Tear Flower
THE SEASON 4 CHAPTER 5

For the umpteenth time the test comes to a halt. This time it was so painful compared to the days when it was locked up like a golden cage.

The object was clearly visible in front of his own eyes, how the iron wrapped around his legs.

However, at this time there is an invisible bond that is twisting the feeling. As if hit by a rock tons and tons right on the shoulder, Jasmine could not afford to move both legs again.

Like an arrow shot on target, giving an invisible hole so deep.

Perih, pain, and grievous facts that must be received. He thought he was okay, but in fact hope remains only hope.

He sat on a bench in front of the hospital resting his mentally so tired there. While grasping the results of the examination regarding him a moment ago.

Still fresh in memory said obstetrician in the room earlier explained about his condition now.

His memory also rotated to a moment ago.

"Polycystic ovary syndrome is rare in women. Only five to ten percent of women experience it."

"Women who have PSOCs have small cysts formed in their ovaries. This is due to the absence of ovulation or the release of an egg and the egg cannot be fertilized. This is the basis for why the patient with PSOC-" Doctor Halimah paused his speech making Jasmine even more unreasonable.

The clear iris stared inside the patient, full of meaning and a little heartless. However, as a doctor that is the reality that must be given.

Jasmine was made very curious and scared at the same time. Next to his hand stroked slowly his own queen's stomach trying to calm down on what was to come.

Both good and bad, the current situation should remain Jasmine's life.

"Women who suffer from this syndrome will find it difficult to get pregnant."

Jasmine's gray bead widened perfectly, her heart so sorely hearing the results from the doctor directly.

She thought vomiting all the time was a sign of being pregnant. However, it turns out there are other symptoms that are settling inside.

Jasmine was silent, feeling a sting, like there was a dagger slashing her feeling. He could do nothing but shut up and accept his condition.

"Have you been irregular all this time?" ask the doctor again.

Jasmine gasped, recalling the days that had been past a few years back. When he was still confined in the room of the Mahesa family mansion, he experienced problems in menstruation.

Guests who are supposed to come every month, in fact come irregularly.

Weakly, the head in the hijab gave a short nod. Halimah reviews the smile knot, understand and understand the state of the patient.

It is not easy to accept painful facts, especially related to femininity, especially in someone who is married, such as Jasmine. Must be the existence of the baby really coveted.

"It may be a factor in why you may have this syndrome. Also, some are caused by heredity," explained Halimah back.

"Can I be healed, Doc? Can I still get pregnant?" jasmine asked hurriedly, hoping for more.

The doctor also developed a brief smile. "Sure, there is no disease without a cure. Allah lowers the disease definitely with the cure, except for old, and old diseases are also not diseases, but age factors that can not be contested," he said with a little joke.

Jasmine smiled wryly, there was a hint of relief within the chest.

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However, his condition now really took him a hit. He could not give any offspring anytime soon.

Several times the mother-in-law asked about when they had children and Daenial's answer remained the same, not yet believed.

Deep down, Jasmine knew how her husband felt when his mother asked about the child.

Sick, of course. Personal questions are not worth asking by anyone, including your family.

Sensitive questions can cause serious injury to someone. We never know what the recipient is feeling, the questioner can be casual, but the impact is enormous.

He enjoys the wind blowing around. Her beautiful iris looked at people passing by, without making any meaningful movements.

Without noticing the clear crystal slid just like that on her eyelids. Jasmine gasped and rubbed it slowly then watched him deeply.

"How long haven't I been crying like this? Oh my God, what else now?"

"Astaghfirullah, Jasmine... What should you do?" He ducked hiding his face in his own arm.

Moments later the phone in the sling bag vibrated. Jasmine flinched and hurriedly took out the smart thing and saw Ayana's name on the screen.

"What am I supposed to say? Surely Ayana will ask where I am now," she muttered still looking at the phone screen.

Until the call ends on its own. Just as Jasmine let out a rough sigh, her phone shook again.

He widened his gaze, seeing the same name there.

"Alright," he said again and accepted the call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, where is Jasmine?"

The voice across there sounded worried, as well as scared.

"Just what am I thinking? Ayana must have asked me where," she thought later.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, ah, I was out for a while. I have asked permission from my mother...What's wrong? Do you need anything?" ask Jasmine.

Ayana at the end there was silent for a while, the former sculptor frowned and slightly distanced his phone from the ear.

"No, I don't need anything. It's just that I'm worried about where you're going. You don't usually go alone. Usually you always take me," explained Ayana.

Jasmine chuckled softly and returned squeezing the letter in her grasp.

"Oh, I thought you wanted to drop something. Em... I was just looking for the need to sculpt a crystal stone, you know for yourself the tools in the house are ugly, after all you just gave birth, how can I take you for a walk outside?" his lies are punctuated by jokes.

"You also use it too much. Ah, yes you are right too. Oh yeah, where are you now? Hurry home, soon Danieal will wake up, not late," said his sister-in-law again.

Jasmine nodded briefly, although she knew Ayana could not see him.

"Em, I'll be home soon. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Alright, wa'alaikumsalam, be careful on the road."

After that, the call ended. Jasmine looked up, looking at the sky that did not show her beauty.

Dark clouds keep coming out of brightness. He sighed softly thinking about what fate would come for him.

"What should I do now? I can't possibly tell Danieal, Ayana, or mamah that I have travel."

"The chances of getting pregnant are very small and even long. What if I can't give a descendant to Danieal's mas? We are both not young anymore."

"O Allah, what should I do? Servant believes You are All-Knowing, surely giving the best for us. So strengthen your servant, Lord," Jasmine still looked up at the sky this afternoon.

Hustle and bustle around still sounds boisterous, but not in the least disturb the solitude. Jasmine continued squeezing the notification letter into a tangle instantly.

Nothing happens without the permission of the Owner of Life. Everything that happens on earth is inseparable from His destiny.

So also with the condition and condition of each servant. Each of them has a different life.

The stories of each other are not the same, are they similar? Maybe it can, but only yourself knows what this story is about.

Jasmine, trying hard to face the disease she suffered.