Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 9
The smell of disinfectant is so pungent, the cold air welcomes the consciousness back.
Slowly his two big eyes opened welcoming the unfamiliar scene.
The box-shaped room with white shades caught a self-staggering view.
The sting from the left wrist diverts attention even more so if it is now in a foreign place.
Jasmine slowly pulled her body from lying gazing around which was only in the predominance of white color.
To his left was a medium-sized window with no curtains showing the outside view.
The dazzling twilight of the rose quartz crystal bath so spoils the eyes. Jasmine is fixated on a beautiful silhouette above the horizon stretching presents a panorama of the nature of God's creation.
He was glued, fascinated, would be sucked into it without making any meaningful movements.
Until in the middle of silence, the sound of the door shifted someone. Jasmine gasped quickly to the right side.
There he found a pair of brown irises staring at him closely with the scaled crescent moon on the pretty face.
Jasmine remained silent until the other person sat down on the bed.
"This moment is so beautiful, like a love quartz crystal stone related to love."
"Just like what I was thinking," Jasmine thought silently.
"I've read in an article, love quartz crystal stones can also help restore confidence and harmony in all types of relationships, while increasing the bounce (a well-established emotional bond.)
"This type of crystal stone can also help provide comfort and calmness when someone experiences sadness."
"Then from that, Jasmine. I'm sorry for making you end up here. Because I want to form a boasting with you. Between friends, friends, or family."
"Do you want to rise with me?" ayan asked after speaking at length.
Jasmine was speechless, her lips tightly locked, her tongue stiffened, and all the words stuck in her throat.
Sadness that often comes to form unpleasant memories is present again.
Sepi, silent, and only accompanied by sculpting equipment into Jasmine's daily life. Everyone who says if his life is good, all guaranteed, never knows how there is a gaping wound in the recesses of the heart.
Beauty is only limited to pseudo, colorful life only he got from crystal stones that are often imported by the uncle.
Without knowing what the real color of life looks like. He was confined in a dark room with no windows showing the outside world.
Can only hear, without being able to see the charm that God presents. He was chained like a beast and was not allowed to go anywhere.
Jasmine's silence made Ayana's mind wander back to a few hours ago.
After Jasmine falls unconscious, she and Danieal immediately take her to the family hospital. There the doctor asked for a special room to treat the woman.
Jasmine was then placed in the room and received periodic checks by Danieal.
"W-what's this? What's this scar?" danieal asked in surprise when he revealed that Jasmine's long dress caught both of her unusual wrists.
There is a purplish trail that looks like something stuck.
Hearing this, Ayana walked over and saw her with her naked eye.
"Bu-isn't that like a chain link? W-what the hell was Jasmine in the chain all this time?" he said he surprised himself.
Danieal who was examining him was surprised and turned back to his sister.
"Fortunately the chain used is not an obsolete chain, it is likely that the chain is replaced continuously, because there are no deep wounds that are severe enough" explained Danieal.
Ayana was unable to hold herself back and shut her gaping mouth using two hands.
His head in hijab shook his head several times imagining the dark life that Jasmine had lived.
"What kind of vile person has treated Jasmine so cruelly?" ayana growled, without tears coming, imagining what Jasmine had experienced.
"Even his hands there are calluses here and there and blisters make some of his skin peeled off, a beautiful woman like this. must carry out a very heavy task," oceh Danieal again while treating the wounds on both his hands and feet.
Ayana watched him in silence, not expecting to meet a woman whose life journey was heavier.
As if looking up at the sky there is another layer on it, that's how Ayana lamented the life story of Jasmine who is still not fully understood.
There are so many people out there who judge the sculpture of the Mahesa family. They are willing to spend a lot of money to get it.
Starting from officials to nobles, from home and abroad, they flocked to order statues, both self-perpetuating and as furniture, all purchased from the family.
As a result every day, Jasmine had to sculpt various forms of sculpture from small to large, as well as from various materials, she had to do.
If until he does not fulfill the order, then the punishment will wait, which is not fed all day.
Inevitably Jasmine had to do so, even though her physique was already impossible. He works rode without mercy.
The result was enjoyed by the uncle, he said Jasmine did it as a form of return. Because all this time he had raised her from the age of five years.
The story had only become a story that Jasmine herself harbored. He did not dare to talk about it to others, afraid to hear the threat that often posed by the uncle.
Looking at her physical injuries, Ayana can conclude that Jasmine had been forced to do something she did not like.
"Then, why did you inject drugs on him? Do you know anything?" danieal asked after treating Jasmine.
"I wanted... Jasmine recovered from her inner wounds as well." Ayana looked straight at Jasmine who was still lying unconscious.
Barbie doll, her figure is like not a living human. Her white skin that was so pale, as if unreal, coupled with a white dress wrapped around her body, was truly the definition of a living doll.
Ayana thought that Jasmine was a mannequin, a white horn, and a pale woman.
"Anxiety disorder, am I not right?" ayanna turned back to her sister.
Hearing his first two words made Danieal stare. Before Ayana gave the dope she already understood the condition experienced by Jasmine.
Danieal took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He fully faced his sister looking meaningfully at him.
"Yes that's right, most likely Jasmine has it. The last time I saw her condition did give her those signs."
"In addition to this, his life environment is very heavy. He's-"
"I hope you can cure it. Although we know we must hope fully in God, but I believe in this way God gave an intermediary to Mas to be able to heal Jasmine."
"There is nothing wrong with destiny, every path, every plot, God has given so perfectly."
"God brought us together with Jasmine, maybe it's time for the truth to unfold. I... just want to see the figure of this woman actually," said Ayana with strong desire.
Danieal was fixated on watching his sister with his beliefs.
"You're really Ayana's good boy,"
"No... Allah is the Most Good" he replied, making them give a gentle smile.