Tear Flower
Chapter 94's
Two hours ago, Ayana did not move from the front of the laptop screen. The light that was brought out highlighted her white, twisted face.
The injuries from the blow from the violent results of a few hours ago are still apparent. However, he was not at all daunted to find out more about what could be dug up from a Han president as well as Bella.
After the incident happened to him this time which resulted in Zidan back in a coma, Ayana could not let them just like that.
"Drink this tea first." I just came to put a glass of green tea.
The calming aroma instantly made him slightly relaxed. He let go for a moment of busyness and sip the green drink slowly.
"Bak knows you're in a hurry, but don't forget to take care of your health. Zidan will definitely not like to see you sick," said Bening leaning on Ayana's desk.
They are currently in a luxury apartment in the middle of the capital. The building that became the residence of Bening became the headquarters of the meeting of the two.
One of the rooms was conjured into a headquarters for them to dig up information.
Since leaving the hospital, Ayana contacts the mother of the late Erina to prepare everything.
On the table there are also several laptops, other supporting tools to find accurate facts.
"Em, thank you very much, Ma'am. If there is no Ma'am I can't hold on until now," retorted Ayana looked up at her interlocutor.
The curvature of the crescent moon was fluttered on the pretty face of Bening. He sipped his tea briefly then looked straight ahead.
"No, precisely this is all thanks to your own abilities," he replied humbly.
They looked at each other and smiled sweetly. Silent engulfing, the two enjoyed each other's drinks with a raging mind.
"Oh yeah, Mommy gets this from a confidant. He managed to figure out what you needed. After you contacted Mbak two hours ago ... Mbak immediately contacted this great man and well he got what you wanted." Bening reached out to the table in front of him to take some files lying around, then gave them to Ayana.
"Th-this?" Ayana was wide-eyed when she saw sheet by sheet of reports contained there.
Not only that, there are also some supporting photos that further strengthen the fact.
"President Han is cunning. He can manipulate people for his own sake. In the year one thousand nine hundred and ninety-six, he managed to subdue the mafia. You know how mafia atrocities are, right? Well the old man managed to take them."
"As a result the head of the mafia was submissive to him, then after that he used them to defeat his competitors in the business world."
"The dark world, the night world, and the middle of nowhere have been through all this time. No wonder the police in our country are subject to him. He's-"
"How is it possible? Yeah-so we can't make a report?" ask Ayana quickly.
Bening turned to him, those blushing lips curled back. "Of course, as great as anything anyone can fall too, right? If a squirrel jumps, it will fall too. Everyone has weaknesses, right?"
Ayana hesitated. He then saw Bening open the document sheet that was in his hand.
"See this," he said later.
Stiffly the head was lowered. Ayana saw that there was a photo tucked between the papers. The eyeball scanned the four objects contained in the image.
He took them and watched them closely.
"That's a family photo of President Han. The woman who was next to him was his wife and the two girls in front of them. However, it's a pity that one of her twins has been disabled since birth."
"President Han hid them so that everyone would not mock the princess's weakness. Because no matter how depraved a Han president is, he is still a father who loves his children and. People never know if President Han has a disabled child."
"They only knew that President Han had a daughter and two grandchildren. For that, you understand what I mean, right?" I turned back to Ayana.
In silence the painter stared at the harmonious family picture in the photo. He saw there was no mistake there, they looked happy with each other.
"Em, I know what to do. So, where are they?" tanya Ayana looked up again.
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On the next day, Ayana rushes to a place that Bening intended last night. He wheeled his vehicle, splitting the winter wind.
Early in the morning after taking the time to visit Zidan for a while she said in silence to her husband to go somewhere.
With all the confidence she had, Ayana went to the intended address.
The face that was still covered with bruises was covered with masks. He was not at all afraid to go to a place that was very far from the capital.
Bening said it takes about a day to get there. He also needs physical and mental strength.
After a tiring journey, Ayana also arrived at the destination address. The location was very quiet, no one was seen there.
He saw only one building away from the crowd standing in the middle of a vast field. Synthetic green grass looks neat giving coolness.
He then parked the car right in front of a minimalist building that looks lonely. Ayana gets out of her vehicle as someone opens the door.
They looked at each other, the old woman was surprised to find someone else there. In a hurry, he tried to close the door.
Seeing this Ayana ran and managed to prevent it.
"I'm sorry it came so suddenly. I came here to talk to you about something" he said politely. "It's about ... Mr. Han ..."
Hearing the name was called the middle-aged woman was silent. His head then looked up at the young lady before him.
Ayana then opened the mask revealing a face full of wounds. The instant the woman was wide-eyed, inexplicably made the painter realize one thing.
"Ah, it seems like this Madam already knows what happened," he thought then.
"That-it's okay, please come back," the woman replied in a hoarse voice refusing Ayana's arrival.
"I beg Madam. I beg this also for the justice of your daughter, ..."
The woman he called the mistress also stared fixedly at Ayana. He was surprised when this foreign woman knew the existence of the princess.
"Why can Miss know-"
"For that let me talk to you," asked Ayana again.
With doubt the old lady opened the door. Ayana smiled in relief and followed him inside.
Instantly the smell of sandalwood greeted his arrival. Ayana was amazed by the not-so-large room that was filled with wooden furniture made her comfortable.
He knows that everything there has fantastic value. He also saw a lot of pictures on the walls of the room.
Along the way, he watched portrait after portrait of the princess that president Han hid from adolescence to adulthood.
"So, president Han really hid it? Is a disabled child a disgrace to him? Astagfirullah," he thought later.
Not long after that he was sitting in a room, next to which there was a large window that showed the state of the outside.
Ayana again made amazed with the interiors made of wood. He continued to be amazed when he found various charters on display there.
"Please." The old lady came over and put some warm tea on her.
Ayana nodded briefly and thanked him. Now they face each other ready to talk about something thrilling.