Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 17
"Aren't you Ayana Ghazella? Famous painters with deep meanings?"
The question kept buzzing, the air still not getting an answer.
Ayana continued to look at the middle-aged man before her who was developing a smile. He scanned, paying attention in detail to the gaze that was being cast.
Slowly the two corners of his rannum lips also curved, avoiding suspicion.
His radar returns to work to be cautious on foreign men whom Ayana has never seen before.
Getting questions that lead to himself, his intuition said not to be careless in giving a decision.
"Yes that's right" Ayana replied later.
Alexa smiled more and more and fully pay attention to Ayana. He ignored Zidan, who looked at the two in turn.
Somehow the pianist also felt something unusual after the question was echoed. As if a flash of fire were splashing in the glare of their eyes, Zidan found tension there.
"Do you know my wife?" tanya Zidan released a strange atmosphere around the two.
Alexa turned back and nodded briefly.
"Who does not know this painter's Miss? All art lovers know Ayana very well. Not only from the painters, but other artists," Alexa said without a lie.
Ayana was more convinced, as sure as if the middle-aged man had something to do with something related to him.
He could feel it very strongly.
"Are you also one of my painting buyers?" ayana asked along into the conversation then sat down on the single sofa left in the middle of them.
Alexa and Zidan turned in the same direction, while Ayana returned the shady gaze that was full of interest.
He was curious and wanted to find out what the middle-aged man was trying to convey.
"No, I heard from a fellow art connoisseur if the painting you made was very good. He recommended to come to this show in his place."
"She said that tonight Ayana Ghazella's husband performed a piano concert at the grand event and happened to be the wife of the pianist. That's why I'm here to meet the painter Miss in person."
"And sure enough, from the aura of the painter Miss this is indeed amazing," praised Alexa in such a way.
Ayana was not at all impressed to hear all the positive expressions from her. Somehow the words he triggered contained various lies.
It can be concluded Ayana from the spotlight that is still being aired, if Alexa has another purpose to meet him.
"Ah, really? Thank you so much for taking the time to meet me, sir," Ayana said following the flow.
"Because my colleague highly recommends you, I would like to hire Miss Painter personally," Alexa continued.
"Call Ayana, sir. What should I do?" tanya Ayana is still in the game.
Alexa again smiled meaningfully locking the gaze of the young woman beside her. The looks of the two men again showed the firmness of each other.
"I want you to paint me. Because I want to give it to my beloved niece. I hope with the painting he can remember me forever. if someday it will no longer exist in this world," he said, the two beads of sayu were glazed making Zidan who participated in the witness was stunned.
"Oh you're a really good uncle. Why is the discussion so sad?" he said with a little joke.
Alexa and Ayana laughed softly. The two returned to gaze, preoccupied with their own thoughts.
After hearing the old man's wish, Ayana grew more and more convinced of her own premonition. Next to the corner of the lips curved slowly while touching a smart object in the pocket of the game.
"Well then, when can I work?" ask Ayana later.
Hearing these questions made Alexa excited again.
"Then please come to my gallery on sakura street, face to face with a cafe. My gallery is called magnolia, the place is strategic and easy to find," said Ayana pressed the name magnolia.
He also noticed when one word was mentioned. Both Alexa beads widen briefly with eyebrows raised at a glance.
That means Alexa is aware of something and a little dumbfounded at the word. The reaction made Ayana satisfied and continuously reassured herself of her premonition.
"Alright then I'll have someone pick you up there in three days" Alexa continued.
Ayana just nodded her assent and a deal was made.
Along the way her feet stepped out of the building, during which time Ayana kept thinking about what had just happened.
His mind bares the foam straightening the tangled thread and looking for the end to find something important.
Just as she was about to get into the car, Ayana was startled by her own thoughts. Both of his nettle beads widened while the heartbeat was too tight.
"Does this have anything to do with Jasmine? From the beginning I had felt that the old man had something to do with Jasmine. Alexa, is he the uncle who's been tormenting her all this time?"
"Mas Danieal has told me everything about Jasmine's condition, I must find out immediately," Ayana's mind raved in silence.
"Darling are you okay?" asked Zidan sitting next to him while holding his wife's hand firmly.
Ayana turned her head and gave a charming smile.
"I'm fine, Mom," he replied convincingly.
"Don't think too much, if you can't take the job"
"No, I promised Mr. Alexa to paint him at his residence. Mas don't worry," said Ayana again without trepidation.
"Why do I feel that old man-"
"Shut, we never know what happens next. I-"
Now it is Zidan's turn to cut Ayana's words that have repeatedly touched her words.
"Let me fight with you again, honey. I know what you're gonna do. Every time you were about to act, look this in the eye" Zidan rubbed Ayana's eyes that closed tightly, "say everything," the pianist continued.
Ayana was stunned and re-opened her eyes directly with the couple.
"Is it that clear?" tanyanya.
"It's very clear, dear. Don't do anything alone, use me. I promised you I would be your knight to stand in the front guard. I will protect you wherever you are and no matter how hard the storm comes."
The husband's warm words again made him fixated. Ayana never expected Zidan to give such a gentle expression.
"Although this has nothing to do with me, but. I want to protect women have the same fate. I want to see him heal from pain and rise from adversity." Ayana expresses her deepest desire.
"You can do it, honey. Because you're a great woman who has eradicated two crimes, no. Three crimes include what I've done." Zidan reopened the old memory.
Ayana reviewed a knotty smile and clasped her hands firmly.
"Thank you, thanks to you I can hold on," she softly admitted.
Zidan could not hold haru and hugged his wife tightly. He did not care if the driver who had been a witness to their conversation saw the scene.
He just wanted to express the admiration that had been lingering in his feelings. He is very proud and happy to have a wonderful wife like Ayana.
"Until now I won't let you go, sweetheart. Because I love you so much" he thought honestly.