Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 47
"Have you seen the surprise I gave you? Does Grandma mind if I tell them?"
Ayana's question still attracted attention.
Basima realized that the words of the young woman beside her were to trap her.
The two frowning hands were clenching firmly. Basima looked at Ayana full of anger eager to teach a lesson right then and there.
However, before her wish was achieved Ayana had already shown the mobile phone screen to the four women in one neighborhood.
Basima is getting more confused and fear is spreading in the chest. Her eyes were red-dyed towards Ayana who gave a meaningful smile.
"Grandmother is very clever right, Ladies," said Ayana increasingly attracted the attention of Basima.
On the screen, the smart object shows how the finger lentik fingers of elder Ashraf dance on piano keys.
"Well, it turns out you are good at playing the piano as well. It's worth Zidan so good to play it," praised one of his friends.
"True, it turns out his talent was born from the grandmother," continued one of them.
"His grandmother was very talented" said another.
"Fruit did fall not far from the tree, what a wonderful family," said another friend.
Basima who heard that was very surprised and immediately pulled Ayana's phone.
There still shows how he plays the piano so shrewd. Even an awkward laugh was so obvious that the four friends knitted their eyebrows together.
He looked up again to each other face to face with his daughter-in-law's grandson.
Suddenly, his laughter caught the attention of other guests.
"My daughter-in-law's granddaughter does often give unexpected surprises." Basima walked closer to Ayana and then held her arms strong. "Darling, how could you divulge this secret of your Grandma?" continue to spread the charm.
"I think Grandma's friends deserve to know everything" Ayana said.
Praise for praise continued to arrive from the four middle-aged women.
Ayana also released the Basima handle and asked permission to greet other invited guests.
Along the way, Ayana grinned with sharp eyes holding back the anger.
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Time continues to roll as it should, the hours pass until the event after the event goes smoothly.
In the middle of the peak of the event everyone was in one room. They are very lavish and luxurious.
Appetizing food and halal drinks are spread here and there.
The invited guests enjoyed it while joking together.
In the midst of the warm atmosphere, the lights suddenly went out. Dark master with a welcoming cold air.
Not long after a single light highlighted a single dot in front displaying one eye-catching painting.
The black base showed a red gradation like a thick blood liquid flowing just like that.
There is also a shadow of some people who are asking for help by raising both hands.
Although simple connoisseurs of art know the deepest meaning there.
Until a woman in a white dress in red at the end, blazing like a blazing fire.
He walked step by step in limping to reach the painting there.
One floodlight was so good at monitoring it in silence.
The woman continued to walk away reaching for a meaningful painting in it.
"Let go!" he screamed while running away.
Everyone who was there also shouted, but there were also gangsters sitting watching the show, including Ayana.
The hijab-wearing woman continued to enjoy a piece of cake watching it in silence.
Next to her husband looked closely and patted her on the shoulder slowly.
Ayana looked over and pulled back.
"You prepared the story too?" ask Zidan whispering.
Ayana nodded briefly. "Of course, I'll just sit back and enjoy the show" she replied.
Zidan just assented without a sound and participated in enjoying the show in front.
"Twenty years ago there was a fire that killed ten people. However, do you all know that it wasn't an accident?" The poet scanned one by one the people present there until his attention fell on one point.
"It happened because of someone's plan" he continued giving a sharp sneer.
The object that was the source of the poet's attention was jolted instantly.
He looked around where the people around him kept watching the show.
Until accidentally the iris stopped in a pair of soot that was sitting not far from its existence.
Entering the last spoonful of cake, he smiled broadly.
Basima clenched a strong hand as Ayana looked at him sharply.
"That woman" he growled.
The poet was constantly giving words that lead towards the perpetrator.
The guests who had come to whisper to each other did not expect that anyone was so cruelly blinded by mere treasures.
In the middle of the show that is still going on one by one the message goes to everyone's mobile phone.
There they see a show that is increasingly corroborating if the perpetrator of the incident twenty years ago which also had shocked the community was clearly displayed there.
A second later the lights came back on. The compact people looked in the same direction and along with the completion of the show earlier.
Silent welcome, no one has opened their voice after knowing if the influential person in the country is the perpetrator of the crime.
"Good night everyone, thank you very much for coming to the art exhibition held in our art building. As we've all seen if the show was an actual event that happened twenty years ago."
"The painting behind me is called the Night Scream. Evil will never be eternal, one day it will be revealed by itself, be happy in the free life you still live," said the owner of the art building, Queen.
Ayana who was excited to hear the welcome also clapped her hands while standing up from sitting.
His voice echoed making many pairs of eyes turn towards him.
"That's great. I like the speech," said Ayana swept a glance around and returned to the front.
Seeing the action, Basima increasingly clenched his hands on his lap.
He also rose up to cause the squeak of the chair to attract attention. Now everyone was watching him make the elder Ashraf speak a thousand languages.
From then on he continued to look at Ayana with a dark face. The painter grinned sharply and gave a stern look.
"In the end the truth can be established" Ayana murmured without making a sound.
Realizing those words Basima was rising. Without saying anything the old woman stepped foot out of there.
The sound of his heels echoed along with many articles talking about it.
The victims one by one popped up making the Ashraf family company even more tarnished.
The netizens also continue to play his thumb giving comments for comments that are increasingly cornered.
Ayana looked ahead at the Queen who was also looking at her while smiling.