Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 70

"What did you say? I-I was invited to the white palace? Is that really you?"

Zidan was so enthusiastic about accepting gold's invitation on behalf of the number one man in his country who was stuck right at him.

Haikal, the bespectacled man nodded briefly as a sign that what the pianist received was true.

Watching the manager's gesture was surprising. Zidan's moon beads widened perfectly while laughing in disbelief.

He opened the invitation and read every word on it. In addition to being an invited guest, Zidan was also asked to give the best performance as a pianist there.

"I can finally set foot in the white palace. How's it feel? Ow, it must be fun, right?"

"This must be recorded in history, pianist Zidan Ashraf will play the piano for the first time in the place of the number one person in our beloved country!" Zidan spread out both hands with his head looking up.

He is very proud and happy to receive the best news from the best. During his career as a pianist he had never performed a concert there.

All that is because the officials are very busy not having time to relax just listening to classical music.

Whether there is any wind, suddenly Mr. Bagas held a banquet by holding a tea party in the white palace.

Many guests were invited ranging from politicians, celebrities, artists, entrepreneurs, to musicians, and one of them was Zidan Ashraf.

He would play piano with other classical musicians. He could not wait to train with them in a short time.

Seeing how enthusiastic the young master was making Haikal's firm forehead shrivel deeply. He continued to wonder why Mr. Bagas could give an invitation to a tea party he had not done in years.

The curiosity instantly seeped into suspicion.

"Wait for Mister, shouldn't you be too excited like this?"

The question instantly stopped Zidan's euphoria. He turned to look at Haikal full of question marks.

His legs stepped closer and stood right in front of the doctor who was simultaneously concurrent with several other tasks for his young master, Zidan Ashraf.

"Sounds Haikal Abizar... This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, just imagine, to appear before the number one person in our country?"

"How does it feel? Must be very proud, right? Even though I've been getting support from him all this time, he's never met me in person."

"Whether it was his duty or whatever, but I still wanted to meet him. Isn't this a good chance that I can get back a single concert?"

"Ah~ I miss my glory days."

Zidan turned back away from him and approached the piano that had been accompanying him in practice. After the incident happened to the elder Ashraf, the pianist was hit.

Many of the fans just left it. They don't believe Zidan knows anything about his grandmother's greed.

However, all that has passed, Zidan does not want to fall and will continue to do the best for his wife and prospective baby.

Haikal shook his head slowly and sighed harshly. He stepped closer and stood right next to the piano.

His stout body leaned there while folding his hands in front of his chest.

"But isn't it weird? I mean, Mr. Bagas is very busy in politics and taking care of our country and its relations with other countries."

"Is there time for him to throw a tea party like this?" haikal gave up his formal attitude.

Zidan turned the eyeball, caught off guard by the shallow thought of his right hand.

"Isn't nice? Can he relax a little and greet his people? He is also an ordinary man who can sometimes be saturated.. throw a tea party like this can relax himself from the demands of work, do you understand?" zidan looked on.

Haikal gasped then nodded briefly. "Yes, you're right too."

"Can.. alright then prepare my best clothes for the concert later. Ah, don't forget to prepare a schedule for when I can train with other musicians" Zidan said later.

"Wouldn't Ayana have prepared your clothes?" haikal's reply brought Zidan's attention back to him.

"My wife is pregnant! What the hell are you saying? Do it!"

...***...

"So, you mean the picture of the white wings on this invitation belongs to someone?"

Bening who was already in the gallery Ayana caught a small picture attached to the invitation of Mr. Bagas.

Ayana who was sitting in front of him gave a short nod. He then put a spoonful of chocolate cake in his mouth.

"I found that before Mommy came here. I know who owns the white wing" Ayana said.

Bening looked up to stare questioningly at his interlocutor. About ten minutes ago they were talking about suspicion of Mr. Bagas.

Bening did not expect that Ayana could quickly find an important clue there.

"You knew? Who'sis that? Who's she?" bening was impatient.

Ayana develops a meaningful smile making Bening even more wondering. Just as his mouth was ready to explain, the door of the room opened slowly.

Jasmine walked in carrying three glasses of drink on the tray and gave it to them.

"Can I join?" jasmine sat down in an empty chair.

"Of course, more is better," Bening's reply developed a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, thank goodness. I really want to know the world of Ayana. What does it look like when it works?" said Jasmine turned back to Ayana who was flipping through some documents in her grasp.

"God, I don't know if you're that curious Jasmine, but. This is not referred to as work, but duty!" ayana's reply held up the papers.

"Ah, okay. The assignment? Okay, can I help you?" Jasmine grew curious, inviting a question to both Ayana and Bening.

The two women did not know that Jasmine had such high curiosity. All this time they have only worked together in revealing hidden truths in the life of an Ayana.

They had never worked directly as Jasmine had thought. However, Ayana and Bening understood how fighting spirit was felt by her.

The painter and the informant looked at each other and nodded their heads.

"Of course, we will reveal the truth as to what the number one ruler in this country is like," Bening said again, his eyes turning seriously meaningful.

Jasmine simply nodded, understood.

"Alright, we're on the main topic now."

Ayana takes over the attention, Jasmine and Bening turn to her ready to listen to what the painter knows.

Ayana put the documents on the table and took a short sip of warm tea. Then look at the two in turn.

Her father's face turned serious, Bening who knew of Ayana's change in attitude significantly came to a conclusion.

"This woman is not playing games" he thought.

"Don't you remember when we were in Village X and we were in the hospital?"

His attention fell on Bening, the woman linking both eyebrows, gamang. He did not understand what Ayana was trying to say.

"What do you want to say? Do you remember anything from there?" ask back to Bening.

Ayana pulled both corners of the lips with a nagging look, her expression only the first time Jasmine had seen.

He never knew Ayana could give such a face. During this time the painter only gave a friendly expression without any meaning.

"What's going on there?" jasmine asked impatiently continuing to silence her mouth.

Ayana turned a meaningful grin ready to tell her memories of a few years ago. He never knew if today could reveal his discovery that he kept alone.