Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 43
Ayana and Kirana were still struggling, the beautiful painter still remained with his sweet smile, while the model held back the anger of looking emotionfully.
Everyone who saw that, especially Basima growled instantly. He kicked the table pulling attention to fade the war in silence of the two women.
They immediately looked at her, Ayana developed a sweet smile making Basima also growled.
"What are you guys doing? Ayana, don't you have any manners? Here are a lot of parents, and that kind of attitude you give? How humiliating!" the sarcasm.
Ayana pulled her body again and faded the smile on her beautiful face.
"I'm sorry dear elder Ashraf. I was not born into a family full of rules like you, but-" Ayana deliberately paused her sentence again looking at other family members and turned to Basima again.
"I've never been rude" he continued, making the old woman widen her gaze.
"What do you mean?"
"Ah, it seems like your interpretation is wrong. I mean, it's supposed to be the legal wife sitting here. Miss Kirana, can you stand up from here?" ask Ayana just like that.
However, it was not Kirana who got up from sitting but the husband, Zidan. He clasped his wife's arm tightly while giving a worried look.
"Where have you been, honey? I'm so worried you're okay" said Zidan stroking his wife's temple dear.
It became a shocking sight for other families, including Basima and Kirana, while her parents just smiled happily.
Kirana who saw the scene also snorted violently. Ayana increasingly deliberately showed affection there.
Not long after, Basima also rose up to shift her chair strongly causing a sharp sound.
Ayana and Zidan were surprised and turned to her who showed some firmness.
"Ayana, come with me!" invite him later which raises the curiosity of other family members.
Zidan went straight back to his wife, showing another anxious look.
"Not to worry, I can handle it," Ayana rubbed her husband's shoulder gently and followed where Ashraf had gone.
In silence, Zidan continued to pay attention to the departure of his idol who seemed confident at every step.
The charming lips smiled sweetly and prayed for the best.
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Along the way to the basement, Ayana passed through the hallway after the hallway nuanced deep blue. The cold weather welcomed her arrival presenting a crescent moon appearing on that beautiful face.
His pair of clear soot continued to look towards the figure in front where now his weakness had been obtained.
Ayana never hesitated to establish justice for her parents. He never expected that the old woman who became his grandmother-in-law would do such an act of disrespect.
Not long after, they arrived at their destination. As he climbed down the steps, Ayana stood right in front of the desk of elder Ashraf.
The owner turned slightly to sit on the table while folding his hands in front of his chest facing Ayana.
"What else this time?" just ask.
Ayana grinned with satisfaction, the light that entered through the window slit above made it clearer.
Confidence in the self continues to crawl in giving more strength.
"It looks like you are quite sensitive to the fate that is about to come," said Ayana made Basima link an eyebrow.
"What else this time?" ask him again.
Ayana chuckled softly, letting go of her gaze in the other direction. He was quite satisfied to see his reaction at this moment.
Ayana's face turned cold, both of her legs stepped forward while giving a sharp look.
Next to the corner of his ringed lips grinned, Basima was sure that this young lady before him had something else.
"Pardons. I'd like you to apologize to the families of the victims for what happened twenty years ago. Are you gonna do it? It's an opportunity for you to appeal" Ayana said, her voice muffled strongly and echoing in the room.
Hearing those same words again made Basima laugh out loud. The woman in her nearly seventies straightened up and stepped closer to Ayana.
Until in the end the two women of different ages were facing each other with a very close distance.
They look at each other not wanting to give up on each other. Ayana with her truth, while Basima with her ego is so high.
The arrogant woman attaches importance to self-esteem not to be humble and apologizes for the behavior she has done.
"Who are you, HUH? Ask me to ask for forgiveness? You God? YOU'RE GOD'S MESSENGER, HUH?" Basima shouted out loud, both eyes reddened while glaring at Ayana.
The painter again grinned to receive a response from him.
The scene was listened to by the grandchildren. Zidan, who was very worried about the state of his wife, secretly followed them.
He didn't think Ayana could do that. On the one hand he was also disappointed with his grandmother who did not want to admit mistakes.
"What did Ayana get?" he murmured as he continued to get closer to the room.
Back at Ayana, the woman still looked fixedly at the figure of Basima who was breathing. His chest was up and down trying to calm down.
"Are you sure you don't want to?" ask Ayana back. "I asked once again, Mistress really does not want to do it?" continued again.
"YOU! I DON'T WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO ANYONE. I AM NOT GUILTY OF ANYTHING. SATISFIED WITH YOU, AYANA?" screams screeching.
Ayana gave a rude snort while developing a smile. His head nodded several times while putting his hands in his denim pocket.
"Alright, it's your decision Madam. Don't ever retract your words again after seeing this." Ayana also held a recording device that had recorded their conversation earlier.
On the way to the room Ayana had installed a recording device so as to prove what Basima was trying to convey.
Ayana smiled satisfied to get the results she got.
"I've recorded our conversation this time, lest you regret it again. I've given you a chance, but the Madam herself won't take it."
"You need to know" Ayana paused her sentence and leaned forward right next to the elder's ear.
"Ihsan Rauf, you know who he is, don't you?"
After saying that he pulled back again to see his reaction, and in accordance with the predictions, Basima stiffened in place.
"Ah, right I also want to give this to you." Ayana then extended an invitation to Basima.
"You should come to the gallery that will be held in the art building downtown. Your arrival is urgently needed there, I prepare an exciting show for Madam. Then see you later, Assalamu'alaikum." Ayana set foot in front of Basima.
After all, the old woman threw the invitation to the hard floor. While shouting loudly he ruffled his waist to see the door that had just been closed.
Basima was getting better after hearing the name Ihsan called. He bit his thumb hard at the thought of what to do.
He immediately grabbed a cell phone on the table to contact someone.
"Find out who Ayana's working with. Don't miss it, it's important. Execute immediately!" tell the guy across.
"Woman, how far does she know?" frightened mumbling.