Tear Flower
Chapter 61's
Zidan just finished the show. He then walked down the stage, his round head turned around looking for Ayana's whereabouts.
For some reason he was eager to meet, even if just looking at it from a distance, it was enough for him.
Both legs of his level continued to walk and walk looking for the figure of the wife. However, he did not find Ayana anywhere.
Until his steps must be stopped by some middle-aged women from socialite circles. They asked for a photo together to make Zidan serve him well.
In the middle of the photo session, he caught the figure of Danieal who looked confused. The man with the toxedo silver rubbed his pushy face like worrying about something.
Zidan politely withdrew from the middle-aged women making them happy. In addition to his beautiful face, the pianist has very good manners, he thought.
He ran up to Danieal, who was next to a large window.
"Danieal," he called.
The owner of the name turned to find the husband of the sister he continued to approach.
"Zidan?" call back.
"Where is Ayana? Where is he? Let me see it even though it has to be in-"
"I don't know where he is either. Did you see him?" cut Danieal fast.
Zidan's two eyebrows tightly intertwined, "what? You-you don't know where Ayana is? Didn't you just follow Ayana away?"
"Yes it was like that, but I lost track of it and now .. now I'm really losing him" Danieal said worriedly.
"Astaghfirullah's. It's been over twenty minutes, what exactly happened? Where'd Ayana go?" Zidan was worried.
"I had a bad feeling when I came here. You know ... there's a lot of Ayana's paintings here."
"I heard that Chairman Han was very happy to collect expensive paintings. Even he dared to spend a huge amount of money on a single painting" Zidan explained later.
"But why are only Ayana's paintings on display?" danieal was confused.
"What do you mean?"
"So, I accidentally passed through a room in which a lot of Ayana's paintings. I know, because at the end of the picture, Ayana always affixed the G. G. section, Ghazella," said Danieal again.
Zidan's clear brown eyeball rolled down, staring at the marble as a diversionary object. His mind was pestering the buana connecting the rope to what was really happening.
"What don't-don't? We need to find Ayana as soon as possible. We split up and searched all over this building" proposed Zidan, who is owned by Danieal.
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Zidan continued to trace the magnificent building to every corner of the room. Endless door after door kept opening looking for Ayana's whereabouts.
Every room he visited, he found a painting of the wife there. He was aware of Ayana's work when capturing the G-initial at the end of the image.
Daneal's words made it even worse. His premonition said that the owner of the mansion was crazy about his wife.
"Damn it, what does the old man really want?" sumpat Zidan unconsciously, after that he immediately beristighfar and repeated.
In one of the secret rooms, a rectangular room with a large size was filled with a hijab-wearing woman lying on the bed.
The eyelids that were originally closed are now open slowly showing the clear net again.Ayana was wide-eyed to find both her hands and feet tied to the bed and mouth in plaster.
He tried to break the bond, but his efforts were in vain. Instantly he was terrified really he did not expect to be in a stressful situation like this.
Ayana does not know where she is now, her hunch says if there is not only her.
Until the four of them walked forward to show themselves, then opened the formation to allow someone behind them to show off. Not long after, Ayana saw the middle-aged man smiling widely.
"Good night, beautiful. We can finally meet." Hoarse voice nan alien caught hearing.
Ayana did not know who it was and could only shake her head as the stranger walked over.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his frail hand outstretched against Ayana's right cheek.
"Don't cry, honey. I won't hurt you" he said again.
"Do you not know who I am?" tanyanya back.
Ayana looked straight at him with a flushed bead. The middle-aged man smiled again as sweat flooded his beautiful face.
"You're really very pretty. I am President Han, the owner of this mansion and the host. Thank you for coming to my home party."
"I'm really happy to meet you in person, Ayana," she said later.
The old face approached making Ayana shake her head again. He was one hundred percent sure that this figure beside him was a dangerous person.
"O Allah, save the servant. The servant does not want to be harassed by him, O Allah protect the servant," raved Ayana in the mind.
Seeing the fear and hatred in his bead, Chairman Han laughed loudly and withdrew again. He also stroked Ayana's smooth cheeks with a look full of desire.
"You know .. I've admired you all along. A year ago, I found a bamboo painting that was very interesting. From there I began to find out who the painter was behind the amazing work."
"It didn't take long for me to find out. Saya-"Chairman Han looked back fixedly at Ayana. "I know that you are the bamboo painter of life."
"Your beautiful face, and your hands that move brushes on canvas are so beautiful. I'm falling for you, baby," she said.
"Astaghfirullahaladzim, I never knew if there was a man like this. O Allah protect the servant, forgive the servant," his mind continued to pray.
In the midst of his confusion, suddenly Ayana again felt something in the body continue to jerk. The incident a moment ago came again to make himself react.
Seeing Ayana's situation like that, President Han grinned widely.
"Why? Don't you feel good?" mutilate. "Do you want me to help you relieve it?"
Ayana shook her head. The situation also invited the spirit of the president, he turned to the side asking for items from his subordinates.
The man Ayana met on the balcony made her surprised instead of playing. He remembered that the man had given him a drink.
"What did he put in the tea? It turns out ... turns out he's an accomplice to President Han?" mind again.
"I'll prepare it first."
Ayana turned to President Han again who was shaking the lubricant in her hands. He shouted with a muffled voice.
"Quiet, Honey. I will make you feel pleasure tonight and .. I will make you my whole possession" Chairman Han said as he poured the liquid into the palm of his hand.
Ayana was getting more and more unruly as the middle-aged man climbed onto the bed and approached her. Tears can no longer be dammed sliding freely.
Ayana tried to remove the rope wrapped around her hands and feet to cause a purplish red rash.
He does not care about his pain and continues to try to pull him in order to avoid unwanted circumstances.
"O Allah protect the servant" his mind became.