Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 32

"Sorry Madam outside there is a young lady coming to visit" said one of the maids at the Ashraf family's main residence.

Basimah who was in the workspace was checking the company's expenses and stopped the movement.

The bearded head was raised watching the maid being seated while bowing her gaze.

"Young stain? Who do you mean?" tanyanya, wonder.

"Young lady Ayana, ma'am," explained the waiter.

Hearing the name of one of her son-in-law's grandchildren being called, next to the corner of the lips of the nearly seventy-year-old woman was raised.

His wrinkled fingers clutched together on the table. Highlight his eyes turned serious getting news Ayana came to visit.

"Send him in" he said later.

The servant nodded and retreated from before him, until not long after the figure of the black-hijab woman in tune with her robe was present right in front of his eyes.

Basima grinned softly watching the firmness as well as the confidence in the moon bead of her son-in-law.

"Don't I think after three days of thanksgiving for your adopted son, you came to me? It seems like a serious problem considering that there is not the slightest doubt in your eyes," Basima said, making Ayana develop a smile.

"You are always careful, madam. No wonder so many people respect you so much, but unfortunately there is no word forever in this world" said Ayana without trepidation.

The neatly engraved eyebrows intertwined, Basima was wary of what the painter was about to convey after hearing his expression just now.

Flashes of fire in each iris splashed at each other. No one wants to give up and stay in position.

Ayana's memory also rotated three days ago right after Raima's thanksgiving. He came to Bening's apartment intending to drive him home while continuing the discussion.

Zidan also allows because in their residence there are still many relatives who must be considered.

Upon arrival at the apartment, they immediately entered the room where Bening worked. There are many files that have been collected.

Since Ayana and Zidan went on vacation, Bening and other colleagues also thoroughly peeled about the two names that the painter had given.

Ayana was sitting in the work chair looking at one by one information from Bening. His two dark beads unceasingly widened scanning one after another of facts right in front of him.

He was surprised to find news he had not known all along.

"Ja-so Floella parfume company had time to cheat so there is no profit at all?" Ayana looked up directly at her interlocutor.

Bening nodded while folding his hands in front of his chest.

"In the year of the thousand and nine hundred, when the third elder Ashraf and founder of the company Floella parfume died, all the wealth was taken over by his wife Basima. He who is the only child entrusts all property to his life partner."

"Years changed, the power Basima gained from her late husband became increasingly blind. He likes to squander money for personal gain, partying, and just busy with the sparkling world."

"Without knowing if the company's income had experienced a slump and it was caused by it. Since then Basima has been a career woman, a hard worker. At first everything was fine, his efforts did not betray the results and could stabilize the income back to the company."

"However, again thanks to his all-luxury lifestyle, Basima again darkened his eyes. As a result of the bad road was passed, you can see for yourself in the file and there is a recording as well" explained Bening revealed his discovery this week.

"But, you must know that behind the success Basima can achieve there is a heart-wrenching event" continued Bening once again.

Ayana is still glued to listen to all the explanations Bening along with his discovery in a piece of paper in his grasp.

Both of his hands trembled in disbelief over what he was seeing right now. Right in front of his own eyes, the words along with the photographic evidence, the death letter, caught sight.

Affirmed again by some videos that succeeded Bening get even more strengthen the evidence, if in fact Basima is the mastermind behind the incident twenty years ago.

The reality of slapping a Ayana hard if for twenty years her parents left now the astonishing facts were revealed.

It turns out that his father and mother died not due to a plane crash, but someone had planned.

Twenty years ago, Ayana's parents, Aliyah and Anwar were Arshan's confidants. They are both key holders of the success of the Ashraf family-owned perfume company.

Bird news said that half the wealth owned by their family will go down to Anwar thanks to his hard work.

It becomes the forerunner of a person's emotions peak. He did many ways that the treasure would not reach Anwar's hands.

Until he planned bad things until the company had a decrease in revenue. The secret was also known by Anwar and Aliyah, to make both suffered bad luck.

Since the first, especially Anwar has worked under the auspices of the third elder Ashraf.

When he was a teenager, Anwar devoted himself to the family. No wonder Arshan believed in him so much.

Behind their equal age, the two also have a match for each other that is happy to mix natural perfume.

Capitalizing on the evidence, the next day Ayana immediately went to the main residence of the Ashraf family and now she has faced the wife of the late elder.

"So, what do you want Ayana to say? Did you come here to ask for forgiveness for humiliating this family?" basima pongah.

Ayana snorted bitterly at the word for word that came from the middle-aged woman's red mouth.

Without saying a word Ayana placed the A4-sized brown envelope right on the Basima table.

The woman took a quick glance at the granddaughter-in-law and clasped the object before her.

"What'sthis? Are you playing around?" ask again.

"I want you to ask for forgiveness for what happened," Ayana said unequivocally.

Hearing this, of course, made Basima laugh. The sound of his laughter resounded in the soundproof room located underground.

The room was similar to a small library where around the walls were attached shelves that showed a lot of books.

The smell of sandalwood is increasingly spreading in the corner of the room, the air is cold enough to sweep the existence of two women of different generations.

Ayana clenched both hands looking at the scornful eyes of the husband's grandmother.

"Are you kidding me? Is your mind out of your mind, Ayana? A pardon? Who should ask for and forgive? You are not sane" he said, repeating the same words.

"Please open the file," Ayana said, still looking straight at Basima without hesitation and without heeding her words just now.

The middle-aged woman throttled violently then tore the cover slowly took out some paper inside.

A few seconds later the two beads were perfectly dilated. His wrinkled hands trembled scanning every word or photo contained there.

Seeing the reaction the grandmother-in-law gave, Ayana developed a smile. He stepped forward and leaned in front of the two eyes of Basima.

"Twenty years ago with the power you had, two lives. Do you remember the textile fire at Nakazima Company?"

Afterwards Ayana whispered softly right next to Basima's right ear. Reaching the next words also invited the mistrust of the grandmother.

He looked around until their gazes collided with each other. There was another flash of fire that was getting more and more ferocious in Ayana's eyes.

He again grinned not to melt the spirit to express the truth.