Tear Flower
THE SEASON 2 CHAPTER 52
In the spring of this year arrived, the scent of cherry blossoms spread to flow a new spirit for every person.
Thrilling days have passed, wounds, tears, sorrows nestapa, increasingly melted with the spring breeze.
New hope soared higher to achieve a dream that was increasingly pulled over. The distance between happiness and sadness is only two, namely patience and prayer.
"O you who believe! Please help (to Allah) with patience and prayer. Indeed, Allah is with those who are patient. Surah Al-Baqarah verse one hundred and fifty-three."
"Em, O Lord, your help is very near. Thou art the Most Adl, the Most Just, the just judge, I believe that whatever happens must be the best."
"Thank you very much, O Allah, for the help and smoothness that You gave us, until at last we can be at this point" ragged Ayana looked up at the sky this morning.
The horizon is so beautiful by spreading white clouds marching following the wind.
The coat that was slung on his shoulder danced along with the cool air.
Ayana is currently in the courthouse grounds. He looked around watching people and vehicles passing slightly high from the road.
There have been many stories that have been passed, as long as events after unexpected events come and roam.
One by one the facts unfold how the astounding past is sticking to the surface. If it was time for anything to keep a secret would be exposed as well.
God is the owner of the best life scenario and the most beautiful story planner for every servant.
There will not be forever in anything.
"We've received a report from your husband. One more hour the trial will begin soon."
The voice of a man caught the sense of hearing. Ayana turned around, smiling meaningfully at the formally dressed figure.
"Thank you very much for your help, Mas Hanan," Ayana replied kindly.
"The case on the crimes of elder Ashraf still has two months of searching. Fortunately, before the time is over we can get evidence of what crimes he has done."
"For years, prosecutors and police have worked together to uncover the mastermind behind the Nakazima fire that killed ten people. However, both the perpetrators we have arrested, CCTV footage, and so on do not show who is behind it all. Because after being traced, elder Ashraf had connections both to the police and the police."
"That's why he got away so many times from our eyes."
"Thanks to the courage and determination you have, Miss Ayana. Thank you for your cooperation," said Haidan Haikal's twin brother who once helped him in the case of the arrest of President Han.
Ayana again commented that a sweet smile was contrary to the condition of her face that was still swollen.
His nose slightly cracked due to the blow delivered by Basima, now leaving white gauze there.
The corner of his lips still looks red and also the former stitches that are covered with gauze are sticking behind the hijab.
Ayana's situation is still quite worrying. However, he was forced to leave the hospital to be a witness and victim of the fire twenty years ago and the incident the other day.
"Why are you doing all this, Ayana? Why didn't you fight back when the beating happened?" ask prosecutor Haidan, curious.
Ayana withdrew and looked back to the front.
"I deliberately didn't fight back, because I wanted to prove what the cruel elder Ashraf looked like. So-" He turned to Haidan again, "so, we can have solid evidence to reveal everything, right," he continued.
Haidan gasped to watch the deep, firm eyes of the woman next to him. This was the first time he had met someone who was willing to do whatever it took to establish justice.
And this is the second time Haidan can watch Ayana's actions that can be said to be determined to reveal the truth.
Many times he was amazed at his young master's wife.
Ayana chuckled softly and shook her head briefly.
"I told you back then, I could take over all your work, Mas. But, honey, I'm not interested. I. I just want justice for my mom and dad" he said.
Haidan smiled in amazement at every plan and determination that an Ayana had.
They talked a while before the trial began.
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As already determined, this afternoon the first session of elder Ashraf was held.
In that room, many family members came. Ayana, Zidan, Gibran, and a few other people who helped were also present.
Ayana kept looking at the perpetrator who was sitting opposite the judge.
One by one the crimes he had committed were read out. This further incriminated Basima to serve the sentence.
In the middle of the trial the atmosphere was getting tense and heated up. Family members who are pro-Basima continue to appeal.
They are not willing if the oldest members have to languish behind bars. Words after words that are less wearing also lead to Ayana.
"Heh, the son-in-law's grandchild doesn't know it's lucky..How can you imprison your own grandmother-in-law, huh? You see, he is very old," cried Daniyah did not accept if her mother should receive severe punishment.
"Zidan, you and your wife are the same, ungrateful brat. You all planned this, right?"
"Bas hypocritical, don't know yourself."
Other hurtful words continued to rain down on both Ayana and Zidan. However, the woman remained calm sitting comfortably, while folding her legs gracefully and placing her hands on her lap.
His gaze was still on the perpetrator who was now in tears hinting at a pardon.
In the midst of the excitement is still ongoing, Kirana who was also present also grinned softly. A moment ago his ash-lent bead scanned Ayana who was without the slightest trembling.
"It turns out this woman is really interesting. He did not at all understand what they were doing. Ayana, what a formidable opponent," he muttered as he folded his hands in front of his chest.
He saw Zidan, Gibran, and the people around Ayana trying to control him. However, the object that is being targeted is still in tranquility.
Without being disturbed, Ayana remained relaxed following the increasingly heated trial. The judge knocked on the hammer several times to calm the situation.
"Please be conducive to everything, if this is how the trial will go. Please understand," said the man's judge loudly.
"Sister Ayana, do you have any witness to how ruthless the perpetrator was as the mastermind of the burning twenty years ago?" the judge looked at Ayana.
The painter nodded, saying no sound and a second later the courtroom door was opened.
The sound of the pantofel shoes echoed to attract the attention of everyone there. They raised eyebrows, astonished to witness his arrival, while Ayana only gave a meaningful smile.
One woman there also widened the view of disbelief with a heartbeat too fast.
Kirana was very surprised to find that man there. He was again made to not believe what Ayana did.
"Had she called me Miss Rauf, it turned out-" Kirana did not continue.
"I'm Ihsan Rauf, the witness behind the incident twenty years ago," explained the handsome man.