Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 39
Ayana was surprised not to play CCTV footage in one of the apartment buildings in the capital.
A moment ago, in the midst of painting focus, Ayana was surprised by the arrival of Bening.
He frowned in finding the woman in the gallery. They promised to meet later in the afternoon.
However, when the clock still shows at half ten in the morning Bening came without telling.
He also showed his discovery earlier to Ayana which suddenly made the painter feel sentenced to tons of heavy stone.
He did not expect at once did not expect events like this to come to him.
"W-how did this happen? Is this really Kirana?" ayana asked nervously without moving her gaze from the laptop screen.
Bening nodded confidently as he explained, "at seven this morning Kirana came out of the main mansion of the Ashraf family. It's likely that he stayed there last night, considering you said that Zidan also went there to see Basima's condition."
"You also said Raima was with them from Zidan's explanation, and after I traced where the woman went to take your baby" Bening took a deep breath trying to calm himself who also did not believe.
"I found Kirana. That means this woman is the biological mother of the baby you raised as a child" he explained later.
Ayana was stunned, silent for a moment. He thought, his face seemed familiar.
He then turned to the left where their gazes immediately met each other.
"And it is confirmed by this." He simply held up some photos contained in the map.
He handed it to Ayana who was opened immediately. The painter also dropped it on the table in front of them to make the photos scattered.
"Th-this?" ayana's great-grandson did not believe in scanning one by one the images in front of her.
"A few months ago, Kirana Mahesa gave birth to a baby girl in Country I, where she fled."
"Do you know who the father of this baby is?" asked Bening again, and it suddenly made Ayana again surprised.
He turned back to look while widening his eyes.
"Ja-don't tell me that guy-"
"Yes you're right" Bening put the photo that was in his jacket pocket earlier. "Ihsan Rauf, a politician who a few months ago was elected mayor of City V" Bening said.
"W-what? So, they're still in touch? Astaghfirullah, what is that woman doing? Doesn't he feel guilty for Eliza's late? The man was her fiance," Ayana's cerocos did not expect.
"You're wrong Ayana, even they were still in touch at a time when Eliza was depressed and who knew their relationship was just Miss Celia. I'll keep you on," explained Bening again making Ayana's bead perfectly rounded again.
"That's why you don't like it? Even mamah hid those feelings to avenge her son's pain?" ayana asked, Bening just nodded in agreement.
"Astaghfirullah, Kirana. That woman!" Ayana squeezed the pile of photos scattered on the table.
"What are you going to do, Ayana?" tanya Bening looked at the annoyance in the moon bead of her sister.
"Bak knows what I'm going to do" he replied confidently.
"I like you like this, Ayana," replied Bening patting her shoulder gently.
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City V is one of the second metropolitan cities after the capital. The city has been dubbed as the largest coffee producer in Asia.
Its harmonious population, its people intersect with each other royong, recorded in the history of violence figures there is also the lowest.
The new mayor, a handsome thirty-two-year-old man, is the son of an influential couple in his country.
His father and mother were a state official who managed to rank the most parties would be his fans.
That makes an Ihsan Rauf easy to enter the political party. He was born and raised in a rule-abiding family environment making him an extraordinary person.
After having a meeting with some other higher-ups, Ihsan returned to the room.
Just loosening a tie that felt suffocating, his dark iris scanned onto the table. There he saw an old brown envelope lying just like that.
As if attracting attention to be approached, the man on the right cheek walked over. His muscular hands stretched out carrying the envelope and flipped through without any sign from anyone.
He then tore it to see there is a flat butterfly-shaped baby teether at the end of the handle there is an initial RR.
Seeing that Ihsan dropped the baby bite and turned panicked. His chest went up and down and shook his head.
"No.impossible," he said.
About an hour later, it was better for the man to leave the office. He rushed into the prepared car in front of the building.
He sat in the passenger seat scanning around.
"Go home" he said.
"Well," the driver replied briefly.
There Ihsan still did not suspect anything and still looked out the window afraid that someone was following her.
Until approximately ten minutes of travel, his forehead firmly shriveled in when he realized that the road they passed was not in the direction of the house, but to a place that many coffee sellers.
"Hey, I said go home. Where are you taking me?" tanyanya.
"Sorry sir, someone wants to see you" the driver replied.
Back, Ihsan watched the driver in front of him. He leaned slightly to see more clearly who he was, and Ihsan realized that the man was not his personal driver.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" ask again.
"Just calm down, sir, I won't hurt you" he replied, which made Ihsan even more careless.
After traveling for forty-five minutes, they arrived in one of the areas of City V.
The driver told me that Ihsan had to walk around the market there and continue to follow the straight path.
Not wanting anything to happen, Ihsan followed his instructions just like that, while the driver told his partner through the earphone that had been attached to the ear.
"Target enters the market area," he explained, making people across the street agree.
Ihsan with the appearance of his formal suit runs straight where on both sides there are a lot of traders peddling coffee-based merchandise.
The neatly decomposed head turned to all sides to find out what was really going on.
Not far from its existence a hijab woman is bargaining for goods that are there.
The aroma of coffee that evocative makes it can not bear to buy it.
"Can't you lower the price? This is the first time I've come here. Because according to people, the coffee sold here tastes very good. So, can you lower the price a little?" doors later.
"Ah, well, young lady, you look beautiful and amazing, how can bid the price cheap while the price of this coffee powder is already very standard," replied the seller's mother.
The woman's laughter rang out, "You could have. All right then I want this one kilo."
The old woman also agreed and wrapped the coffee powder ordered by the customer.
Not long after, he got what he wanted. He turned around to find another trade.
However, just turning around he collided directly with Ihsan. He looked up to make their gazes collide with each other.
The ripe lips widened, the target was right in front of the eyes according to what was planned.