Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 71

"When I was in therapy at Village X hospital, I met a woman named Hana."

"She was a very beautiful woman, had long, pure wavy hair, her eyes were bluish in color, as well as her skin was very white like porcelain."

In the middle of the story Ayana continues to look at the two alternately. Like a kindergarten boy who was listening to his teacher reading a fairy tale, Bening and Jasmine listened carefully.

They understood it as an appreciation of Ayana's words.

"However, it is unfortunate that doctors diagnosed him with schizophrenia, which is included in psychotic mental illness. Where it is difficult to distinguish between real life or dreams."

"Earlier in one case, Hana often told nonsensical stories. Sometimes when other people don't believe her words, Hana can just go on a rampage."

"There was a time when I was painting on the lake near the hospital to forget about the problem, Hana came carrying the same painting tool as mine."

"From there we became good friends, until a few days later Hana was picked up by the family and left the hospital."

"Since Hana left I never heard her name again. However, when I got the award that night along with. I revealed myself as Ghazella Arsyad there was someone who contacted me."

"He claimed to be Tsubasa. You know the meaning of that name?"

Ayana's eyeballs rolled on Bening and Jasmine returned. The two shook their heads simultaneously completely unaware of the meaning of the name he mentioned earlier.

"Yaps, that means wings."

Not long after Ayana receives a call from a person named Tsubasa, she is again surprised by someone who sends abstract paintings.

Without the sender's name, like a mysterious person playing with her Ayana just accepts it without thinking too far.

From that day on, Ayana continued to get paintings after paintings of surrealism.

Feeling the strangeness constantly coming to him, he finally began to find out about the meaning of the painting.

Surrealism is a stream of styles in painting that are closely related to fantasy or imagination. The picture is strange and unreasonable, as if in a dream or delusion.

Ayana connected the discovery with someone she had met. There is only one name that comes to mind, Hana.

He knew the woman had a disease that intersected with the painting he received.

Ayana also began to observe every painting sent to her. He scanned each end of the canvas and immediately found another clue.

There he found images of small white wings in every painting he was given.

Ayana immediately came to the conclusion that the person who called her at that time and sent her some paintings was the same person, Hana Tsubasa.

"So, you mean... This Hana Tsubasa is-"

"Yes it is likely that he is the closest person to Mr. Bagas," said Ayana cutting off Bening's words.

He then went from sitting walking to the corner of the room where there was a large closet where the paintings were worn out.

He took out one of them and returned to Jasmine and Bening.

He put the painting on the table to surprise the two women.

"Th-this?"

Clear pointed to the painting in which there was a woman in a thick-haired white dress with wide wings on her back riding on the clouds.

The woman grasped a money-shaped balloon with a very large amount. The light blue background around it makes the figure as if hovering above the sky.

"Gee, really amazing imagination," said Jasmine admiring the painting before her.

"Right, wasn't it great? Look at this." Ayana pointed right at the corner of the canvas.

"Image of white wings" Bening explained.

Ayana nodded briefly and sat back in her chair. He looked at the two interlocutors after telling the story he had experienced.

All this time Ayana did not intend to hide it, only she did not want to dissolve in the past.

He also thought maybe Hana just wanted to greet him in a unique way. He was happy to know that his friend who he met at the hospital was okay.

"Isn't the picture exactly what the invitation was?" ask Ayana again.

"Hm." Bening folded his hands in front of his chest still by looking at the painting before him.

"So, the conclusion is, Hana Tsubasa... Hannah... Hannah... Hana-" Bening continued to fumble as if remembering the meaning of the name.

"Ah, I know," continued Bening while patting both hands tightly getting his own memories.

Ayana and Jasmine turned to him giving a questionable look.

"What do you know?" ask the painter.

"Hana means flower. So, Hana Tsubasa is a flower wing. Isn't this invitation filled with white flowers?" Clear raised the invitation that had been lying on the table.

Ayana and Jasmine widened their eyes while nodding in agreement.

"So, it is certain that Mr. Bagas has something to do with Hana Tsubasa, but... what is their true purpose? And how do they know each other? Why am I invited to this wonderful party?" ayana asked still glaring and looking for conclusions on the problems that are now being befallen.

Bening also came to think, putting the index finger and thumb on the chin with an upward view. Both are thinking hard to find the connecting axis of the two names.

Jasmine who looked at the two like that was also idly opening the phone. He typed the name Bagas Prakasa in the internet search engine and immediately many websites were talking about the number one person complete with his photo.

Her gray bead widened instantly with her rosy lips perfectly rounded.

"W-Wanna... Madam Clear." Call Jasmine.

Bening and Ayana also gasped, immediately aware of the daydream. The two turned to look at Jasmine who was panicking while looking inside the phone.

"What's? What's up, Jasmine?" ask Ayana worried.

With trembling hands Jasmine placed her smart thing onto the table. The triangular screen shows a portrait of Bagas Prakasa.

"He is indeed Mr Bagas Prakasa, what is it?" Now it was his turn to ask.

"O-this is the man who is the leader of our country?" jasmine asked, looking at the two.

Ayana and Bening nodded simultaneously.

Jasmine instantly shook her head shut her gaping mouth with tears just suddenly flowing.

He didn't know what to tell the truth about the man on the phone.

"Hey, Jasmine? Why are you crying all of a sudden?" ayana asked to embrace him warmly who was closest to the sister-in-law.

"No. no. No."

That was all Jasmine said made Ayana and Bening look at each other, not understanding.

"Jasmine... Do you know anything?"

The question from Bening just stopped the clear liquid from sliding on his cheek. Jasmine remained silent, and widened her gaze to look at the informant.

Seeing his expression like that Bening understood.

"Ah, so you know something turns out. What was? What do you know?" insist Bening curious.

Ayana who had noticed him knitted her eyebrows and then looked at them in turn.

"Is that true, Jasmine? What is it that Ben said is true? You know something?" Ayana nodded with a question.

Unexpectedly, the head in the hijab nodded slowly. Ayana faded her embrace and pulled back her hand just like that.

Jasmine lowered her head in busily wiping away the tears. He did not expect the man he saw on the phone was a figure he knew.

"Tu-Tuan Bagas Prakasa-" His head again shook his head and continued to give a huge curiosity to Ayana and Bening.

"That man is not Master Bagas Prakasa!" clearly Jasmine raised her face with a stern look of eyes without the slightest lie.

Ayana and Bening widened their eyes, surprised instead of playing. They really did not expect to hear any confessions from Jasmine.