Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 11
Sadness does not always continue to play every major role in life.
The time will come to replace crying with a smile.
It all takes time and the process is easy.
It takes a little upheaval and a lot of things to pass.
Hope that was originally extinct must be re-established to get a dream to forget the pain.
The story of life that is so dark though there must still be a speck of light to be rebuilt to get happiness.
Suffering, sometimes a conservative word makes itself melt in a negative state.
Sometimes focusing on one thought, if there is no way there is happiness behind the path of life that is so complicated will a situation, only bring bad thoughts.
The dark, dark image of the dark tale containing poison only continued to invite tears.
However, in the midst of a storm of grief, Jasmine was fixated on a figure that had recently become her inspiration.
Ayana Ghazella Ashraf Arsyad, is someone who can make Jasmine get a little light.
After hearing all the stories of Ayana's life, Jasmine was still silent.
His gray bead glances at the other person. Both hands back to squeeze the blanket, strong drain all the flickering inside.
Seeing Jasmine's silence, Ayana realized one thing. This woman still can not open her heart to change the situation.
"Don't be afraid, Jasmine. While there is still God in our hearts, there is nothing to worry about."
"Do you want to rise with me?" ayan once again offered hope.
Watching that helping hand again made Jasmine fixated.
Slowly after a few seconds passed, one hand raised to avenge Ayana's hand.
However, for some reason suddenly the shadow of the moment he was locked away roamed.
His head was like something was piercing, so heavy and painful.
He closed both eyes tightly with cold sweat popping up, trying to shake things off.
Ayana who realized that also immediately got up from sitting hugging him tightly.
"It's okay, everything's gonna be okay."
Those words continued to be played several times by Ayana who instantly exerted an effect on Jasmine.
Slowly the woman regained her composure and returned Ayana's embrace was no less tight.
He also returned to crying, roaring, venting all the difficulties he had lived all along.
Ayana kept saying the same thing while rubbing the top of her head.
He wanted at least the treatment could reduce the pain in Jasmine's heart.
Because he knows how lonely he is when the trauma and depression approaches.
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"So, the woman is experiencing a concerning condition?" tanya Zidan sat on the waiting chair not far from the room Jasmine was in.
Danieal who was next to him also gave a short nod.
"That's right, the possibility of her life being filled with torment. Your wife, my sister, she felt the same way when she saw Jasmine. That's why Ayana asked me to help heal her" explained the doctor.
Zidan pensively momentarily dropped his gaze down.
"Ayana... how was her condition at the time of saying that?" ask Zidan back.
Danial also retracted his memory when Ayana did her act in facing Jasmine.
"She was amazing, your wife, my sister was able to feel what others felt, especially in a case similar to her," said Danieal reviewed a gentle smile as he looked up at the ceiling of the corridor.
His charming lips curved perfectly draw the line there is a pride of its own.
Zidan who saw that was also glued. He could imagine what the heroic actions of the wife would look like.
"My wife, your sister, is amazing. He is very kind and wise." Zidan was moved by just hearing a little bit of his story.
Moments later, in the midst of the two men together, suddenly the door of Jasmine's room opened.
The sound of hunting footsteps approached them inviting his attention to turn.
Instantly the doctor and pianist rose from their seats to welcome his existence.
At once, Ayana immediately lunged at the husband immersing his face in the chest of his field.
Zidan was surprised, turning to Danieal as if saying what was going on?
The doctor who understood the look in his sister-in-law's eyes shook his head briefly, not knowing anything.
A second later, Zidan felt Ayana's body tremble slightly. He was worried and afraid that something had happened to him.
"Honey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" ask Zidan later.
Ayana tried to control herself and continued to hug her husband tightly.
"Ja-Jasmine... Jasmine agreed to change for the better" she said, who was also heard by Daniela.
The doctor turned back and ran away and entered Jasmine's room.
Ayana let go of a hug as her brother ran over there.
A sweet smile also expands on Ayana's face.
His mind went back to a moment ago where Jasmine gave an answer to the offer given.
After hugging each other for a while, Jasmine pushed Ayana softly as she looked at her strong nettle bead.
"I. want to rise, Ayana. I want to be like you, "he explained.
However, unexpectedly the head of the painter's hijab shook his head several times.
Of course, it surprised Jasmine who returned to disappoint him.
"Don't change like everyone else, just be yourself and change for the better. That's what can motivate ourselves to change in a better direction," said Ayana warmly.
Jasmine was pensive, her pair of manics widened perfectly and slowly both corners of her lips expanded perfectly.
"Alright, I understand," said Jasmine making Ayana nod in spirit.
Twenty minutes later, the painter and pianist couple left the hospital and let the doctor take over.
Zidan brought his wife home to rest. He knew that Ayana was a little shaken when she found that the female figure had a life story a little similar to her.
Along the way Zidan noticed the state of the wife.
Tired face, clearly plastered there. However, he realized there was pride as well as relief.
"What are you thinking, honey?" zidan asked for a quick glance as he patted the back of his hand.
The pensive Ayana was shocked for a moment.
He also looked briefly at Zidan and looked straight ahead again.
"I'm fine" he said weakly.
His tone hinted if he was truly relieved, although exhausting, but there was satisfaction of his own.
Because the journey of life does not always continue to pull over at the same point.
It could have been, somehow and how God's help came unexpectedly.
"You did it, honey. You really made it," he said proudly.
Ayana only commented on the gentle smile, still thinking about Jasmine's state.
Foreign women who suddenly come into his life have a storyline that is so strange.
Heirs who are predicted to have a life of property, in fact in the thickets of grief.
Like a dangerous figure, throughout Jasmine's life, he continued to be locked up and forced to work rods.
The results of his hard work enjoyed the uncle without giving him freedom.
Tears become soothing when the wound is re-plated.
Without parents, without someone beside who loved her, Jasmine's life was full of suffering.
"I hope Jasmine can also rise from the pain she was suffering from. I do not know for sure how the days went, but God could not give trials beyond the limits of His servant's ability. That was why Jasmine the strong woman could deal with all of this. Help him, O God," he thought expectantly.
His hijab-headed head looked up at the sky that had turned dark.
Silence is created in the charm of the sea that only exists in the silence of the night.