add to the excitement of the welcoming party of the second daughter Celia and Aidan.
The joy and pleasure are so thick there. Everyone greeted each other and waited until the peak event arrived.
In the crowd, Ashraf's family arrived. Big madam Ashraf looked beautiful in a light brown dress with small pearls decorating accentuating elegance.
Escorted by the three men around him, he entered confidently. Zidan, Gibran, and Arshan are so dashing with tuxedos from famous fashion designers.
Their existence attracted attention, everyone pointed at the entrance and welcomed his arrival.
The four of them warmly replied to their welcome was no less friendly. Until a light conversation was intertwined along with the peak event.
As soon as the soft music stopped, the MC took over and said the princess would be there soon.
Everyone looked tensely looking towards the second floor. In the silence the sound of heels echoed ushering a figure in a fairy tale princess dress.
The flashy black fluffy dress also shows the existence of the second daughter of the Arsyad family.
The smile framed on her beautiful face attracted the attention of every glance. Warm eyes firmly swept over them all. Until he was right in the middle of them looking at one by one guests who came.
This made Lina and Arshan stiffen in place. They did not expect that the woman who was now standing right in front of him was very similar to the late son-in-law.
The two turned to Zidan who was not as far away as they were. The couple looked at each other to see the strangeness in his view.
"W-Why?" lina's great-grandson was muffled.
Ayana faintly heard that name spoken even turned to her. The smile still curled from the ripe lips froze Lina.
Their eyes looked at each other and spoke in each other's minds. Ayana did not expect that her father and mother-in-law would come.
He can only do what needs to be done. He cannot and should not expose his own disguise.
"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, good night everyone. Introduce me Ghazella Arsyad the second daughter of this family. Thank you for coming to our simple event, and. I hope you all can enjoy the banquet given by us" he said warmly and sounded authoritative.
"Wow-wow-wow-wow-wow is a great performance. Ladies and gentlemen, meet her as the second daughter of the Arsyad family. Father, mother, and brother can come with daughter Ghazella?" the MCs are taking over.
The three people called came and stood right beside Ayana. The mother, Celia held tightly to her daughter's arm while spreading a smile of happiness.
They look like a harmonious family welcoming joy that comes whack. Regardless of the surprise among the invited guests.