Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 92
The days just passed by with a long journey full of steep winding obstacles. No one knows what tomorrow will be, all will be the divine secrets of the Rabbi.
Traces of the past will always follow wherever the owner goes. Forgetting is the only way to let go.
Hana Tsubaki did not expect to be able to fly freely and regain her broken wings.
He found new hope, greater than ever before. Dreams that once had dimmed slowly light in gave another desire again.
He did not expect that the secret that his father had been hiding for years was revealed. His desire to throw a party in the white palace became the best decision.
Since he did a talk up revealing who he was, the situation gradually subsided. Many people believe that Hana was not involved in anything with the father's crimes.
Now it has been a month since Hana was able to accept the new situation, without any shadow of anyone else.
He often meets Ayana and spends time together in the gallery. The painter was happy to be with his hobbyist friend again.
Hana has also come out of the white palace and lives in one of the modest apartments.
This week Ayana and Hana created a new work to make up for the promise that was delayed. The two-bodied woman got permission from her family to be there again.
With strict escort and exceptional care Ayana returns to the gallery. Although the circumstances did not make him comfortable and free, but it was a condition that he had to do in order to get out.
"You're definitely not comfortable with them, are you? I'm sorry, I can't resist" Ayana said in the middle of their painting.
Hana swept a glance around where there were four men dressed in all black watching the two.
The curly lips curled perfectly and returned to Ayana.
"It's okay, it's proof your family cares so much. I'm happy to have people who love and love you so much" Hana replied later.
Ayana also commented a gentle smile and swept her brush again onto the canvas.
"Thank God, thank you, Hana. All this I got wasn't easy. I'm sure you can get it too" Ayana replied again.
"Aamiin, hopefully. Already out of the room I was very happy, moreover.can paint with you again like this, Ayana," said Hana glance at her interlocutor.
Ayana stopped the movement, rolling her iris to the side. He saw graffiti after graffiti of oil paint on Hana's canvas.
The painting he made was no stranger. The shades and color gradations that the woman used were still the same as they used to be, nothing changed.
He realized during this time Hana was a talented painter in the school of surrealism. His unique drawings can sometimes make Ayana imagine something beyond reason.
All of that can only be done by Hana alone, while he dabbled in the flow of realism.
Anything that draws a view can be painted and only added some imagination to bring the picture to life.
"Well, can I ask you something?"
Ayana opened her voice again, Hana who was pouring her delusion just muttered "hm" in response.
"Where did you learn to paint? And...why did you choose surrealism?"
Hearing a question that had never been imagined before, instantly stopped Hana's movements.
Suddenly the brush in his hand just slipped away making Ayana gasp.
"Sorry, I was wrong to ask that question. I-"
"No." As fast as lightning Hana cut out Ayana's speech.
He turned his body until facing each other with the other person. Highlight eyes firmly caught Ayana's gaze, the beautiful painter did not know what Hana was thinking.
Ayana must understand, if Hana really surprised at the question she gave earlier.
"Is it hard for you to answer? If it's like that, I don't mind if you don't give me an answer" Ayana said again, not pushy.
Hana shook her head briefly and reviewed the knotty smile. Her eyeballs rolled to the left of Ayana staring at the window behind the painter.
"When I was six, I spent time with my mom."
"Early? Is Hana and her mother's relationship not that good? Rightly so.. I didn't hear anything about her mother," Ayana thought in the middle of listening to Hana's story.
"One day we sat together in the back of the house. The scenery there looks very beautiful, where the buildings of the house are clearly lined up neatly."
"At that time my mother taught me how to paint, she also had time to say, Hana, if you have a dream, but it is difficult to realize, then paint the delusion in the form of a picture. Pour everything you want. Although it can't reach it, but you can still see it."
"I agreed with my mother's words and began to draw what was in my head. Imagination for the wild imagination I pour into painting."
"Years change, our family's situation is getting worse. In the end the dream I wanted to achieve was completely destroyed unsaved," explained Hana told a piece of her dark story so far.
He never told anyone about a dream he wanted to make happen. There have been many works that he made secretly so that the father does not know.
However, no matter how much he hid, Good still knew. The inhuman man destroys all his paintings and exiles Hana to a remote village.
It was there that Hana met Ayana who both had a hobby of painting. They get along well with each other and spend hours painting.
Memories of those times are still fresh in memory, Hana will never be able to forget until anytime.
"Meeting you reawakened my imagination, Ayana. Since then I often draw like this," he explained again.
Ayana was dumbfounded, she thought Hana was studying formally. However, in fact they both learn self-taught.
Two women who have the same hobby also have a different flow of painting, but the difference that makes them united.
"So, you accidentally discovered surrealism... Because of your mother's words?" ask Ayana back.
Hana nodded briefly answering her question just now.
"Yes, maybe you could say that," he replied.
Both corners of the painter's mouth were curved, forming a perfect curve. He was relieved to hear the reason Hana loved to paint.
"Thank you, you've been telling me. Honestly, I love this painting of yours, as if I could feel what was in your dream" I'm Ayana.
Hana gasped, not believing there was someone who liked her work. As far as he painted this new time there was one person who praised his work.
Even the father often gave hurtful words about his talent.
Newness also calls for flowing clear fluids, happiness.
"Don't cry, I know what our struggle in defending a work is like. I really like your painting, Hana." Ayana patted the shoulder of the interlocutor slowly making Hana jerk.
She hit him fast and cried. Ayana returned the hug was no less tight while giving a soft elusan on her fragile back.
The four men who were there also tried to control the emotions raging in the chest. They also know who Hana Tsubaki is.
When he heard himself about his dream, the four men in charge of guarding Ayana were also moved.
They both saw the two women hugging each other and strengthening each other.
Ayana is grateful, her fellow soldiers in the hospital until now can be separated from the trap of pain.