Tear Flower
Chapter 39's
The story will continue as it should. Each time provides a different story that deserves to be used as a learning. Behind it is something that God has given.
Nothing is eternal, everything has its share. Acid, sweet, bitter like bile present accompany every episode that comes.
The gray cloud still encircled Ayana's soot bead. He kept silent in a room in his shop while sitting on a wooden chair next to the window.
He placed his right hand on the sill as he continued to stare out.
Without heeding someone who walked over, Ayana was getting drowned in daydreams. Until not long ago the delicate hand resuscitated him.
Ayana was transfixed as the doctor wrapped her wound. He did not realize that his index finger was injured with blood already draining.
"Don't hurt yourself. If you want to cry .. cry, don't hold it," said Danieal was still busy treating the nail scars.
Hearing and feeling the goodness of Danieal, Ayana could not stem the tears. Clear crystals fell unbearably. He cried in silence, his chest felt tight with breath up and down.
Ayana gripped as hard as a robe in her lap. Not long after a heart-wrenching sobbing swept away the silence.
He was very helpless after meeting with his two in-laws. As if scraping an old wound, the pain was sticking to the surface.
Many times Ayana hit the left chest. Danieal who saw that just let it go.
He knew that the pain that Ayana had to endure had to be excreted through crying. It reminded him of the difficult times of his brother.
When they first met, Danieal knew something was wrong with him. Ayana is already depressed and coupled with unexpected events that are almost harassed by old grandfather aggravates.
Together with his father and mother, Danieal works together to heal Ayana. Because they don't want Eliza to happen to her.
As time went on, Ayana's condition gradually improved.
Ayana struggled with all her might to escape the slump. He also does not want to continue to be trapped in the circle of the past which even makes things worse.
"Cry, don't let the pain settle in your chest. Let it go, and let it go with tears" Danieal said again after treating the wound.
He was also slashed to witness the pain of his sister, he continued. He was a witness to how the time affected Ayana mentally.
The clear net is rolling and settling on the plaster on the index finger that has just been given. He dug the incision in silence, until his eyeball moved back to the left wrist.
There are a lot of scars that Ayana has made. Self-harm, a condition that at that time he was idap.
Self-harm suffered by Ayana at that time, is an act of self-harm to eliminate frustration, stress, and various emotions.
Even Ayana's condition gets worse every time. He often tried to take his own life, and there was a time when that intention grew stronger.
As Danieal was doing chores at another hospital, Ayana slashed her left wrist. However, the action was prevented until he did not run out of blood and his life could be saved.
Days of gauze wrapped around his left wrist. Like a body without life, like an emotionless soul, Ayana just breathes without any intention to do anything.
His increasingly alarming condition made Danieal moved to always provide support and heal. He talked to his parents and introduced them to Ayana.
When they first met the woman, Celia and Adnan seemed to see the figure of Eliza in him. instantly they were ready to help Ayana and even raised her as a child.
For days they began to heal Ayana. Struggles, patience, and faith yielded significant results.
The painter gradually improved until he could return to normal activities. He can control himself and is not constantly stuck in pain.
Recalling the circumstances it made Danieal smile wryly. Then he pulled his head again looking at Ayana who was still sobbing.
"What are you going to do next? Will you still be Ghazella? They seem to know who you really are" Danieal said.
Ayana was silent for a while, tears kept falling down her cheeks. He rubbed it rough then returned the gaze of the brother.
"I'll never go back to being Ayana. Even though they know me the truth, but .. it's better this way. Rather than having to confess and actually restore past memories. I can't take it anymore."
"Even if madam and lord Ashraf were so kind to me, but .. I could not unmask this on them. I don't want to be forced to go back to his family." Ayana shook her head to shake the thought.
"What if they just want to see you as a family and not a daughter-in-law?" ask Danieal.
Ayana was silent again a moment ago and grinned widely. "That's impossible. Because their original purpose was to allow me to marry him, just to get a descendant. There is a hidden intention behind his kindness."
"So, you mean ... were you taken advantage of?" Danieal kept asking.
"Yes, you could say it was like that."
"Isn't marriage in addition to its goal of perfecting religion, but also of procreation?"
Alina sighed softly and turned her head to the side looking at the outside scene. "It is like that, but they do not want to get offspring from careless women. I'm not as good as they think."
"From the beginning of marriage I often get insults, insults, insults that come from the nuclear family. They also blame their parents. For marrying her first child to a poor woman like me."
"When the master and mistress were not at home, she constantly treated me like a maid. Now ... I do feel bad for lying to his parents, for pretending to be someone else. However, I can not admit if .. I am Ayana," said Ayana Long told a piece of the story of her marriage at that time.
Danieal looked at him softly, the dew seeping in both his manners made the thirty-two-year-old take a deep breath.
He did not know how many wounds had been scratched in his heart. He could not imagine how much pain Ayana had endured all this time.
"Well, if you still want to be Ghazella Arsyad then do it well. Don't let those people consider you Ayana again. Allow time to respond to what they have done. Our job is to improve ourselves and our relationship with God. Leave everything to the one above. Because if God's hand is working then everything will be fine" Danieal said.
Ayana nodded briefly and looked fixedly at the man before her. "Thank you very much. Mas, mama, and papah have helped me a lot. I don't know how I'm gonna repay your kindness."
"By being a good boy. You have to be strong and not weak in the past" Danieal said. Ayana developed a smile and nodded in spirit.