Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 73

There is nothing more proud than to be able to give the best performance in front of an important person in his country.

Zidan Ashraf is happy and happy to be able to complete his duties in the white palace. He was enjoying a party that was still going on.

He also met Bagas Prakasa who immediately welcomed him warmly. They talk, talk about many things.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Bagas, thank you for inviting me" Zidan said, enthusiastically.

Bagas laughed briefly then patted his arm briefly.

"I should be the one to thank you. Because the famous pianist of our country can take the time to perform in this palace," he replied kindly.

"Ah~ no Sir. Instead, I have long wanted to perform here and in front of you. I heard you loved classical music since childhood?"

The question that Zidan had asked just now instantly changed Bagas' expression. His facial water turned cold fading the smile that had been perched on his old face.

This of course gives a big question mark on Zidan. He was afraid he had spoken wrongly.

"Sir... Are you okay?" ask Zidan again surprisingly.

"A. Yes, of course, I'm okay. I'm just surprised where did you hear all that?" ask her back while giving back the oddity.

Zidan breathed a sigh of relief hearing it. "Owh, I heard it by chance," he replied and chuckled, adding to the familiarity.

They also continued to talk warmly about Zidan's career. Secretly the old man looked at the second floor still there was no movement whatsoever.

He was curious, so curious that he couldn't help it.

"Did nothing happen? I have to get there, "he thought in silence.

On the second floor, Ayana had already arrived there about ten minutes ago. He continued to walk in the long hallway that almost surrounded the area.

The milk chocolate balls around the two towering walls on the right and left sides saw a lot of neatly arranged paintings.

His two slender legs continued to step into a piercing sense of desolation as he continued to reach midway.

He was nervous, really nervous when there was no sound there. Until someone's call surprises him.

"Hey! Where are you ayana?" Bening shouted behind the earphones instantly made him dumbfounded.

Ayana stopped and leaned against the wall, trying to calm herself down. He looked around before answering a clear question.

"I'm on the second floor, ma'am. There is not a single person here, either. A lot of paintings are on display. O Allah-"

"What's Ayana? What's going on?" ask Bening again.

"Many of my paintings are also here" he explained.

"You wait there, Jasmine will be here soon. I'm looking at your place right now, you're still using that pin right?"

Bening's question just reminded her, Ayana looked down and saw a star-shaped pin embedded in her hijab.

"Yes I still wear it. Ma'am see, right? This hallway is so long?" His slender hand outstretched giving the code for Bening to know.

"Yes I saw it clearly, the painting you said earlier was also very clear. Be careful, Jasmine will arrive soon," Bening replied seeing Ayana's whereabouts through a tablet directly connected to the pin the painter wore.

The pin is embedded in a small camera to get accurate information secretly.

"All right, I get it. I-"

Not yet Ayana finished her words, suddenly the wall she was sitting on turned around to bring her in.

A second later the wall returned to its original state and only showed the painting embedded there swaying to and fro.

Jasmine who happened to get there saw that and rushed over to check.

"Wanna?" his murmurs groped the area around.

"Calm down, don't be rash, calm down. It's okay, everything's gonna be fine. Bismillah, there's Allah Ayana. Don't be afraid, don't think. You-"

"Oh look who this is?"

The voice of someone surprised Ayana who was monologuing in silence while closing her eyes tightly. He was very surprised when the wall turned as fast as lightning as if sucking it into another world.

Slowly the eyelids that originally closed open display back a pair of clear brown irises.

The dimly lit Ayana could catch the silhouette of someone before her. Instantly, his heart beat was too unreasonable when it was clear who the person who was there was.

He could feel his entire body numb as if he could not move a single finger. His tongue was immediately dumb to see who the person was standing not far from before him.

"True you said a week ago, if Mr. Bagas Prakasa is the mastermind of it all!" said Bening behind the earphones again.

Ayana just kept silent not giving any response. Bening who was elsewhere also understood and was equally surprised when he saw the old man in front of the painter.

"Tu-Mr Bagas?"

"No! Mr Good Prakasa?" His call widened the view of the number one man.

A second later his laughter blared in the room. Ayana secretly looked at what place she was in at the moment.

He saw there was a large bed with five dolls on it, there were also some paintings on display on the red brick wall, far from the modern impression.

In front of the bed was a hearth, above which was displayed the head of a deer with horns so large.

"It turns out you've already found out who I am? So, there's no reason for us to get to know each other, is there?" said the old man who had the real name of Bagus Prakasa surprised Ayana.

The painter looked back at him who was developing a meaningful smile. Just a quick glance Ayana knew that Good was thinking about something.

"What are you playing? What-"

"Oh, what a clever woman. No wonder you get a lot of awards, as a painter of the latest arrivals, talented female artists, and so on."

"Oh, how should I remind him?"

It was good to walk a few steps forward until their distance was so close.

Bening who saw it on the tablet screen felt careless. Somehow the negative thoughts continued to wander in silence when they saw the old man's smile.

"Ayana," he was worried.

Until the bad feeling really came. His tablet screen suddenly turned crumpled like someone had turned off the camera at the other end.

Clear wide and stood from where he was. He kept an eye on Ayana and Jasmine in the flower garden with some tall, neatly-trimmed grass hiding his existence.

He stood from there about to catch up with them, but in the middle of the street Bening was blocked by several men dressed in black suits.

"Death to me" he whispered.

"I should have agreed with Jasmine and Ayana to bring a gun. Why don't they remind me of this bad situation? Ishi!" his babble lowered his head.

With a slow motion Bening pulled the legs back and immediately ran the ridge from them.

The men certainly did not let Bening just like that. They chased where Bening fled.

In a different place, Ayana was surprised to be very unexpected if Bagus pulled the pin embedded in her hijab. The soot bead widened perfectly when the old man showed off the small object in front of the painter.

"Don't you know if this room is infrared-mounted to detect any sassy person carrying this kind of thing?"

It was good to throw a pin to the floor and directly stomp it into a dim crumble. Ayana was silent, unable to do anything when the old man found out where the camera was.

"Oh my God, how is this?" his mind was at once confused.