Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 8
Danieal as a witness to the tension between the two women realizes something. If Jasmine did not want Ayana to say such a thing earlier.
However, the rice had already become porridge, Ayana's words just now could not be pulled back. I don't know what his brother is going to plan, he doesn't know.
After getting news about the disappearance of the Mahesh family heir a while ago, Ayana tells if the woman is in her gallery.
Not waiting for a long time, Danieal invited Ayana to go there immediately. Arriving at the gallery they asked Jasmine whereabouts.
Seruni said that since this morning the woman had not come out of the room. Anxiety mixed with fear was felt by Ayana, for some reason since the trip to her gallery earlier, her intuition worked.
The premonition said something was wrong with Jasmine.
Suspicion and fear that he felt was evident, Jasmine was currently giving these signs.
He saw Jasmine's body tremble violently, her breathing was wheezing, sweating coldly and looking tired.
Ayana turned to Danieal, whose code was not responded to by the doctor.
Danieal frowned deeply, not understanding what Ayana was trying to say.
"Jasmine." Jasmine." Call Ayana again.
"Let go! You are the same as them. You want to see me continue to slump and cooped up there! YOU'RE THE SAME AYANA!" Jasmine pulled her hands violently and shouted loudly.
He laughed with wounds while grabbing objects on the table. "I was going to give this to you, but-" Her head shook her head several times with pursed lips resisting disappointment.
"You're asking me to go home? What an irony," he continued.
"I'm really disappointed in you, Ayana," he said again and slammed the star-formed crystal with all his might.
Everything shattered within seconds in the middle of their feet. Ayana looked down at the crystal twinkling across her.
Ayana clenched both hands tightly, and closed her eyes tightly. A second later he opened his eyes again and looked at Jasmine again.
An expanding smile made Jasmine again and again gasp, tilting her head anxiously.
"This white crystal is so beautiful, the sunlight shining on it instantly makes it twinkle like a star in the sky."
"God, that's beautiful. Thank you, Jasmine has shown me this beauty." Ayana raised her head looking fixedly at the pair of hazelnuts in front of her.
"But you didn't show the true meaning, Jasmine came back. Going back to yourself, I didn't force you to go back to that house, but to Jasmine's true self."
"I know you're not the real Jasmine right now. Your figure is buried in fear and anxiety. Will you wake up with me?" Ayana stretched her right hand in front of him.
Jasmine was transfixed, the sculptural tub she had just finished making. It is as if being in another dimension presents hope as high as the clouds.
However, the shadow at the moment in that magnificent building came at him quickly. Jasmine shook her head quickly and before long she went berserk throwing all the items that were there.
His mind said that Ayana was only taking advantage of the situation. The disappointment was greater than the misunderstanding of what the painter was trying to convey.
Until Ayana's painting became a victim due to Jasmine's violence.
Seeing this Danieal was surprised not to play and just saw Ayana standing in her place just like that.
"Ayana, go! You can get into a tantrum, what are you doing?" danieal asked anxiously to see the younger brother suddenly walking closer to Jasmine.
Without her guessing Ayana hugged him so tightly and took out an object that Danieal never thought would be used by his sister.
Ayana took out a needle and thrust it quickly into Jasmine's arm.
The woman in his arms slowly lost consciousness and fell unconscious.
Danieal was wide-eyed, walking closer looking at the two alternately.
"Of course I gave him the dope, I got it in your doctor's bag, Mas," he said honestly.
"W-what? Well, I really can't read what you're thinking. Why are you acting like this?" danieal asked.
Ayana reviewed a brief smile and looked at Jasmine on her lap.
"Because it's like I'm seeing myself. I don't want Jasmine or any woman to be crushed by someone's barbaric deeds. I want to show Jasmine that we can rise up and fight the world."
"That terrible event does not mean defeating us, but as a stepping stone to change the world" said Ayana made Danieal fixated.
Her dark brown beads widened and afterwards developed a smile, haru.
"I'm proud of you. You are indeed my wonderful sister," he said, clasping his head and giving a brief kiss there.
Ayana chuckled and looked up expectantly.
"Can I call an ambulance? We have new patients" he said. Danieal nodded enthusiastically and immediately called an ambulance.
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"Whatdidyou say? Jasmine not known anywhere? What have you been doing all this time, HUH?" shouted the middle-aged man.
"We're sorry Mr. Alexa, but we've tried our best to find Ms. Jasmine's whereabouts" said one of her three men.
Alexa, the man in his fifties, threw ceramic ashtrays on the table at them.
All three were in a hurry to avoid and as a result the ashtray hit the wall produced a loud noise there.
Alexa's hunting breath squeezes the snake's head on her stick firmly holding back the upset.
"I don't want to know, you're looking until you can. If you need to send all your men to all the cities of this world!" he growled furiously.
"Okay sir," said the three compactly and hurriedly left the room before the old man grew increasingly so.
Alexa snapped the end of her wand firmly while looking forward.
"The girl could have escaped. Just be careful when he meets. I'll never give him any access again."
"What would this family business be like if he didn't exist? Could be bankrupt." Alexa also screamed loudly while slamming the table lamp just like that.
"Based on the fucking girl," he growled.
His head was raised again looking fixed at the big figura right in front of him. The two corners of the lips grinned broadly revealing a row of neat teeth.
"Your son is so useless, Mas. The boy does not know himself. I'm sorry, if I treat her like this, to keep our tradition going" she chanted to the two conjugal figures inside the figura.
The royal family's clothes are being worn by the men in the photo like a king and queen.
Their hairstyle was neatly arranged in such a way as nobles. Those two people were Jasmine's father and mother.
The two died from a sudden war that flocked to their mansion.
The descendants of the Mahesa family who had the talent of one hundredth died instantly. They left behind a very beautiful princess named Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa.
Since then Jasmine has been under the supervision of her father's younger sister, Alexa. From the age of five he was raised by him, but in fact only used alone.
No one knew what kind of cruel war the mansion had fought twenty-six years ago.
"Sorry, Ma'am, you must die tragically" Alexa muttered again.