Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 33

Jasmine laughed awkwardly as well as stiffly upon hearing the question from Ayana just now.

He had not expected to get the day where such a question was asked.

The painter looked at him. He knows it is not easy to believe all the questions that lead to a more serious level.

It takes enough mentality and great confidence to go there. Because it does not only rely on love alone, as he has been through all this time.

Unilateral love gives such deep pain.

Both of Ayana's hands stretched out warmly grasping Jasmine's fingers at the woman's silence.

"I know what you're feeling, but believe me out there there is still someone who wants you, Jasmine," Ayana said later.

"Honestly, during my life from the age of five until now, I've never been in contact with anyone. Liking someone alone I don't deserve to feel it."

"Because I used to think.had a feeling of being a waste of time, because I could not be with them. You know how I am."

"I used to be, after college, locked up without being allowed to interact with others. At the peak when I graduated, the old man was increasingly not allowing me to go out. He kept me locked up in there, got rid of all the dreams I had."

"I had a chance to think, so what's the point of me studying to that extent? I don't understand at all," Jasmine explained back.

Ayana nodded her head in understanding of everything that happened to her.

"I get it. I get it, Jasmine. However, it would not hurt for you now to open your heart again. Also, there is no harm in studying. Because science is not hard for us to carry everywhere. With science we can keep learning."

"It is not easy to do something that is not a priority, but you know, getting married is also a half-religious improvement" said Ayana again.

Jasmine was dumbstruck, looking into the caramel eyeball beside her. He was really amazed to hear Ayana's words.

"Thank you, Ayana. You are the helper in my life. I... will try to think about it," Jasmine replied making the smile on Ayana's pretty face expand.

The painter hugged his slender, warm body. He can breathe a sigh of relief at least his brother still has a chance.

"Together, Jasmine. I can't let you get hurt again. We are both women who have been victims" said Ayana, Jasmine only nodded briefly.

Ayana returned the embrace of the woman was no less tight.

He recalled the first time he found Jasmine at the entrance of the gallery.

His appearance that seemed disheveled attracted Ayana's sympathy. As time goes on, all the truth about who Jasmine Magnolia Mahesa really is is revealed.

She is the daughter of the descendant of Mahesa who has sculpting talent. His ability was only used by the uncle for personal gain.

Without thinking about the feelings of the nephew, Alexa Mahesa made him a doll without a heart.

The life of a Jasmine was no longer his. Since seeing his parents slaughtered by Alexa, his life was like a bird locked in a cage.

His freedom was forcibly snatched away by a heartless hand. Both of his legs were chained making him unable to move anywhere.

Only silence and loneliness always held her tight. There is no such thing as affection or love Jasmine feels.

All of that vanished darkened by revenge as well as temporary pleasure.

Ayana understands what it is like to live in the shadow of a terrible past.

"You must get happiness too," said Ayana Lirih Jasmine just back to say softly.

...***...

Late in the evening, after enjoying a meal together, Ayana went into the room.

He looked at the room with no one in it. He turned to the right side where on the wall there is a large photo frame in which there are pictures of Ayana and the husband.

Ayana widens her smile looking at her wedding photo there.

"Didn't Zidan put up this photo? When's? Where did he get it? This photo was taken eight years ago. Does he still keep it?" racau Ayana walked slowly looking at her happy portrait that day.

"But happiness at the time was only temporary. All are only illusions and dreams that time does not edge. I felt love clapping one hand which in the end caused a wound," continued Ayana recalled the days that had passed.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, I should never remember that again." Ayana shook her head briefly to get rid of the confusion in her chest.

"Although time has passed, but the memories remain. Yes, I can't deny it" he continued.

Silent struck for a moment, Ayana dived in a sea of memories.

Solitude keeps memories from the past coming. Dark as one word describes all the stories that have been passed.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, let's pass Ayana then," said Ayana again shaking her head.

He nodded as if he were aware of something.

"Oh yeah, where's Zidan?" she asked when she could find her husband anywhere.

Just as Ayana opens the door, a baby sister who was hired a few months ago to take care of Raima comes to her.

Ayu's face looked worried and anxious looking at Ayana.

"Star? What are you doing here? What was? Why does your face look so panicked?" ask Ayana, curious.

"Raima, Ma'am... Raima," she said nervously.

"Raima why?" Ayana's getting anxious.

"Raima from earlier continued to cry and also did not want to drink her milk," explained the Star afterwards.

"What?" Ayana immediately shot towards her adopted daughter's room which was located right next to her room.

Ayana finds Raima crying in bed.

He sat looking at the arrival of the mother as he spread out his hands flailing Ayana.

Hurriedly Ayana ran over and directly carried her.

"Mama." Call Raima hug her neck tightly.

"Sorry, Honey. Mom and Dad have been a little busy lately. You must miss Mama, right?"

Raima just kept chattering nonstop.

"Sorry Mom didn't meet you right away. Now that you're sleeping well, there's Mamah here," Ayana said making Raima slowly stop the crying.

Thirty minutes later, Raima fell asleep in her arms.

Ayana put Raima to bed and covered her warmly.

"Beautiful boy, Mama. Good night, dear," said Ayana gently stroking the top of her head many times.

He then gave a deep kiss on his wide forehead.

After Raima fell into a deep sleep, Ayana rushed to the workspace the husband was in.

Arriving on the first floor, Ayana stood right in front of the door of Zidan's private room.

He pulled the doorknob down and opened it slowly.

A second later the handsome figure of his beloved husband was clearly emblazoned. The curvature of the crescent moon was fluttering on her beautiful face.

"Mass? You still working?" ask Ayana surprise.

Zidan looked up and found his life partner.

"Darling? Ah, yes there are still some gig schedules that I have to adjust" Zidan replied.

Ayana agreed and walked over. He sat right in front of Zidan looking at the documents scattered on the table.

Ayana continued to silently clench her lips tightly. She had thought a lot about what to say to her husband.

He thought it was time to discuss one thing that was the problem for both of them.

"Mas, what are you" Ayana senagaja paused her speech and raised her gaze forward.

Zidan returned that gaze as he frowned, astonished.

"What's up, honey? Is there something you want to say?" ask Zidan directly.

"I think it's time we checked into the hospital" he continued.

"Eh why? Are you not feeling well?"

"No, aren't you wondering why we haven't had any more children since that incident? I...just wonder if there's anything between us?"

A second later Zidan was stunned to hear the words of his wife. This was the first time Ayana had talked about the child problem after such a long time.