Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 7

"Yes-that's right you, Ayana. The heir to the Mahesa family is in your gallery? How come?" danieal asked with eyes full of interest, and high curiosity.

Ayana who was still holding Raima nodded quickly and told her all the series of events, from the beginning Jasmine hit her gallery window until now settled there.

The handsome doctor was also wide-eyed, his mouth holding him a little gaping and unconsciously the potato chips that were in his grasp fell just like that.

He did not expect to hear his sister's explanation at all. The heirs of the Mahesa family are in their grasp, if both report it could be that the brothers benefit greatly, given the position of the family.

"Who do you know whose Mahesa's family is?" danieal asked nervously.

"No, I've never heard of it. Who is Mahesa's family?" reply Ayana honest, indifferent.

Danieal rubbed his huffed face and got up from the long sofa approaching the younger brother. He stood right behind her looking at the clingy Ayana.

He also told me who the Mahesa family was.

"You heard, Ayana."

"The "Mahesa family since ancient times was a family that maintained tradition. Downhill, from since the ancestors used to be until now still maintain the tradition, which is sculpting a statue."

"Over time, the statues they make are also diverse. Ranging from stone, clay, to crystal stones that have fantastic prices."

"You can imagine a statue in the range of hundreds of millions, what if the statue is made of real crystal? The price is definitely higher."

"However, strangely only pure blood descendants can sculpt the statues and not just any family member has this ability."

"Mas believes the heir is a lucky woman who can get extraordinary talent," Danieal's cerocos tells at length who Mahesa's family is.

"Western the food chain well, the Mahesh family occupies the second level after the family of your husband, em. Ashraf's family, but because now the elders have been proven guilty of his wealth degenerated far."

"So, it was clear that it was the Mahesa family who occupied the first level now. Do you understand how power works?"

"Yes, don't go far, your own grandmother-in-law, for example. He is caught up in the glittering pleasures of a misleading world. Sometimes treasures can drop you in a deep hole or lift you into space. So beware that God has mandated riches" Danieal said, walking to and fro telling all his knowledge.

Ayana who kept silent listened in disbelief. He was again surprised and did not expect to be able to relate to extraordinary people like them.

He who was holding Raima, looking straight down realized one thing.

"Mas Danieal... Does Mas believe in the existence of a magic power?" just ask.

"What?" Danieal approached his sister again looking at her.

"Either why everyone I come into contact with has such a thrilling story. ... Do I have the power to attract them?" he said an enthusiastic who involuntarily jumped a foot.

Hearing this Danieal flicked his wide forehead until a sound was not strong enough in the room.

Ayana rubbed the former sentilan slowly which began to blush while chattering is not clear.

"What did Mas do? Sick knows," he lamented.

"Where did that thought come from. You. like a seven-year-old child who just imagines," said his brother while ruffled waist.

Ayana chuckled softly and fixed the location of Raima who was already fast asleep.

"It's true, did you forget? I have not relied on my imagination to paint. Ish's... Mas Danieal is out of date," said Ayana.

"Oh yes you are right too."

After that the two laughed together, pleased with their shallow thoughts. The relationship between the brothers is increasingly tightly intertwined like siblings.

Ayana and Danieal are happy to get a brother figure who can fill the void. With just a light joke, they can laugh to eliminate all fatigue in life.

Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa, is a descendant of the Mahesa family to the hundred and two who has pure talent as a sculptor.

Her works have been sold everywhere, even breaking the record as a young woman who produced the most statues five years ago.

However, it was a pity that such a resounding life was not worth the facts. Said people being a Jasmine pure descendant of the Mahesa family was a fortune, but it was not like that.

Jasmine since childhood has always been locked in a special room in the Mahesa family mansion. Both of his legs were chained and were given no access to exit anywhere.

Eat always delivered, shower in the room that has a toilet there. Other activities he did in a room that has been designed specifically for the heirs.

The glorious treasures of the world never made Jasmine live a prosperous life. He is required to make statues after statues every day to produce coffers of money for the satisfaction of the ruler there.

He continued to be forced to work roque which was contrary to his wishes. Jasmine aspires to be a free artist without being bound by any rules.

Even when he was in school, he was always escorted by a few bodyguards. He was not free to move or breathe.

Years passed, at the age of twenty-nine years old the name Ghazella Arsyad was snorted to the public.

He saw it on a television screen that was then allowed to see it. The ruler who was there let Jasmine out of the room for a while to stabilize her mentality.

Since then, Ayana's existence inspired a Jasmine who was confined like a bird.

The words Ayana gave on the night of the awards that day changed Jasmine's perception of life.

He saw a light from the darkness of the world. He wants to be like Ayana who can get out of the slumped zone.

As a result, Jasmine manages to escape and is now in the gallery of Ayana, a painter who has been her inspiration for the past two years.

"I will present this crystal sculpture to Ayana," he murmured busily sculpting in the room.

He had those sculpting tools bought a few days ago. He secretly went to a store to get the things he wanted.

He disguised himself as someone else so as not to be known by the people of Mahesa. On that day he managed to buy a crystal stone from the sale of a bracelet that was still attached to the wrist.

Ayana and Seruni did not know Jasmine's actions made the woman succeed in launching the action.

In the midst of busyness, suddenly the door was broken by force. He looked back to find Ayana and a foreign man coming there.

The painter's breath was wheezing as if he had run many kilometers away. Holding the doorknob, Ayana looked at Jasmine from toe to head.

After that he let go of his grip and walked over.

Jasmine got up from sitting in direct contact with the woman she admired.

Both corners of her lips were drawn wide with a warm look, until when Ayana said something made the smile fade away.

"Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa." Call Ayana to say her full name while grasping Jasmine's arm firmly.

"Why did you run away? Everyone is looking for you, come back, please come back."

After the words were spoken, Jasmine's heart beat unruffled. Her hazelnut beads widened perfectly with her pure pink lips opening slowly.

The two women looked at each other not wanting to budge. Ayana with firmness behind her eyes, while Jasmine with her shock was getting stronger.

He does not believe he can hear words that he does not want to get from this inspiring figure.

The growing sense of disappointment made his face cold, sad.