Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 68

The story will continue as life goes. The dream will run if there is still hope to reach it.

Never stop in place or everything will be in vain. No struggle betrays results. Sometimes failure is just made up of the word surrender.

As long as there is hope, with prayer and effort to God there can be no recompense from the Owner of Life.

Anyone who struggles in the way of God will get amazing answers. God gives trials, trials, shocks in life, tears are signs of God's love and wants to increase the degree of a servant.

Continue to persevere and be patient by holding fast to the strongest rope so that one day God will give the best reward from a journey.

Although it takes a lot of time to get through, be patient all will pass.

Ayana Ghazella, the woman who has never been lucky in anything has now received an answer to her anxiety.

He became a famous painter with his work being everywhere. She also had a significant change in her husband.

He was grateful that Zidan Ashraf, a pianist of the Ashraf family, with his vast wealth, changed and regretted all his actions.

The man loved Ayana wholeheartedly and started to organize everything from the beginning. However, the exam did not just stop.

Chairman Han who had been after him from the beginning gave more power to Ayana to fight him.

Until another astounding fact arrived when their household was finally fine. His parents died from the greed of the elder who for years the perpetrator lived in luxury.

Ayana is furious and tries her hardest to uphold justice.

If it was not God who guided him, he might have given up again. However, as long as he had the problem God presented great people who helped him survive.

"Finally, it's done, too" said Ayana, wiping the sweat on her temple.

The content that has entered the twenty-sixth week gives a burden on the mother continues to grow. Ayana has to work extra hard in doing everything.

The initial intention of wanting to vacuum first from the world of painting in fact cannot be accepted by Ayana just like that. After consulting with his personal doctor, he re-created a new work.

It started from a week ago, where Ayana felt saturated having to continue being at home without doing anything. While her husband is busy working and sometimes comes home the night bored him.

Finally he talked with Zidan to return to painting in the gallery. He could not let Seruni continuously handle his art shop just like that.

There must be new work, he thought.

Zidan, who initially disapproved of the wife's request, gave her permission after speaking to obstetrician Ayana.

In the end the painter can be in his own world and eliminate boredom by painting.

"Mbak-Mbak-Mbak."

From the outside a loud voice Seruni rang out until the woman opened the door violently. Ayana who was facing the canvas turned to find him running closer.

"What's wrong? Why are you so excited?" ayana asked curiously as she rubbed the splashes of paint on both hands onto the handkerchief.

"This-this-this look..look at this invitation!" seruni's decree stuck out a glittering gold-colored invitation to her.

Ayana accepts and opens the invitation coming from the number one influential person in her country.

"God, did Master Bagas invite me to the white palace?" tanyanya did not believe in looking at Seruni.

"That's right, Ma'am. This invitation was among himself by his aide. The adjutant said that Ma'am should come to his tea party."

"Hm, does this sound like a fairy tale? White tea parties and palaces.. Isn't it very astonishing?" Seruni was so enthusiastic to hear the invitation party.

"Didn't Mama know? All this time we've sent some of Mbak's paintings to his white palace. He is the number one art connoisseur in the country."

"Ah, the number one person and the number one connoisseur of art.Wah I can not imagine how rich that person is," said the woman in white hijab again.

"What's? Why all this time"

"What's this about? Why do you look so excited?" Jasmine came to stop Ayana's words.

Both of them turned their heads in the same direction and Seruni told again if Ayana got an invitation from Mr. Bagas. The most influential man in his country and has served as chairman for three consecutive years was intent on having a tea party and inviting many people.

"What's? Did ya? No matter how busy the person is, they have free time. However, did you have a tea party just to relax?" jasmine asked thinking of something.

"Can? There must be something here" Ayana said again.

Seruni looked at the two alternately who were both thinking about the invitation earlier.

"Here you go, Ms. Ayana and Ms. Jasmine don't think too much about it. The adjutant also said that people who get invitations can invite anyone. Would you like to take me there?"

The two beads of Seruni sparkled happily while linking fingers in front of the chest and leaning towards Ayana. He hoped the painter could take him to a tea party that would be held one more week.

"really? Can I really bring anyone?" ask Ayana back.

Seruni simply nodded without saying a word.

"Well, if I want to attend it, it will be informed. Now get back to work there." Slowly Ayana patted the top of Seruni's head using the invitation.

The woman nodded her spirits and walked out letting them work in the room.

Ayana again sat down on the wooden chair and was followed by Jasmine. His grey bead kept looking at the painter.

"I don't know who Mr. Bagas is. I only know that he is the leader of this country. I also never knew if all this time my paintings were bought by him," his raving looked to his new work.

Jasmine followed his direction. He folded his hands in front of his chest thinking about the invitation that had suddenly come.

"Wouldn't you better find out? The thing is, haven't you received an invitation like this for a long time? I mean just to make sure, if this is all purely an invitation," explained Jasmine made Ayana look at him.

"Em, you're right. Then I should call Mr. Bening."

Ayana also got up from the chair and began to contact Bening who was still busy with his job as an information seeker and had worked with several company owners.

He helped people find out their rottenness, until the economy in the capital slowly stabilized. However, as long as Bening worked with those businessmen he did not want his existence exposed by anyone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, is Ayana what's going on?" answer the Bening across there.

"Wa'alaikumsalam mbak, we have a new job. Would you like to come to my gallery?" asked Ayana who immediately got the answer yes from her brother.

After the call ended, Ayana again walked up to Jasmine who was doing her job making carvings on the crystal stone.

Ayana brought the invitation again and looked at him in silence. He kept looking and scanning her trying to figure out something.

Until his bead stalled on one object that was very eye-catching. Ayana continued to watch him desperately trying to find out what he had gotten.

"Ah~ is like that. I understand now why Mr. Bagas gave me an invitation. Isn't it strange that an important person holds a tea party in a white palace? I have to discuss it first with Mr. Bening, "the monologue is silent.

Jasmine who had been watching him frowned. He knew Ayana must have gotten something, he thought.