Tear Flower
Chapter 5's
The lightning bolt struck in broad daylight sniffed into his chest, now reality slapped him firmly. Right in front of her eyes Ayana saw two old men Zidan and his younger brother eating together at the dinner table.
Zidan happily serves his own homemade breakfast. Ayana was pecking at the end of the stairs, her eyeballs were shaking and kept looking at her husband.
Last night was just a sweet dream full of falsehoods. There is no sincerity from a Zidan for him, all he does is act to get used to living harmoniously right in front of the main family.
Ayana grunts softly laughing at herself too lulled over her husband's play. The man was good at flashing his tongue like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"I should have known why she was so cute to me last night. I was too stupid to get into her trap, "inner Ayana.
"Dear." The call surprised him from the daydream.
Ayana looked up to see Zidan walking over and carefully guided her husband to the dinner table.
The three people there immediately greeted him kindly. Ayana who was treated warmly immediately shook her hands with her two in-laws.
The man who was two years younger than the husband also had his hands shortened. Gibran Ashraf, Zidan's younger brother smiled warmly.
"Sir, I miss you so much" he said honestly.
Ayana nodded slowly and smiled a warm smile. "Mama missed you too."
The longing event ended briefly, Ayana sat next to her husband who was so deft as to give her breakfast.
He kept watching Zidan and realized that it was all a charade. There is no sincerity and only an insertion of pain.
"Thank you," Ayana's great-grandson.
Zidan reviewed the smile and gave a warm peck at the top of his head.
"Ah, you two are so sweet. I want to get married quickly" Gibran said, seeing the affection of the young couple right in front of him.
Ayana smiled faintly hearing the words of her sister-in-law. Far from the bottom of his heart he harbored the pain behind it.
"You're wrong .. This is not what it seems. If you know the truth, you might reconsider the saying" he continued.
"You're happy to see your relationship improve" said Lina, the mother-in-law.
"Dad is also happy, hopefully you can last until your grandmother. Ah not until his jannah" continued the great master, Arshan Arshaf.
"Aamiin," Zidan replied just like that, while Ayana was just commenting on another smile.
"You're happy when you hear you're pregnant, honey. Three days ago Dr. Hana told us that you were pregnant and-"
"And mom told me and Dad to go home as soon as possible. I'm happy to see Ayana again. I miss Ma'am's cooking" Gibran cut up his mother's words quickly.
Lina rubbed the top of her youngest son's head slowly. "Father, Mamah, and Gibran expect your happiness. After seeing her this morning we don't have to worry anymore. Because Zidan already loves you so much."
"Yes Mah, thank you," Ayana replied just like that.
The warmth he felt contained bile, the bitterness spreading resuscitated him strongly if the lie was dancing in the shadows.
Ayana doesn't know if Zidan's mom and dad knew Bella's whereabouts? The curiosity was even more exciting when not seeing the honey from last night.
"Where did Mas Zidan hide the woman?" his mind looked around.
Like there was love between them, Zidan treated Ayana as his real wife. But all of that is just a lie.
No sincerity or sincerity felt. He just keeps the pain behind a fine smile.
He did not want to ruin the happy moment with the pain that continued to hang in the chest. She was very grateful to have a father, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law who were kind, even though her husband treated her very badly.
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After breakfast, Alina decided to rest in the room. Nausea and dizziness that still hit make him unable to move freely.
He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. There are so many thoughts in his head. What her husband did behind her made her very uneasy.
"Where is Mas Zidan hiding Bella? What he-" his speech was cut off when it faintly heard a strange sound.
"What's that sound? Wh-why so close?" Ayana also rose to sharpen her hearing around.
He went down and stepped slowly towards the bookshelf not far from the bed. The closer he got, the more clear the voice sounded.
He then pointed at the earlobe and was immediately surprised if the sound came from behind it. He tried to move it and slowly the bookshelf opened giving a small gap of access for Ayana to look inside.
Instantly it was also her manic perfectly widened watching the intimate scene right in front of the head of her own eyes.
Heart beat too fast, like being hit by tons of rocks, Ayana was not able to move in the slightest. He looked at the husband throwing warmth with the honey.
That intoxicating passionate kiss shed endless tears. Her heart was very sick to see her beloved husband making out with another woman.
His chest was so tight as if the oxygen supply around him was forcibly snatched making his breath go up and down. Ayana did not expect Zidan to create a secret room in their room.
The diseased hearts were further broken when they heard their words after releasing the link.
"What are you going to do now? Your parents and sister are home, are you planning to let Ayana continue to conceive the child? Don't you want my son anymore?"
"What are you talking about, honey? I still want your son not from Ayana."
"So, do you want to drop it? I have a good idea" Bella explained, whispering something in her ear.
Ayana has no idea what Bella is talking about to Zidan. However, his premonition as a mother-to-be signals if it harms the baby.
Hear for yourself if Zidan does not want the child he contains to tear down all defenses.
Ayana cries and just runs away from there, without her realizing behind Zidan Bella's back smiling broadly at her passing.
"I can't let him grab all of Mas Zidan's attention. I don't want the boy's presence to make him melt and forget all my struggles to seize him" Bella thought, looking down at her husband.
Zidan then released a hug and looked at his second wife. "Don't you mind if I do that?"
"I don't mind, because after all you're still her husband. Connecting with his own wife is an obligation" Bella said, cupping her cheek.
Zidan smiled briefly and put a warm kiss on his forehead.
"I must be the only young mistress in this house. I also want to be acknowledged by his parents, but Gibran's whereabouts I need to be able to get him out of here" she continued.
Bella can't do anything at will if Zidan's parents come home. Because they only think of him as a harmonious pianist couple, not as a husband and wife.