
The universe brings unexpected surprises.
The mystery will always come at the appointed time.
Time will never go wrong exposing every lie that exists.
The sound of table buzzing sounded extremely powerful in the basement of the main mansion of the Ashraf family.
The elder was so emotional seeing the concrete evidence sent by Bening this morning.
His old face was flushed red holding all forms of anger in his chest.
The given USB is thrown firmly on the floor until it cracks. His chest rose and fell withstanding the emotional turmoil.
"What are they doing? How did they get the tape?" his rage raged throwing the items that were on the table.
Not far from the mansion, Ayana who had been watching him grinned widely.
He is satisfied to get the results he wants.
"Isn't the surprise very good, I can't wait for what's going to happen in a few days" he murmured.
As scheduled, the international art exhibition in the country was held.
Now a lot of famous painters both at home and abroad enlivened.
The chants of piano keys so beautifully flowing accompany every step of art lovers who come.
One by one the invited guests were present to look at the work of talented painters.
Ayana who was wearing a shiny black brukat dress in line with her hijab was so charming.
He was with Arfan greeting every invited guest who came.
There is also a small stage for invited musicians.
Currently Zidan Ashraf is giving his performance at the show his wife.
Whispers by whisper were heard how similar the pair of painters and pianists were.
"Your husband is so good, it's the first time I've seen the show in person."
"You must be happy to be supported directly by the husband."
"I'm even impressed, owh what a very compatible couple."
Those are the words that come from influential socialite women in her country.
"Thank God, thank you so much, ladies. I hope you all can enjoy our exhibition this time," Ayana replied to a charming smile.
After greeting the three graceful ladies earlier, he continued his steps greeting the others.
He also went to art lovers from all prestigious circles.
In the midst of the busyness that struck the arrival of elder Ashraf invited attention.
The owner of the largest perfume company in the country took over the spotlight.
Many of them were wives of businessmen who were already familiar with the middle-aged woman.
They greet each other, talk, and praise each other.
"You must be proud to have the granddaughter-in-law of a talented painter like Ayana. The paintings he made are fantastic even now he has collaborated with overseas painters" said one of the women who was born there.
Basima smiled sweetly while nodding slowly.
"Is that so? But the woman is not perfect. Perhaps she was perfect as a painter, but flawed as a married woman. He could not give offspring and was more concerned with career alone," the old woman replied to vilify the granddaughter-in-law.
The four middle-aged women who heard him looked at each other, in disbelief.
Witnessing the reaction of the four friends, Basima smiled in satisfaction.
"You think... You can take me down, Ayana? You were wrong to invite me here," Basima's mind smiled triumphantly.
Ayana who was standing not far from there heard everything. He had expected that Basima would do such a thing.
"Grandma, have you come?" ayan approached them.
"Oh Ayana, nice to meet you" said Basima's friend.
"Hello Auntie, you are so beautiful," praised Ayana making the old woman blush.
"Have you seen the surprise I gave you? Does Grandma mind if I tell them?" ask Ayana who immediately invites curiosity.
The four women from the upper class looked back at each other and then turned to Ayana clingy.
Before the exhibition was held, Ayana had already found out who were the people related to Basima.
He and Bening also found new facts if Basima has a socialite group consisting of wives of businessmen and other prestigious women.
Ayana deliberately invited them to launch the action. In addition to working with Arfan, he also told the organizers to dismantle the Basima rot.
Because he got a new thing that came back astounding make Ayana more excited.
"You must remain vigilant not to make him suspicious" said someone from the earphones in his ear covered with hijab.
Ayana cleared her throat in response.
Not far from there precisely on the top floor, four people consisting of two women and men had been monitoring the course of the event.
Basima, Gibran, Haikal, and another woman with a shoulder sat side by side together.
"Madam Queen, I don't expect you to ever get into a scandal with elder Asraf," Bening said looking at the middle-aged woman next to him.
The queen of the downtown art building also developed a smile.
"It doesn't have to be so formal, we have the same path" he replied later.
"Before meeting Ayana, I did not have the courage to reveal this fact, but after meeting that extraordinary woman, I wanted to establish justice."
"Before building this art building, I had the same business as perfume. In that year our business thrived on each other and attracted each other. However, at one time the perfumes I produced had a significant increase. Elder Ashraf did not accept and slandered our business until it put the company out of business."
"Not only got there, he also even to badmouth our family until my husband died of sudden heart attack."
"At that time I vowed to be a successful woman to build strength against her" said the Queen reminiscing about the difficult times she had experienced thanks to Basima's dirty hands.
The old woman was very cruel, no matter who as long as her goal was obtained, then no matter how far the path was taken she would do.
The queen is one of the victims of the selfishness and greed she possesses.
Bening, Gibran, and Haikal who heard the story earlier heaved a heavy sigh.
The three of them did not expect the cruelty of Basima.
"I'm sorry if Grandma's behavior harmed you so much. I'm-"
"I don't need any apologies from his granddaughter or anyone else. Because I just want the old woman to admit her mistake, because an apology won't bring back my dead husband" the Queen replied.
The young man only nodded in understanding.
Bening clasped the Queen's hand warmly trying to channel the power.
"Mrs take it easy, Ayana can definitely bring back your heartache. Because the old woman had already made Ayana's life miserable. Evil is not eternal, one day it must be exposed as well" said Bening.
The queen nodded as she rubbed the clear liquid that flowed unbearably on both cheeks.
The net looked at the screen showing CCTV footage in all corners of the room, especially the one recording Ayana.