Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 38
Many unexpected surprises come to every person on earth. His presence sometimes invites tears or smiles of happiness.
God's scenario no one knows. His fate is indeed amazingly good for every servant, despite being wrapped in wounds, but after that there is happiness that is never expected.
This morning Bening was monitoring the whereabouts of elder Ashraf. Accompanied by bread and milk he was about to begin further investigation.
However, the plan was deviated when he saw a woman holding a baby out of the mansion.
Bening was aghast, frowning deeply and throwing the bread he was enjoying into the next seat.
"Why did that woman come out of the Zidan family mansion? Her... Kirana, right?" he continued to monitor where the woman had stepped.
Until not long ago, Kirana entered the taxi while carrying Raima.
Bening increasingly confused, gripping the steering wheel of a strong car. "I have to follow her," the woman continued, turning back the car keys and following where Kirana was going.
His irises continued to pay attention to the streets they passed by. Many skyscrapers around that look still unfamiliar in view.
Bening repeatedly amazed to see the tall building.
"Where exactly was the woman going to take Raima? Why is she with Kirana? What did Ayana and Zidan do? Are they making a sister for him? Ah, what are you talking about?" his chirping swept away the silence then laughed lightly at the thought of his own imagination.
Moments later they entered an elite residential area in the middle of the city.
Bening who had been following him, again surprised not to play knowing the taxi ride Kirana stopped right in front of him.
He immediately stopped his vehicle from seeing Kirana enter the building.
"Did he live here?" ask him in silence.
"Well, he's very rich. I have to see what happens." Bening turned back to reach the bag containing the lurking equipment.
He took out a laptop and some other equipment on the lap. His fingers danced beautifully over the keyboard typing what was already out of his head.
Not long after that he managed to hack the security system in the building. One by one the CCTVs that were there were accessed easily, until the clear iris was widened to see Kirana in one of the rooms.
"Did he live here? It seems so," she said.
He continued to pay attention in silence, until one incident made him completely dumbfounded.
Bening instantly shut his mouth open strongly, not believing what he had just seen. His head shook his head several times trying to focus himself.
However, even though it has rubbed both eyes many times, it still remains the same situation.
"Astaghfirullah, is this really true?" he mumbled in disbelief.
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Ayana is in the gallery again. His hands never stopped working on preparing new paintings for the exhibition.
Along with a cup of coffee he tried to focus on work, despite the fact that his head was wrapped in a black hijab kept noisy.
One by one the facts are revealed about the causes of the death of the father and mother. Ayana also did not expect that elder Ashraf was the mastermind of everything.
The old woman who had always terrorized herself in the past and present.
He sat on a wooden chair looking at the large canvas he had brought from home. Hiccups for the sake of a sip of coffee into the throat flow to the bottom accompany solitude.
The soot bead continued to scan the painting medium with the look of the eyes exuding firmness.
The hand that was grasping the ear of the glass trembled strongly and a second later he threw it against the wall.
The resulting clanging sound was quite strong, the broken glass scattering on the floor with the concentrated liquid mixed into one.
Ayana's heart beat too fast, her chest up and down, causing cold sweat at the temple.
His feelings are jumbled between wanting revenge or letting things go just plain.
However, he is just an ordinary man often wants to repay the pain of the people who have lost the lives of his parents.
His heart ached when he remembered what happened twenty years ago. At that moment he heard the news about his parents' accident.
He who is participating in a painting contest is not able to stem the sadness. He left without hearing the jury's answer.
He rushed home and found two bodies in the front room of his house. There are also many neighbors who come to take care of their late parents.
At that time Ayana was not allowed to see their circumstances. He rebelled, trying to see father and mother one last time.
However, just now the wrapping of her parents opened a little Ayana was already unsteady. He could not see much blood flowing from his body.
He cried in silence without anyone strengthening.
Since her father and mother died, Ayana has been trying to rise up alone and meet the handsome pianist who is now her husband.
The household trip did not go smoothly, a lot of mines came to head until finally making the figure of Ayana as she is now.
"It turns out that the wound resulted from a fire that was done by him? O Allah, what should I do? Servants want the perpetrators of evil to be avenged, father, mother, may you support what I have to do" Ayana muttered again.
He walked a few steps forward gently wiping the surface of the canvas. He took a brush and continued what to do.
Scribbles after graffiti produce an image that looks terrible. Ayana with the perfect crescent moon arch continued to work.
In a different place, Zidan was playing the piano on the top floor of the company. Not much work makes him have free time.
He made use of it by practicing for preparation at the exhibition of the wife. This year he was invited to perform at the largest art building in the capital.
He was happy to be able to perform there, as well as accompany his wife, but in reality Zidan could not focus at all.
Too many things dabbled in the mind making his game sound messy.
"Is there something you're thinking, sir?" The subtle voice of someone groaned, Zidan stopped and turned to the right side.
He saw the model walking closer with a big smile.
"Kira? Ah, no," she replied briefly.
Kirana was standing right in front of the piano, while folding her hands in front of the woman's chest scanned the worried face there.
"It's the first time I've heard of your worst piano playing" he explained instantly.
Zidan held his head up again, that firm forehead shrinking deeply as if he did not accept.
"You mean? Have you ever heard me play the piano?" ask Zidan curiously.
Without dodging Kirana nodded in agreement. "Of course, who doesn't know the genius pianist Zidan Ashraf. Even your name alone has bailed buana to many countries."
Zidan only snorted without making a sound. Kirana was getting stronger about to carry out her intentions that elder Ashraf had agreed to.
"Your game is amazing, any theme song can touch the heart. Fingers dancing on piano keys" Kirana paused her sentence, her body bowing to the piano while propping up her chin, and she commented a gentle smile.
"It has broken my heart. Your game is very beautiful, Mas Zidan," he continued.
Zidan was fixated, slowly his two chocolate slices widened perfectly. Suddenly his heart beat too fast to hear a speech he had not received for a long time.
"Your game is so beautiful." Those words reminded him of the past few years.
He never expected to hear it again from a woman like Kirana. Zidan was speechless, his mouth tightly locked not being able to say a word.
Kirana still gave a gentle smile full of meaning, with warm eyes.