Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 38

Among the many stories there is only one memory that cannot be forgotten. How peaceful a feeling that comes after a storm passes.

What kind of new hope that began to grow after the passing of the thunderstorm, and the raging feeling anchored to the deepest desire made the feeling erratic,

Love is so passionate it cannot be held back. Say as the impulse forces itself to do so, making it unable to refuse again.

That is what is currently a fight in a Danieal Arsyad. He continued to stand in front of a large window right in his study.

Both hands are in the pocket of cloth pants while looking forward to observe the environment. However, inside his head was so boisterous and turbulent about a feeling.

He thought a lot about the desires and dreams he wanted to achieve right now, but Danieal didn't know if she wanted the same thing? Fear began to control itself.

"Do I have to say it? It's also not good to keep the feeling, I'm afraid it's pushing into the unwanted, well. I know what to do." Danieal snatched the car keys lying on the desk.

Not long after he immediately ran a four-wheeled vehicle leaving the garage of the mansion. Celia who happened to be at home, frowned to find her first son leaving without telling.

"Where did he go? It's not usual for Danieal to just leave without telling his mother. Isn't he on holiday today? Will he declare love? I have to call Ayana," she said, looking for the whereabouts of the smart thing.

In a different place, Ayana who was receiving a call from her mother also widened both corners of the lips.

He was happy to get some uncertain news from his mother. He knew a mother's premonition to her children could not be wrong.

He could also understand Celia's desire for her first son.

"I'm sure, like that. Mamah need not worry I will wait for him. ah, long life seems like Danieal has arrived. Then I end the phone first yah mah," said Ayana when vaguely heard the car engine stopped in the yard.

After getting approval from Celia, the call was cut off. Along with that the brother entered and they looked at each other.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Danieal said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered Ayana walking closer.

"Are you calling someone?" ask the doctor again at a glance to see Ayana keep the phone away from her ear and it makes the painter strangled.

His premonition was never wrong, the painter thought.

"Yes. Oh well, what's the matter when you come here? Tumben once came without telling. Whether Mas wants to meet me or-" Ayana flicked her eyeballs up turning the conversation the other way.

However, without Ayana guessing, Danieal nodded in agreement. He was wide-eyed, surprised that there was not the slightest bit of hesitation visible from the look in his eyes.

"He-"

Ayana suddenly immediately stopped her quick speech when she realized her brother's expression.

Danieal was glued with both eyes wide open, and his charming mouth slightly opened. He kept looking ahead as if something had caught his eye.

Ayana turned around and found the main character today in the middle of the stairs. They showed the exact same face, equally surprised to know each other's whereabouts.

"Oh, Jasmine? Is your job done? Today Mas Danieal came for-"

"Jasmine." Jasmine." Call Danieal to stop Ayana from saying again while walking a few steps forward.

The white-hijab woman rewinded both legs up the stairs behind while shaking her head briefly. Until a second later his movements became more intense, making Jasmine escape immediately.

"What's going on?" danieal was surprised.

"Maybe Jasmine was just surprised to see Mas coming here. Have you not seen each other since that day? I'm sure there's something Jasmine thinks, what's possible" Ayana turned her head to the right side where Danieal was standing.

The words that slid quickly from the cleft lip of his little sister made Danieal slack. His heart was taut and with a slow movement the softly rounded head looked at Ayana.

"Just relax, I'll talk to Jasmine." Ayana patted her shoulders slowly then rushed to meet Jasmine on the second floor.

After Ayana's departure, Danieal rubbed his huffed face. He really did not know if his abaya attitude that day had made Jasmine misunderstand.

Amidst the whistling flick of a loud punch delivered by his sister-in-law was shocking. Danieal turned to the right side to find the pianist.

"Not to worry, you know? Ayana can definitely convince Jasmine. Want to drink some cold drinks by the pool?" bring him.

Danieal simply nodded and followed where Zidan's footsteps were going.

...***...

Ayana watched as the narrow back stood in front of the large painting. Slowly he walked into the studio and slowly approached Jasmine.

The white woman in line with her hijab continues to look at the image of twilight that calms the mind.

"From the beginning, I've always loved twilight. His existence which was at the end of the day and at the beginning of the darkness was very attention-grabbing."

"The presence that sometimes brings people home leaves loneliness. However, even though the darkness after him came, his existence could not be replaced by anything."

"God was so perfect in creating such an amazing painting" Jasmine said, leaving Ayana stunned and then continued to stand next to the woman.

"Yes you're right, I've always liked twilight. Orange color, orange radiating from the king of the afternoon who returned to the contest gives happiness to the connoisseur."

"You know, when I painted this, who was my inspiration?" ayan looked in the same direction.

Jasmine shook her head briefly, although the two were still firmly maintaining each other's position.

"You, Jasmine."

"Gee!" Instantly, Jasmine turned to the side to see Ayana spreading a charming smile.

"That's right.you inspired me to draw it. I named this painting the sunset girl.You see there-" Ayana pointed under the hill just as the king was about to hide.

"There was a hijab woman who was looking at the sunset in silence. On both of his ankles was a chain wrapped around him. However, the woman did not feel any pain, but rather there was a smile that no one could see."

"Because behind his reluctance to do something out of place, he can still provide happiness for others, only in the afternoon he can enjoy his own time. Though only for a moment, for darkness re-established, but the woman was happy to have it."

"Do you see behind that tree? There was a man who was peeking at his solitude. The man was always watching her every day and wished he could talk to her."

"However, the woman did not know if there was someone who wanted to release her from the chain. With love" Ayana returned Jasmine's gaze that had been continuously glued to her.

"With sincere love you can truly be free Jasmine. Not only dusk, even you can get a star-studded night with moonlight. Darkness isn't that bad if we look at it from the other side."

"Because it's time to open your heart to feel what love is. Not pity or pity, but sincere love, you understand?"

Jasmine rounded her moon bead and looked back to the front. He saw two other objects on the other side of the hill.

Two people embrace each other and look at the same sky. They were watching the twilight with a feeling of love.

"Can I get it?"

The question was buzzing in Ayana's painting studio.