Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 32
Dusk comes, a painting of God's creation that is so sparkling presents exotic scenery.
The warmth of the rays of the sun accompanies every owner of life. Everyone has their own amazing story.
Tests that often come, as well as lunging trials provide valuable learning.
Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa, has gone through the sour, bitter, life she has endured for years.
No one knew what kind of dark story hugged him tightly.
The loss of parents at a young age and both eyes to witness what their lives were taken also gives a deep impression.
It takes time to heal from a gaping wound at the bottom of the heart. Painful pain has its own place in the deepest recesses.
Too many tears have been spilled in the past, his life does not belong to a Jasmine.
He has no freedom to choose which path to take.
His right as a man was forcibly taken by the irresponsible hand.
He was locked up and forced to do what he did not like.
For twenty-seven years, Jasmine must live in the shadow of the slaughter of her family.
Often the longing comes, shedding tears that no one knows. Although at that time the body of his family coincided beside the room, but all that seemed far in reach.
The sudden fact of life gives endless wounds.
The two legs were chained, like wild beasts endangering others.
He was envious whenever he heard laughter from the people in the mansion. Although she was the daughter of the owner of the magnificent building, but she never felt the pleasure that was there.
He was tortured both verbally and physically by circumstances.
Now he could only smile wryly and leave it at that.
"Right now, I'm completely free and... What should I do? Does it all stop here?" his murmurs looked outside.
The open window shows the surroundings. The orange spray melted into one with light blue and pastel colors showing the beauty of the universe.
"God is so perfect for creating things. MashayAllah, O Rabb, thank you for showing me this perfect painting servant," muttered Jasmine looking fixedly at the twilight right in front of her.
About twenty minutes later, he turned to look at the room he was in at the moment.
His attention was drawn to the dresser on which lay a sketchbook.
His two slender legs stepped closer. Arriving there Jasmine's right hand stretched out gently stroked the book cover.
He then opened it to show the design for the design that had been poured by him there.
Her lips curved to form a crescent moon. His eyes twinkled watching his own work created.
"Are you that happy?"
The question of the familiar soft voice was startling.
Jasmine suffocated briefly and raised her head looking towards the entrance.
There he saw the painter smiling with a friendly smile.
"Wanna? You're home yet?" jasmine asked who knew if the woman and her husband went to their parents' house.
Ayana nodded and opened the door wide.
"Can I come in? Am I bothering you?" ask Ayana later.
"Of course you can, you're not bothering me at all Ayana" Jasmine replied.
Ayana chuckled softly then walked into Jasmine's room. He sat beside the bed watching the woman walk closer.
Jasmine sat herself down on the single sofa beside Ayana.
"So, what's up? Is there anything that makes you happy? Your face shows it all, Ayana," said Jasmine folding both legs gracefully.
"Jasmine, can I ask you something?" ask Ayana back without answering Jasmine's question just now.
"Of course, what do you want to ask me?" Jasmine curious.
"What... is there something you want to do now? I accidentally got you looking through that sketchbook. Have you been painting anything all this time?" ask Ayana again.
Jasmine got up from her seat and walked towards the dressing table. Ayana's wide forehead shriveled deeply as she continued to pay attention to the woman's every step.
Jasmine carried her sketchbook and opened it page by page again.
As he walked towards Ayana again, his face beamed.
"I'm really doing something. Ever since you invited me to live here, I've been designing jewelry shapes. Also, crystal stone. Because I realized sculpting a statue wasn't my choice."
"It was all a compulsion, because I didn't like the job. I want to get my own passion."
"Since I was a child, I loved to draw jewelry, ranging from rings, bracelets, and so on. I used to draw it with my mom and dad."
"Actually, I want to be a jewelry designer, Ayana. That's why I drew this." Jasmine shows her work to Ayana.
The painter also brought the sketchbook earlier and looked at the form of jewelry that Jasmine made.
He also witnessed the spirit of Jasmine telling a little of her past with her late father and mother.
He was amazed to see the amazing work of a Jasmine.
"God, this is beautiful Jasmine. I'm sure you can be a famous jewelry designer."
"Now you can realize your ideals," said Ayana holding Jasmine's hands together.
The owner looked at the slender fingers full of meaning.
His head shook a few times.
"I'm not confident, Ayana," she smiled bitterly.
"Jasmine, nothing is impossible. Everything needs a process and determination and a strong intention. I'm sure you can make it happen. You want to start with me, right?" Ayana gave warm and hopeful eyes.
Jasmine scrolled her gray iris, that beautiful face transfixed watching the confidence of an Ayana.
"You knew? In the past, I was also not confident to show my paintings to the world, but the path that God loves is perfect."
"There is nothing instantaneous, it takes a process that is not easy either, but when we are confident and put everything to God, there is nothing that God cannot give. When we are willing to strive, to struggle, without despair and accompanied by prayer, be assured... Allah cannot allow the struggle of His servant to be taken for granted" said Ayana warmly.
Jasmine was repeatedly stunned. He was happy to hear all the advice given by the painter.
It is not wrong to admire such an amazing woman as Ayana.
"You're right, Ayana. Now that I realize, well bismillah.I should try it first," said Jasmine made Ayana nod and smile happily.
Silent for a while, Ayana let Jasmine enjoy her own time first.
Until a while later, Ayana again broke the silence between them.
"May I ask you again, Jasmine?" said later.
"Of course, don't hesitate to say anything to me," replied Jasmine busily opening her sketchbook back.
"If there is a really good, responsible man, God willing, and a future priest and good husband, would like to propose to you, what do you think, Jasmine?"
The question just now made Jasmine fixated. The handle on his sketchbook weakened and slipped off just like that.
The two manics slowly widened with the mouth of the ranum slowly opening. He then laughed awkwardly and scratched the base of his head briefly.
"You must be kidding, Ayana. How can anyone who-"
"There is, Jasmine. Don't lower yourself. You deserve to be loved and loved. You also deserve to be happy," said Ayana again.
Jasmine was completely transfixed, not knowing what to do and saying how to hear it all.