Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 5

Zidan who had just arrived was shocked when he got the news that Ayana would be staying at the gallery.

He immediately contacted his wife and gasped when he heard the reason if he accompanied someone who had just gotten into an accident.

Inevitably Zidan also allowed, even though he had to argue a little. Because he intended to catch up with Ayana and accompany them there.

However, his wife quickly prevented to minimize the fear of the victim. After successfully convincing her husband, Ayana was allowed to stay overnight.

"I'm coming to the gallery early in the morning, wait for me!" zidan said behind the phone.

"Alright, Mas don't worry everything is monitored. I can see it too" Ayana explained later.

Zidan across the street agreed and then the call ended.

Ayana looked back to find Jasmine looking at her with interest. The painter developed a smile as he walked closer.

"I just called my husband, afraid he was worried," explained Ayana sitting next to him again.

"I must've messed you up, sorry Ayana," jasmine hides a guilty face.

"No Jasmine, you don't have to apologize. My husband is an understanding man. He must have understood our situation" he said back.

Jasmine simply nodded without saying a word. Inside his head was so boisterous with various problems.

He did not expect to escape from the dark cage of a cruel man. He also never had a dream of getting out of there.

Because all this time he continued to be locked up and not allowed to go if not accompanied by someone.

Like a dream, its existence there is like a hope that has been buried so deep. Jasmine, now can breathe a little relieved.

"Why are you so kind to let me stay here? Aren't you scared? It could be that I am a conniving evil person," Jasmine shrieked Ayana grunted softly.

He hugged his knees tightly while looking up at the ceiling of the room.

"There's been too much going on for me these few years. Sour, bitter, sweet, I've soy sauce. Why would I let you stay here? That's because I feel the same way."

"As a fellow victim of abuse, I can't let you continue to slump. How can I think of you conspiring with others? While your appearance alone is like this, you are very funny, Jasmine," said Ayana to melt the atmosphere, Jasmine also chuckled slowly.

"A little over two years ago I left the capital avoiding pain, but unexpectedly, I got the incident of not wearing."

"There was a middle-aged man who pretended to ask for help, but the intention for me was misused. He almost harassed me. However, at that time God gave help through a handsome man who is now my sister," Ayana said, recalling the dark times that actually did not want to be remembered anymore.

However, for some reason seeing Jasmine figure all came out. As if looking at her situation at that time, Ayana just wanted to share her experience to get out of the terrible zone.

Because he knows how to hit it after the terrible event happened. He could not even live his life anymore.

"Genesis after the incident made me depressed and traumatized. Even-" Ayana chuckles wistfully when her most embarrassed memories and foolish thinking are present.

"Even I wanted to finish my own life. Isn't that stupid?" Ayana turned her head along with that quick tear.

He removed it slowly and chuckled again. It felt so heartbreaking, laden with wounds that were still wet in memory.

Jasmine widens her gaze, not believing that a charming figure like Ayana has a dark past.

It was dark, like there was no light, but the woman sitting right next to him could still smile, even though tears accompanied him.

"Why? Why are you telling me everything? Shouldn't that be happening again?" asked Jasmine curiously.

"There's nothing wrong with my memory. How strongly I tried to forget it even buried it, the incident could be remembered at any time. So, you must stand up and fight all the violence that befalls."

"I'm sure you can, Jasmine. Although it requires a process that is not easy, but I'm sure you are able to get through it."

"You can go through the process, even though later in the middle of the road there is a test coming, then be assured that God does not burden every servant beyond the limits of his ability," said Ayana again full of confidence.

Highlight those soft warm eyes also greeted strongly. Jasmine again gasped and pulled away by bowing her head deeply.

Hearing all the experiences that Ayana had gone through made Jasmine a little inspired.

During this time he knew the figure of Ayana only through the television screen and media time. Many people, especially connoisseurs of art, admire his extraordinary works.

Ayana not only poured imagination through paintings, but she was able to provide a deep story in each of her works.

Like speaking in silence, every eye that looks at the painting can feel and pervade.

Jasmine who at that moment was curious about her figure also started to find out. One name, Ghazella, kept spinning in his memory making him even more amazed.

The existence of Ayana who was never sniffed in the glass screen, now her name is everywhere.

"Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa"

"Eh?" Ayana was surprised to hear three syllables just popping out behind the woman's pale lips.

Jasmine raised her head and turned her head again at her interlocutor.

"That's my full name. Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa, greetings to Ayana," said Jasmine again developing a smile.

"Magnolias? Just like the name of my gallery, aren't we already destined to meet? Mashay Allah." Ayana strangled happily.

Jasmine also developed a smile, agreeing.

Seeing her smile Ayana gasped then nodded her head slowly. He was starting to open, he thought.

"Then we go to sleep? It's late," asked Ayana to get approval from Mahesa.

The two women then lay on their futons, each resting their tired bodies.

...***...

Early in the morning, Zidan kept his promise to come to the gallery. He took Raima with him to visit there while carrying a medium-sized box.

He walked in using a spare key to surprise his wife and also a foreign woman who was enjoying green tea beside the window.

"Mas Zidan?" Call Ayana up from sitting down and approach them and take over Raima.

Zidan just muttered and kept looking at the woman who from last night continued to be with his wife.

He monitored their whereabouts through CCTV footage that penetrated directly into his cell phone. He was shocked to hear the woman's name mentioned.

Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa, continues to ring in hearing like a stranger.

"Mas... Zidan?" Call Ayana again surprise.

Zidan came to his senses from the daydream and turned to his wife.

"Yes Honey?" tanyanya.

"What are you thinking? Let's have breakfast together, I'm sure Mas hasn't eaten either," Ayanas lead Raima closer to Jasmine.

Zidan nodded stiffly and followed where his wife and son were going.

At the square-shaped table, Ayana, Raima, Zidan, and Jasmine sat together.

Ayana also introduced her husband and little daughter to Jasmine making the woman smile happily.

Along with small chats add to the familiarity, they really enjoy the breakfast that Zidan brought.

In silence Jasmine looked at the harmonious family in front of her with a sad feeling that was hidden through a smile.

"When can I have a harmonious family like them?" his mind. That was the greatest hope of a Jasmine all along.