Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 36
Kirana was sitting next to a large window while holding Raima. The five-month-old baby appeared to be asleep in her cradle.
No matter who was hugging her, Raima was so calm in the cradle.
From now on, the woman who works as a model also noticed the innocent face of Raima. Her soft lips curled perfectly like a mother holding her little baby.
Occasionally the flick hands rubbed the mane of the baby's thin hair.
"Are you happy to come here?"
Suddenly from the front someone spoke as he walked closer. Kirana looked up to find Mega approaching while carrying a tray of warm drinks and placed it on their middle table.
Kirana nodded slowly and thanked him.
"I'm very happy, thank you for accepting me here" he replied later.
"Don't worry, don't be formal like that. Let's just say this is the beginning of our relationship, what you say is definitely best. Mama couldn't just haphazardly ask someone to talk alone with her."
"Mad very carefully, and even think in advance of every action to be done," Mega cerocos without pause.
Kirana who had noticed him earlier also commented a meaningful smile. Next to the corner of her ripe lips slightly raised watching the woman next door.
"And his youngest daughter was so careless, how could she be born from this family? Even everyone seemed alert," he thought.
His memory turned to a moment ago where Basima asked him to speak.
After the rest of the family, Kirana sat on a single sofa right next to the bed. Still holding Raima, he looked at Basima respectfully.
"What do you want to say to me?" door directly.
Basima grinned and then woke up from sleep and leaned against the head of the bed.
"It seems like you are not an indiscriminate woman" Basima said, turning to the side where her gaze was directed at Kirana's iris. The woman simply smiled in response.
"Do you know why I asked to talk to you?"
"Of course you want something from me" he replied appropriately.
Basima laughed loudly until her voice echoed and after that again showed a serious face.
"I like women like you, wise, know what other people think."
"The reason I asked to talk to you is because I know what you're thinking."
"You mean, Madam?"
"You-" Basima paused her speech making Kirana link a powerful eyebrow. The middle-aged woman moved her index finger asking the model to come closer.
Kirana leaned forward slightly listening to what Basima was about to say next.
"You want to approach Zidan for some reason, right? I know just by looking into your eyes the first time we met at this boy's birthday party" Basima continued, making Kirana gasp.
He pulled his body again watching the meaningful crescent arch on Ashraf's old face.
"Don't worry, it should be a woman like you with my granddaughter. Ayana it, not comparable," he said sarcasm.
"So you mean... You want to get rid of Ayana? And ask for my help?" kirana concluded.
"It turns out you're smart too, I won't explain the details anymore. You know what to do, don't you?"
"Are you sure you want to accept me?" kirana asked to find out one thing.
"Of course, it's a smart woman like you who should be Zidan's wife" she said.
"I'm an orphan, ma'am. Do you not mind?"
Hearing Kirana's explanation just now Basima was silent for a moment. He laughed awkwardly making the model conclude one thing.
"Castal equality, this old lady only attaches importance to social status. Alright I know what to do," Kirana thought.
"A-ah of course we have to carry out what was talked about. Can you get rid of Ayana?" pinta Basima again.
"That's easy, you don't have to worry. I can do it, as long as you also have to give me access to the Zidan mas," Kirana said.
"You don't have to worry either. You can do anything for our plan to work."
Kirana nodded obediently then grinned strongly at the thought of something.
"Cyrane. Hey, Kirana. Hello." Mega waved her hands right in front of Kirana's pretty face.
He gasped, conscious of the daydream.
"Ah, what's wrong Auntie?" tanyanya.
"Why are you daydreaming? Never mind, you should be Zidan's wife. Why women should not know themselves. I'm sorry to see him hanging around us" he said again and again.
Kirana just commented on the smile knot no intention to reply to her words. The soft black-robed head looked down again at Raima's peaceful face.
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Zidan was still standing where he saw his wife. At the moment Ayana was not much different from someone who had already killed someone else.
Highlight the nyalang eyes like the middle of prey continues to be triggered there. Zidan was fixated, surprised, and at the same time afraid of his wife's condition.
"Honey," he called slowly.
Ayana gave a rough snort while returning a wide grin. The handle on the brush grew stronger and walked closer towards the husband.
Slowly but surely the movement of the painter caused panic in Zidan. He felt he had become a target for Ayana.
Until not long later she lunged at her husband and directed the brush right to the lower left side of Zidan's stomach.
Drop by drop of the deep red oil paint dripped behind the pianist's work coat. The liquid became an intermediary between the husband and wife who immediately littered her second shoe.
The pianist as well as the businessman was struck by widening perfect eyes and wide gaping mouth.
Ayana who was still near Zidan looked up to see her reaction.
"What would you do if I did this to your loved ones?"
Ayana's question suddenly made Zidan link the eyebrows do not understand. He saw the firmness in the bead of the moon the wife who never faded from earlier.
"W-what are you saying, honey? I-"
"Do you really love me?" ayanna asked him to cut her words quickly.
"Of course I love you very much. I can't lose you, honey," Zidan replied, raising his right hand to rub Ayana's temples full of tenderness.
The painter also developed a sweet smile. He pulled the brush back and walked towards the canvas again.
He again gives the gradation of red earlier on it which is so striking on the base of the black color.
Zidan looked down at the brush marks that had been stuck on his body. He rubbed it rough trying to remove the stain.
Hearing that move Ayana curled the corner of her lips again and again.
"Because you love me so much, so... You don't mind if I did that thing using a real gun on your grandmother?"
Ayana turned around with a meaningful smile that again took Zidan's heart almost out of place.
He realized Ayana's speech was not kidding. I don't know what happened before, Zidan saw there was a sadness so strong behind the smile that the wife gave.
After the words were triggered, the atmosphere around them felt so cold. The air piercing the skin gives an invisible fact to accept.
Nothing goes smoothly forever, the future has its own storyline that we never thought it would come.
Keep going until the pain turns into a smile.