Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 72
"That man is not Master Bagas Prakasa!"
The outspoken statement was still a surprise to Ayana and Bening. They stared fixedly at Jasmine trying to find out the truth about her words.
Jasmine lowered her head in wiping away the unbearably flowing tears. The shadow of a few years ago spread like it happened yesterday afternoon.
"W-what do you mean, Bening? Why do you say he is not Mr Bagas Prakasa? Hasn't he been in office for three consecutive terms? That means he is the same person" said Ayana excitedly.
Jasmine shook her head again. Seeing it like that gave the clue to Bening began to figure it out.
He shifted the medium-sized canvas on the table and took out his laptop. The lentic fingers surfed agilely on top of the keyboard.
The sound of typing resounded in the room, while Ayana was still looking at Jasmine who had raised her head back to the gaze of her sister-in-law.
"He's not Mr. Bagas Prakasa" Jasmine explained once again.
Ayana widens her nettle bead, realizing that her sister-in-law knows something. There was a glint of sadness behind the look in his eyes that made him fixated.
Ayana tries to calm down from all the surprises that come. His eyeballs rolled, agitated while figuring out something.
He thought a lot about who Bagas Praksa really was and what it had to do with Hana Tsubasa.
The two people filled his head, he biting his thumb slowly trying to focus on the two people.
About twenty minutes later, the search stopped. He turned his laptop around and looked at something in it to Ayana and Jasmine.
Instantly the painter immediately silenced his open mouth using both hands. He was really shocked at what he saw at this moment.
He slowly turned his head to the left side where Jasmine was also looking at the laptop screen.
"Y-so?" ayana whispers muffled. "Is this true?" tanyanya.
Jasmine nodded without a trace.
"Yes, this is true" she replied. "Everything listed there is true, Ayana," continued Jasmine again.
Ayana smothered her own mouth again, not believing in her discovery this time. For three years Bagas Prakasa served as the leader in Country L, there was only a mask of falsehood given him.
"Then we must act immediately and draw up a plan. Because I believe this has something to do with Ayana," said Bening answered nods of the owner's name and Jasmine.
"Well then, what's our plan?" ask Ayana.
Bening also explained the series of plans that have been in the head since. The other two women listened while giving other ideas as a complement.
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One week went by very quickly, tea parties held in the white building began to be held. Many invited guests wearing the best clothes came one by one.
The women look beautiful in dresses of famous fashion designers. Not to be left behind, the men also wear tuxedos from famous designers.
Like being in a foreign life, like a classic fairy tale where there are princesses and princes, the atmosphere there is so thick with the feel of the past.
White palace garden in magic becomes a place to entertain guests to just chat.
Classical music is also buzzing along with. The invited Zidan Ashraf is currently giving his best performance with several famous classical musicians.
He continued to develop a smile on every guest who came, happy at the end of the hope to be able to play the piano there was realized.
Fifteen minutes later, the horse stopped at the front gate. One by one, the three women descended staring at the towering fence before them.
"Well, we're really like we're in a fairy tale world" Bening said.
"I feel like a princess" continued Jasmine.
"Don't miss it, we have to find out what this great sir wants to say" Ayana reminded.
There are also two aides who serve as the recipient of the invited guests. Anyone who shows them a gold invitation can attend the party, including the people brought by the recipient.
After the examination was done, Ayana, Jasmine, and Bening also stepped towards the destination. The park, which covers an acre, is filled with famous people in the present.
The art connoisseurs instantly recognized Ayana as soon as she entered the arena. He was surrounded by many people while talking about many things to corner Jasmine and Bening to the side.
"Ah~ our painter is pregnant? How many months now, honey?" ask one of Ayana's regulars named Harumi.
Mrs Harumi is the wife of one of the top officials in Country L who often buy paintings by Ayana at high prices.
"Alhamdulillah Madam, it has been six months," Ayana replied as she rubbed her protruding belly slowly.
"Oh, so this is why you vacuumed a few months ago?" ask one of the big ladies again there.
Ayana simply nodded her head chiming in on his question, while Bening and Jasmine watched him from the side.
They also observed the situation there where a lot of people came to visit. Until not long ago the host also showed the trunk of his nose.
People began to turn to him who kindly greeted the invited guests. The sixty-seven-year-old man still looks dashing in his branded formal suit.
"That's it," whispered Bening to Jasmine.
"Ayana-Ayana, did you hear me? Our target has appeared," continued Bening on the earphones embedded in the ear.
Ayana who was still preoccupied with various questions from the great mistresses of socialites was not heard clearly.
He continued to give a charming smile and answer their curiosity. Until unknowingly one small flower landed on the tea that was within his grasp.
Ayana realized and dropped her gaze down to see the flower dancing beautifully on the murky water.
His head then looked up where there he saw the silhouette of someone.
"flower? Who is that guy?" his mind was thinking hard.
Till, "Mbak... Jasmine, I saw someone. I saw someone" he whispered as he placed a tea glass on a round table with a clean white tablecloth.
He stepped away from the women trying to figure out who the man upstairs was.
"Ayana.. listen! Don't go alone, you're pregnant, wait for me and Jasmine. Hey Ayana... Ayana!" Bening kept calling out his name, but there was no answer.
Bening also clucked violently while stomping one foot. Jasmine who had given the clue to Bagas came back and patted him on the shoulder.
"I saw Ayana go inside" he whispered.
"Then we go too," asked Bening answered a nod by Jasmine.
The two of them then followed Ayana into the palace, while the host was still busy welcoming the guests.
Soon after, he received a small flower that also fell into the tea. The flower has five petals with a small yellow pistil.
The color of the petals was pink and slightly blackish at the end making the two eyebrows of the leader furrowed deeply.
"Are you okay?" ask one of the guests there.
"Ah, yes I am fine," Bagas replied and placed the tea glass on the table again discussing the issue of the country with several men of his age.
"So.. is he here?" his mind.
Not long after that he caught the silhouette of someone entering into the palace. The two corners of his lips were drawn slowly trying to calm down with his current situation.
"Ah, you're right the construction of the project in the rural area should be completed immediately so-" He kept talking about the work.