Tear Flower
THE SEASON 4 CHAPTER 13

The cafe looks crowded this afternoon, many young people, both from students to office officials enjoy eating together there.

A frenzy ensued, becoming a backsound of hubbub at the feeding site.

The staff served all the visitors well. Every now and then the waiter turned to the corner of the room, where two hijab-wearing women were talking.

Like that time in their ears attached earphones to communicate with each other in secret. The calm state that is being experienced by the master does not dampen the enthusiasm of employees to continue to carry out their main tasks.

Time and again the painter's caramel bead welcomed their gaze. His head nodded giving the code if all was well.

After that he focused on his interlocutor who was staring at the window while propping up his chin. The gray iris of the sister-in-law though did not move from the streets that many people passed.

"I heard from Danieal mas you are not ready to have children. Is that true?"

The question that Jasmine had been avoiding was triggered. He realized gradually Ayana heard a small quarrel between herself and her husband and would ask about it.

"That's right," he replied honestly.

"Why?"

One word contains millions of question marks thrown from the mouth of the ranum Ayana. He continued to pay attention to Jasmine who this time returned his gaze.

Spotlight tired eyes look so clear, Ayana to gasp, made to disbelieve. This was the first time Jasmine gave such an expression.

"Because of me" Jasmine paused her sentence for a while, until, "I'm not ready to be a mother," she lied.

Ayanas wide forehead shriveled, astonished. "really?" ask again.

Jasmine nodded several times, trying to convince the sister-in-law.

"Why? Aren't you with Ghazali and Ghaitsa very happy?" tanya Ayana was still curious.

"Happy with a baby doesn't mean you're ready to be a mom, right?" ask Jasmine, seriously.

Back, Ayana was stunned by Jasmine's change in attitude. He never expected that his brother-in-law would be difficult to guess.

Both hands on the lap squeezed firmly, Jasmine tried to restrain herself from telling the truth.

He is very disappointed and feels so bad in his current situation. He was like a weed that was of no use in their family.

It is a burden that cannot do anything.

"I'm just a bully to their happiness. If I had known earlier that there was a cyst, I probably wouldn't have accepted Danieal's application. How can this be when we're okay?"

"O God, what are you planning?" racau in mind.

Ayana who had noticed Jasmine looked further. He wanted to find out what he was hiding this time.

If he could he wanted to split his head that was and see what Jasmine was thinking. As a fellow woman, Ayana understood a little with the questions that kept coming.

The existence of children cannot be determined by themselves, it is God's prerogative. Whatever happens to life is nothing more than the intervention of God. Therefore, each other cannot judge just like that.

Not wanting to make Ayana more suspicious, Jasmine turned to the snacks before her. He tried to enjoy it and ignored the gaze of the interlocutor.

He knew from then on Ayana was still staring at him without a single look away. Jasmine also understood that her sister-in-law was trying to read her movements.

During her time with Ayana, Jasmine understood what her sister-in-law's attitude was. The painter was attentive, affectionate, and wished others had never felt the same pain as he did.

However, what is the power of every human being must get their own tests and trials. Similarly to Jasmine, even though they were both once injured and almost snatched away her chastity by heartless people, but still there was a difference between the two.

"Are you trying to cover something up?"

Another question from Ayana surprised Jasmine again. He choked on his own sweet food and coughed several times.

Hurriedly Jasmine snatched the cold drink beside the sweet cake and directly gulped it down just like that.

Ayana sighed and folded her hands in front of her chest. He looked to the side and again gave a serious look.

"Say I am a stranger who has never known you at all, and believes in all your words, but? We didn't know each other yesterday afternoon, Jasmine."

"Nearly two years. Does that mean nothing to you? Our togetherness?" racau Ayana, her tone slightly raised making some other visitors turn their head.

However, the talented painter did not care and continued to look at his sister-in-law.

Jasmine was flabbergasted, but could do nothing. He put down the drink and now it's his turn to take a deep breath.

"Well, you won Ayana. So, what do you want now? Judging me? Burning me? Or call me a shameless man? Beans forget the skin?" cerocos Jasmine's.

Question after question that rained at once made Ayana gasp. He really did not expect such words to come out of Jasmine's curly mouth.

"What's that?" Ayana again and again snorted violently and then shook her head a few times.

"I didn't mean it that way, Jasmine. I just want to hear what you're hiding. That's it, because-"

"You know Ayana? Sometimes, there is something that cannot be shared with everyone. Pain, sadness, disappointment, not everything should be known to others."

"Because others can only hear without being able to accept the circumstances that someone is experiencing. So, Ayana. stop provoking me to keep telling you stories. Because-" Jasmine rose from her seat and stared intently at her sister-in-law. "I won't say anything."

Finished saying those unexpected words just now, Jasmine lifted her foot from before Ayana.

The painter was speechless and saw the departure of the brother-in-law just like that. There was a slight pain inside the chest hearing everything he said.

"What... just happened?" muttered Ayana, disbelief as well as shock deeply.

Outside the cafe Jasmine was crying. He smothered his own mouth trying to hold the sob without caring for the gazes of those who saw him strange.

He never expected himself to be able to say that to Ayana.

"I'm sorry, Ayana. I'm really sorry," she said.

...***...

The sky had already turned dark, Ayana and Jasmine had just arrived at the Arsyad mansion. The two went inside with their mouths locked tightly.

Along the way they had no one to say a word, only to let the void take over. It felt awkward and there was a bit of pain felt to each one.

The footsteps of the two women were both staggering. One by one the stairs reached the second floor.

Upon arrival there Jasmine gave a quick glance at Ayana while saying, "I go in first." Then opening the room door ignored her sister-in-law just like that.

Ayana again sighed softly and was about to head to her own room. However, just as his feet stepped, he remembered something with the words of Seruni.

The employee said Jasmine dropped a crystal stone at the entrance. Ayana did not have time to give it, because she was busy with curiosity.

She turned to Jasmine's room and her sister was. The door opened slowly, silence welcomed his arrival.

There was no one there, maybe Jasmine was taking a bath, Ayana thought stepping inside.

She placed the crystal stone on the dresser and pulled back her hand. However, accidentally sliced the soot was staring at the sling bag of the brother.

Somehow the curiosity encouraged him to take and open the bag.

He was defeated with impulse and opened it just like that. Ayana's wide forehead shriveled deeply as she looked at the clump of paper that was very eye-catching.

He took it and slowly unfolded the scroll, until the moon bead expanded for a moment.

"Fuckin!"

The call from the front surprised, Ayana looked up and looked at each other with her sister-in-law again.