Tear Flower
Chapter 29's
Time will never leave a mark on the past. The memories are always there and cling to themselves as hard as anything is forgotten.
The pain is not easy to throw away, especially too many memories that result in prolonged memory. Although there is only a memory of pain, but in it there is joy even if only for a moment.
From the second floor, Ayana watched as everyone was chatting with each other. He placed both hands on the iron barrier with sharp eyes.
"What are you going to do next? Now you've met people in the past." Baritone voice greeting.
Ayana looked to the short side. "Nothing, I'll just live like a stranger to them."
"Do you still love her?"
The question invited a sneer, Ayana snorted softly and turned to him again. "Mas Danieal already knew how tormented I was at that time. How can I still love him? I-"
"He's already sorry and in love with you." Danieal cut his words quickly.
Ayana held up the body and then gripped the strong barrier iron. Down there his eyeballs fell on a past figure who had hurt him repeatedly.
"Repent and love are two different things. He just regrets doing something wrong, and love? Is there really love in her heart? I knew in her eyes there was just another woman" Ayana said flatly.
"You're wrong Ayana, she really loves you. Maybe the guilt is huge, but the feeling has grown" Danieal explained.
"I can see it from a man's glasses. If Zidan ... really loves you," he said again.
Ayana again snorted violently without saying anything. It is hard to believe the words of love that others say.
That feeling seemed to have disappeared and erased in the dictionary of his life. At this time Ayana just wants to organize life better without having to be overshadowed by the dark past.
"My son .. he died because of his father. Not by accident, but. I still can't forget that incident. Pain ... It hurts so much."
"The innocent baby must endure the selfishness of his parents. My poor son, I'm sorry, dear. Mamah-"
"Shut, it's Ayana. I'm sorry, I remind you again of that painful time." Danieal patted his left shoulder slowly.
Ayana who was about to cry swallowed it again. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The ripe lips were perfectly curved still by gazing down where people in the past roamed.
"Now I want to make life better for .my son too" he continued.
Danieal reviews the knotty smile. "Yes, Mas will support whatever your decision is, but .. Never look at that sadness again." Ayana just nodded.
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From that moment, Zidan turned to the second floor to watch Ayana interacting with Danieal. His radiant face full of cheerfulness so attractive, he unconsciously froze looking at the beauty of the ex-wife.
They have not greeted each other for a long time, one year is not a moment to separate the two. Distance and time are felt to be different in fact fate gives another surprise.
The woman claiming to be Gahzella Arsyad is present eroding the emptiness in the chest. Zidan was sure, if the woman was Ayana.
Feeling the presence of someone, the doctor turned to the right side to find Zidan standing there.
"Oh Young Master, Zidan," he called.
Zidan nodded briefly and approached him. The two men were now next to each other, Danieal was waiting for what he had to say first.
"Ghazella, she .. is really similar to my late wife, Ayana," Zidan said suddenly.
Danieal who knew the truth also grunted softly. "Why do you keep obsessing over my sister? What have you done to your wife? To the extent that Ghazella was considered like him."
"I ... have made many mistakes that cannot be forgiven," said Zidan honestly.
In silence Danieal read his movements. As a doctor who knows about psychiatry, he understands that Zidan has a history of depression and hallucinations.
He could read from his movements as well as the regret that was clearly highlighted from both eyes. He pulled up next to the corner of his lips briefly remembering again how the pain Ayana had was caused by this man.
"Indeed it is not easy to accept a person's guilt, especially .. there are wounds that have been inscribed. However, regret cannot bring things back. As powerful as anything, as far as we go, we try, the past will never repeat itself."
"Nasi has become a mush, the event has happened. Time will keep turning and making changes. If you are truly sorry ..just repair your relationship with the Creator. Ask Him to forgive all the wrongs you've done, especially to your wife, Ayana. Until the time comes God will give the way of truth." said Danieal at length.
Zidan was flabbergasted and immediately turned to him giving a questionable look. Danieal replied until their eyes locked on each other.
"I'm a doctor and psychologist. I know what you've been through all this time. Never fall down and give up on the situation. Everything will be fine, if you accept everything gracefully."
Zidan was silent in disbelief. Just this time there was someone who was advising him at such length. He remembered more and more of his wife, Ayana. Regret continues to gnaw away at the shadow of the past.
Torture that often occurs verbally continues to flow endless pain. He understood how Ayana was injured at that time.
"Eum, thank you." That's all he can say.
Danieal gave a knotty smile witnessing the uneasiness of his interlocutor. He also does not believe that the husband figure of Ayana in the past is Zidan Ashraf. A talented pianist whose name has been passing buana everywhere.
The man in front of him often gets various awards in various countries. His existence is also worthy of appreciation thanks to the talent he has.
Zidan Ashraf has made the name of the country in the international arena as the youngest pianist of the time. However, Danieal did not expect that his treatment of Ayana was inversely proportional to the soft tones he played.
Classical music is in fact, just showing its charm on stage without giving happiness to a life partner.
He also did not believe that Zidan could kill his own baby who was still in the womb. Danieal understood what kind of pain Ayana had to endure at that moment until she decided to leave.
Even now he tried to become a stranger and buried himself with the word dead. At that time Ayana herself wanted a fake death.
He hoped that it would kill the pain and turn it into good. Ayana hopes the past is buried with the soul that has left her. He can't go back to the people who hurt him.