Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 15

Pinching each staircase of life sometimes presents gravel stone that injures the soles of the feet.

Sometimes it also gives a very severe wound to bleed to achieve a goal.

That's the definition that trials often come close to.

The pain that came crashing could not be identified. His existence was a blink of an eye unsheathedly presenting an extremely severe wound.

Life does not escape from trials and trials.

For it is a form of God's love, because God wants His servants to keep hoping on Him alone.

When the breath is still blowing ordeal and the test will remain.

Go through and live, for it will also have a predetermined end.

Allah will not let His servant drag on in sorrow.

Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa, the main role in the dark life story.

Utilized and hired by the uncle has been passed.

With both eyes of his own head he saw how cruel Alexa slaughtered his parents.

Blood and tears blotted his black history from a young age.

He saw what kind of cruel Alexa pulled a sword right into the chest of the father and mother.

At that moment he hid behind a wall showing the terrible incident.

The sound of the sword twisting and yelling for the sake of a terrible shout sounded heartbreaking.

Jasmine tried to hold back the tears of seeing father and mother cruelly finished off.

On the sidelines of his consciousness, Naura Mahesa, Jasmine's biological mother said that he should not give up on the situation.

He had to fight with all his might as hard as any life that befell.

Thanks to the mother's advice, Jasmine can survive until now.

Although sometimes the incident comes bring endless tears.

The pain of losing an intentional parent and ending up bleeding becomes the most painful memory.

He knew what it was like when Danieal told him about Ayana's condition after slashing his own arm.

Fear and fear continue to hit, like a nightmare that has never been thought of.

After the war, Alexa circles her brother's house and finds Jasmine hiding in the room.

He cried as he closed his ears trying to forget and not hear what was happening outside.

"From now on you will live with uncle." That's what Alexa said on the last day mom and dad exhaled.

Since being cared for by his uncle, he was educated as early as possible to use a tool to create sculptures.

Alexa who is aware of Jasmine's ability also uses it for personal gain.

He did not care at all how hard the nephew was in taking his orders.

Until Jasmine's hands bleed Alexa does not let him rest.

He only gave potluck medicine without periodic checks.

Jasmine was so hurt and tormented by the circumstances she had been living in.

"The injuries on your hands are long, but they worsen over time. Don't underestimate little blisters like this. Because someday it could have a big impact."

"Thank God still takes care of you, for these wounds do not touch the core. If only that happened then both your hands could be amputated," Danieal explained while treating the abrasions in Jasmine's palm.

Hearing that Jasmine fell silent for a moment and then said, "I hope that I don't have these two hands. If it was necessary to amputate just do it, I wouldn't-"

"What are you talking about? You should be thankful that God is still healing. Do not be discouraged, for God knows what will happen in the future." Danieal looked naggingly at Jasmine making the woman suffocate.

He widened both eyes wide not believing there was someone scolding him like that.

Suddenly his feelings warmed up by themselves.

Both corners of those pale lips were slightly raised.

This was the first time he had been so deeply noticed by someone.

As long as he lived he never met the opposite sex. Whatever relationship he did not feel once.

He only continued to be confined and buried in a dark room while struggling with media statues.

Jasmine was extremely dislikeful of things done by force.

"Why? Why are you so good to me?" jasmine asked curiously.

Danieal returned the gauze to the medicine box and cleaned up all his medical items.

He then turned to face Jasmine while looking up.

"Ep... Because I don't want to see anyone else slump and give up, on mental health. Because my brother died of depression."

After that Danieal also told a series of stories that he had passed from his sister.

Eliza's death was the first horrific event Danieal had ever experienced.

As long as her charming lips told of Eliza's past, Jasmine was constantly in disbelief.

This was the second time he had gotten another sad story, other than Ayana.

He also realized that everyone has a black record in the history of his life.

"I'm sorry, too," said Jasmine lowering her head deeply.

"Thank you, it's been a long time. That's why I don't want events like Eliza to repeat. Because it hurts so much for us the family that is still alive. I raised Ayana as a sister, not wanting to see the same happenings both times."

"When she saw Ayana slashing her wrist, the shadow of Eliza again present a strong greeting made me helpless. Because I don't want to lose anyone anymore" Daniel said.

Jasmine reviewed a warm smile and raised her head forward looking at the wall.

"They're very lucky to have someone who cries when they're gone" he said wryly.

The words full of wounds whack up to the deepest recesses of Danieal's heart.

He realized that Jasmine wanted the same thing.

For as long as he lives, no one cares. The only family Jasmine had was only giving her wounds and wounds.

"You don't think small, Jasmine. Ayana and I wish you all the best."

"Because I also don't want to see you continue to slump," Danieal said sincerely.

Jasmine snorted softly as she shook her head briefly.

"I do not need anyone's mercy" he said coldly, full of lies.

"No Jasmine. I sincerely said it. I. want to see you rise up and get happiness. Rise with me" Danieal said warmly.

Jasmine pensively with both eyes widened perfectly. Heart beat goes too fast along with the words of the doctor who handled it continues to spin.

"I will be fully responsible for your recovery" Danieal said.

Jasmine silent a thousand languages still looked at one point the same.

"Can I expect to say what he said?" jasmine's mind fell into a daydream.

...***...

Dusk comes back to so many times giving its beauty.

The connoisseurs of the orange and orange tinge that melted over the horizon looked on in silence.

His pleasure gives a deep impression of being more nostalgic.

Hope for the sake of false hope continues to buzz and air.

Ayana who is painting in the backyard of the house also enjoys the silence of twilight.

He poured the scenery in front into a medium-sized canvas.

Accompanied by a warm smile he was so happy doing his activities.

"I'll give it to Jasmine. I want with this painting to be able to give spirit, even though it only plays a small role," he muttered passion.

In the midst of solitude suddenly the sound of the piano clinks.

Ayana turned to the right side looking through the sunken glass of the husband facing the piano.

A gentle smile fluttered on his handsome face as he looked at his wife.

The two gave each other warm gazes enjoying the time.

In the middle of the soft and melodious music, Ayana finished her painting.

Zidan was happy to see the burning spirit felt by his wife.