Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 42
Summer year 20xx Country K
Nakazima company is a place where many people peddle plants there.
The company is in the shade of the Rauf Family who are very fond of various ornamental plants, especially flowers.
They have been around for years and have worked with the capital's largest perfume company, Floella parfume.
Twelve-year-old Ihsan Rauf often sends flower plants to large companies.
He is happy to be able to help his family and it is supported by his parents which they believe if the son should be educated hard early and not depend only on the success of his father and mother alone.
At one point when Ihsan was about to send a rare flower plant, he overheard the conversation of elder Ashraf.
He who was still a teenager was very surprised and unconsciously dropped the pot of plants in his grasp.
The clapping sound drew attention making the few people who were talking in the room directly out.
They realized that someone else was listening to his plan.
The three big-bodied men came out of the room to find Ihsan was nervous to look at them.
"Sa-I came here to deliver this plant," he replied timidly.
"Boss, what are we gonna do?" ask one of the men while looking back.
"What's your name?"
The voice of the mature woman caught a glance, Ihsan looked up at a glance and looked down again to witness her arrival.
"I-Ihsan," she replied briefly.
"Sweet child, are you from the Rauf family?" ask Basima while gripping the chin of the child makes him look up again.
Ihsan nodded slowly assuring.
"What did you hear? Are you gonna tell those guys"
"I didn't hear anything" sambar Ihsan quickly.
Basima slightly threw out her chin strongly making the teenager shrewd. He folded his hands in front of his chest and said, "ah, you heard it all. Bring the boy in" he told the men.
They immediately pulled Ihsan inside and there he was given a warning not to do anything.
Inevitably Ihsan undertakes the task given, which is to oversee the course of the Basima plan. He should be on site monitoring every movement of his men.
Until the day H, Ihsan was actually at Nakazima's company location. He did not expect if that place would be a silent witness as to what the plan was done.
He also never expected his parents to hand over the company to elder Ashraf.
The vile woman bought it at a fantastic price to commit a cruel act.
At that time Aliyah, Anwar, and the eight other people who were told to take a rare plant there also suffered bad luck.
The five large men who were told to burn the building also managed to light the red whiz to eat the three-story building.
Ihsan who at that time saw for himself how the fire directly contacted the fire department.
Both of his legs were limp knowing the fact that there were ten people in there that were roasted by the fire. He cried knowing the wrong he should not have done.
...***...
"Since then you have always been watched by Ashraf's elder Basima Ashraf. Even now you are still under his control. Because the people who have worked with the woman will not get away so easily" said Ayana after the show was shown.
The CCTV footage was taken by Bening at the company's Floella parfume. At that time he pretended to be the sender of a flower plant that Zidan had told him to send.
Relying on the information that he had been able to do, Bening headed for the storage warehouse.
It was full of stuff from a few years ago to now.
He found out where the DVR was and found it quite easy. Because there is a date, month, and year when the object is placed.
After controlling the CCTV that is there, Bening was free to take the recording after the recording in it.
He sat there for hours to move what he wanted. He was very satisfied after getting what he needed.
Until now the recording of the conversation between Basima and Ihsan twenty years ago was aired.
Ihsan again trembled considering the events that had long since passed.
"Who are you really?" asked Ihsan again still did not understand.
"What you forgot, he-"
"I am the granddaughter-in-law of Basima Ashraf, as well as the son of two people who were in the fire at that time," Ayana said cutting off Bening's speech.
Hearing the explanation just now made both of his legs limp for a moment. Ihsan leaned back unable to hold her own weight.
Watching her reaction made Ayana smile meaningfully. He again stepped forward while continuing to monitor it closely.
"The choice is yours. Can you choose to help me testify, or meet Kirana and your daughter? If you choose the second option your current position will definitely be threatened, too.Your marriage with the governor's daughter can run aground," Ayana threatened to make Ihsan not dwell.
"W-what do I want to do for you?" Ihsan asked after a moment of silence.
Ayana gave a rough snort and then smiled widely.
"Easy, you just have to be my partner. Whenever I need to, you have to be there. Do you mind the honorable mayor?" pinta Ayana quipped her position.
Ihsan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"Alright if it's your wish I'll do it" Ihsan replied later.
Ayana looked back and smiled sincerely at Bening. The woman nodded happily, they could get an unexpected witness to the events twenty years ago.
...***...
Ayana walked closer towards Kirana and gripped the back of the wooden chair firmly. Still showing the perfect crescent moon, he ducked whispering right in the model's ear.
"Can you get up from this chair, Miss Rauf?"
Hearing that name Kirana turned her head quickly at Ayana where the woman was still developing a meaningful smile.
Her head in hijab nodded as if giving Kirana a warning. The woman immediately realized that Ayana already knew something.
"It looks like you can read my moves?" ask Ayana again to make the heartbeat Kirana was too bad.
"You-you"
"Yes, I know everything," retorted Ayana cutting Kirana fast.
They looked at each other, sparking fire in the eyes of each other. No one would budge, the two women were in a cold war.
Everyone who saw it frowned, astonished. They were surprised if Ayana's figure had really changed.
The painter was not the weak woman they used to tell. In fact, in the past, most of the cuisine presented at the table was Ayana cuisine.
At that time Ayana was no more different from Ashraf's family assistant. His existence was never considered and only used as a tool for impingement.
Not the physical wounds he had obtained, but the inner wounds to this day still remained at the bottom of the deepest recesses of the heart.