Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 3
The voice of a woman's cry was so shrill in the silence of the night. His breathing was hunting and stinging to avoid something.
His appearance was so disheveled, part of his clothes were torn here and there, his face was covered in dirt stains, and he continued running barefoot.
It made his palm hurt thanks to the friction of gravel stone that he continuously got.
"Don't come any closer. I beg you to let go" he cried, looking back several times.
Right from ten meters away from him three tall burly men were chasing him from earlier, not giving him a chance to continue to run away.
"Stop your shit, don't keep rebelling" said one of them.
"Stop!" continue the other.
However, he did not give up one bit to leave the three men who continued to pursue him.
The sweat also soaked the woman's face, her hair was limp as a result of wet sweat and dust.
He continued to avoid their pursuit, until he came out of the alley through which he passed. He paused for a moment there looking to the left-right to check the situation.
His intuition worked, making the two legs move back to the right side. He continued to run away not caring for the breath that had been stinged unreasonably.
Not long after he hit a shop surprised the residents inside.
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After getting a leave of absence for five months, because she wants to focus on taking care of her husband and children, today Ayana returned to her profession.
Since this morning he opened a gallery called magnolia to welcome art lovers continue to arrive.
The busyness that he did again from earlier finally reached the end point. At half-nine p.m., he closed the shop.
Assisted by Seruni, the only employee there Ayana cleaned up all the mess.
In the middle of work, both were surprised by the shrill voice of a woman who was so contrasted with the silence of the night.
They looked at each other to stop the movement of the hands that had been busy cleaning the painting equipment.
Because on the first day Ayana re-opened the gallery, she deliberately invited the visitors to paint together.
Who would have thought that momentum was very interesting, many children also came to study with the famous painter.
"Whose voice is that, Ma'am?" tanya Seruni timidly.
Ayana who was holding a small canvas shook her head. He then walked forward monitoring the already deserted situation of the people.
"There was no one, maybe the voice was just carried by the wind," explained Ayana made her employees who were behind nodded.
Right after Ayana turned back, there was a clashing sound on the glass door of the gallery. The reflexes of the two women were shouting at each other and hugging each other.
Ayana and Seruni offer prayers to ward off fear.
"W-What is it Mommy? Ma'am, what is that? Is that a human?" tanya Seruni consecutively clenched her powerful eyes.
Ayana who is not much different from him also shook her head.
"I don't know. I don't know.." she said.
They continued to cuddle with trembling bodies holding back fear.
In the midst of the horror, the soft voice of someone increasingly makes the two powerless to move at all.
Ayana and Seruni hugged each other pretending not to listen.
"To-long, I beg you, help me."
The request continued to buzz along with the buzz it was throwing at the glass door repeatedly.
"I beg you to help me. I asked for help" he said again and again.
In the sense that if someone really asks for help, Ayana released a hug and walked forward.
Both of his hazelnuts squinted trying to focus on the silhouette of a person right in front of the entrance.
A second later the painter looked up and saw a woman with a disheveled appearance gathered there.
"What... You okay?" ayanna asked him to wake up.
"I beg you to let me in" he asked again.
Ayana nodded then turned her head back and shouted at Seruni. "Please prepare a futon in the next room."
Seruni was able to respond and rushed to carry out what had been assigned.
Ayana brought the woman in and locked the door of the gallery tightly and closed the curtains so that no one could see inside.
He felt an inkling of not wearing after seeing the state of the foreign woman.
Moments later, Ayana and Seruni take care of the woman without the identity. They give warm drinks and light snacks to restore their stamina.
Only with the futon mat of a woman with back hair, the middle wearing a white dress that had been torn was sitting safely there.
He looked at Ayana and Seruni alternately and then looked down again.
"Thank you for saving me" he murmured softly.
The two women looked at each other as if they understood the situation. Especially Ayana, she felt a little fear, anxiety, and horror that this woman before her felt.
Because a few years ago he experienced it.
"Don't worry, you're safe here. If I may know what your name is and where you're from?" ask Ayana kindly.
"I-" pause for a moment the woman who is still unknown name was squeezing a cloth on her lap.
"I'm Jasmine," he continued.
"Jasmine? Em, a good name is like a flower name, isn't it?" Ayana turned to Seruni to come into the conversation.
"Truly, a very pretty name. Introduce me Seruni, um does that sound like a flower's name too?" tanyanya tried to find an atmosphere.
Jasmine, the woman looked up briefly then nodded slowly.
"Em, your name does sound like a flower." Ayana let out a rough sigh, "what power my name is not that good -"
"What's your name? What's yourname?" jasmine asked twice cutting Ayana's words quickly.
A smile was fluttered on the beautiful face and the painter made Jasmine widen her eyes in disbelief.
"Ayan... Ayana Ghazell. That's my name, greetings," Ayana replied again kindly.
Instantly, Jasmine was stunned, unable to believe that she could hear the name buzzing in her sense of hearing.
His heart beat too fast with cold sweat popping up.
"Wanna? Ayana Ghazella?" said back.
The mocca-hijab woman beside him nodded repeatedly.
"Why? Have you never heard of Ayana?" tanya Seruni broke the tension within her.
Jasmine turned to him briefly then returned to Ayana.
"Yes, this is the first time I've seen Ayana."
The answer struck a question mark on the heads of the two women. Both Ayana and Seruni looked at each other again and kept all curiosity in silence.
Tonight they are shocked by the arrival of a woman named Jasmine.
The woman is like a mystery in which there is a riddle. Coming up with a disheveled appearance, far from a neat impression surprised them.
However, Ayana realized that behind her existence must have invited another story.
He knew the story would continue until the end. He again commented a smile on Jasmine who had been watching him closely.
As if the look in the eyes spoke, the two women conveyed everything through a glance.
Ayana scanned the dirty face of Jasmine who had an oval face shape with white skin.
"This woman is so beautiful, how could she end up like this?" his mind continued to watch Jasmine in silence.