Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 75
"I was there when you took Mr. Bagas' life. Did you forget I was always in that room and tied up like a beast?"
Jasmine's words were still ringing in hearing. Ayana is silent a thousand languages with clear liquid flowing endlessly.
Highlight the eyes full of wounds of the brother-in-law also slashed the feeling. He could not imagine how Jasmine in passing through such horrifying nights, which not only once, could definitely be many times.
His tongue was like a lump of flesh was blocking the throat. All the words that were about to be conveyed evaporated in the form of clear crystals.
Hearing all Jasmine's explanations made Bagus speechless like a chunk of ice. His mouth was tightly locked with trembling eyes looking at all corners of the room.
Until one object stops its movement. The woman sitting in a wheelchair with a man behind her is the only concern.
Their views clashed with each other attracted all the attention of Bagus Prakasa. He was silent as the statue did not move in the slightest.
Ayana and Jasmine who were aware of the change followed the direction of Good's view. They both gasped to let the silence take over.
None of the five people there said a word. They just look at each other and talk through the eyes.
In a different place, Bening was still followed by a few men. He continued to run and run around the flower garden without a destination.
Time and again he looked back and shouted furiously as the men in suits were still galloping towards him.
"No! Nay! Please don't hurt me!" yells Clear scene.
Sangking in the hunt for fear, Bening to not pay attention to the circumstances around and slipped to make it fall down.
Both legs immediately limp and immediately look back where the four men who hunted him were walking slowly like the hunter was able to get his hunt.
"No! No!" Bening shook his head several times trying to avoid the men by closing his eyes tightly and looking down deeply.
"Dead me! I can't do anything, and can't fight either. Is here the last time I-"
The chatter in his mind stopped instantly. Bening was startled as he heard punch after punch continued to buzz.
Slowly, he opened his eyes to see that someone was fighting with the four men.
Bening retreated backwards trying to get up from sitting still observing someone who came to his aid.
"Who is he really? Why is he fighting them?"
"Wait on! He seems to be no stranger. A mole at the base of that neck-"
Both of the clear moon beads widened perfectly when the fight was won by the man earlier.
A second later the man wearing an old ash toxedo with a stripe motif and pinned a small chain on the left chest turned his head back.
Bening was speechless as their gazes collided with each other.
"Zi-Zidan?" his tanyanya was shocked half dead.
Zidan walked over after finishing off the four men who had hunted Bening just now.
The pianist stopped right in front of him. He sighed violently while looking to the side at a glance.
"Where is Ayana? Where's my wife?" zidan asked, the look in his eyes was serious there was not the slightest doubt.
His great hunting breath held all emotions in mind.
"A-Ayana, she-"
"I SAID WHERE IS AYANA?"
For the second time Zidan let out a rough sigh and yawned a huffed face.
"I'm sorry. I realized for a few days that Ayana was back in the gallery and her attitude seemed to show something. Does this have anything to do with Mr Bagas?" ask Zidan to try to calm the anger.
"Did Ayana say nothing to you?" ask back to Bening.
Zidan only shook his head briefly. Now it was the informant's turn to take a long breath.
Zidan was silent for a moment not to make a quick comment on his words. Until the nod of the head was given short.
"Now it's better to go straight to where your wife is. I know where they are" Bening said again.
"They?" ask Zidan, confused.
"Yes Ayana and Jasmine were on the second floor of the palace," Bening explained, then set foot rushing to meet them.
Without a second thought, Zidan followed where the woman had gone.
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"In-him? Is that Hana?"
Ayana's question echoed in the room. All eyes were instantly fixed on him who was slowly standing up from sitting down.
Jasmine moved quickly to help her sister-in-law and embraced the painter's waist channeling power.
"Hana? Is this your daughter, Mr Good?" jasmine asked staring at the old man again.
Nice walking towards the long haired woman sitting in a wheelchair. He rested there clasping his hands tightly without heeding the words of the two women.
Witnessing the Good treatment being inversely proportional to reality, Ayana and Jasmine were stunned.
The smile on his old face was soft and warm.
"Darling, I brought Ayana. Is there anything you want to tell him?"
This question was a big surprise for Jasmine and Ayana. They looked at each other with perfectly widened beads.
The two did not expect that the woman who was currently sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket covering her legs was the biological daughter of Bagus.
"How come? How could this happen? From the beginning I thought they were related to each other. I didn't expect that...The relationship between the two is father and son?" ayanas whispers that can still be heard by them.
Hana who had been silent watching scene after scene in front of her also rolled her eyeballs at Ayana.
His pale face looked deeply and meaningfully at the painter.
"Wanna? Nah! Why did you bring this woman before me? Take him away! Get him out of here."
"Because this damn woman has ruined my dreams. I can't forgive him. I can't!" Hana wrathfully pointed at Ayana with angry glaring eyes.
Ayana who got such a thing also frowned, confused. He did not know what Hana was saying.
Not only there, Ayana was again surprised by Hana's sudden rampage.
He again raved that Ayana did not fully understand. However, Jasmine's words on the side resuscitated what Hana was experiencing.
"It looks like this woman thinks you're her. In his world, you snatch what is yours. He probably dreamed of becoming a famous painter like you."
"You could say that you are currently her life," explained Jasmine rounding Ayana's soot bead widened.
He was silent for a while still looking at Hana who continued to rampage without stopping.
His moon's iris trembled, moved over what he saw.
Her memory revolves if Hana ever had schizophrenia. After all these years, Ayana thought the woman was cured, but it was worse.
"Hana Tsubasa. Did the wing break with the fall of the flower petals?"
Ayana's words invited Hana and Bagus' attention. They both looked towards him who was giving a hard-to-guess look.
When their eyes met, Ayana could feel a smile that suddenly bloomed on her pretty face.
All the mysteries that yesterday made him very curious answered already. If the party is only for Hana Tsubasa. He knows there are still secrets that have not been fully revealed.