Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 28
Ayana frowned deeply when she found that the gallery door was unlocked.
He who had just arrived was surprised not to play and was surprised to see it all.
He also pushed him and rushed inside while paying attention to one by one his works on display.
Nothing has changed, he thought.
His two feet again stepped through every corner of the room whether there was a different one or there was a trace of someone, but the result was nothing.
Ayana heaved a sigh of relief and hurried to the room behind the cashier. His hand held the door handle and pulled it down.
The sound of the open key encouraged her to return to the best ideas.
Slowly the door opened, Ayana went inside with a focused look down. Until a second later, when his hijab-headed head looked up he was completely shocked.
He screamed loudly and almost if not holding on to the wooden door next to him due to both legs limp.
He regulated his hunting breath and continued to be privileged.
"Astaghfirullahaladzim, what are you doing?" the pekiknya trying to win themselves.
"Ayana~ my sister~" exclaimed Danieal who was sitting right facing the door and looking directly at the sister.
Ayana frowned wide in seeing the appearance of the older sister away from the neat impression and the handsome doctor looked very messy.
His eye bags looked heavy, his lips were a little pale, his shirt buttons were partially open, the tie wrapped around the collar was not attached as it should be, also the hair that was usually neatly arranged in such a way now looked disheveled.
"Ma-Mas Danieal's? What's going on?" ayana asked nervously and walked quickly closer.
"I'm devastated Ayana. I'm broken," raced Danieal like a child.
The two eyebrows firmly Ayana tightly intertwined, again feeling astonished made.
"Destroyed? What is destroyed? Why exactly? What the hell's going on? Is there anything in the hospital? Why are you suddenly in my gallery? Since when was Mas here, and how-"
Ayana's lips continue to serocos was stopped by Danieal. He held both mouths with his right hand.
The left index finger of the man was directly in front of his own lips.
"Shut, it's still Ayana's morning and you're already noisy? One if you want to ask," he lamented.
Ayana took the brother's hand out of her mouth and chuckled, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, this is the first time I've seen Mas Danieal disheveled. Ih, slovenly." Ayana closed her nose forcefully scanning Danieal from top to bottom many times.
"Are you really a doctor?" sindir Ayana's.
However, not the answer he got but a slow blow at the top of the head. Ayana paused quietly, while Danieal only sighed.
"I came at dawn, didn't you give me the spare key? Ever since you couldn't control yourself, I've been holding the key" racau Danieal explained.
Ayana just nodded her head in understanding.
Danieal sighed again and again said, "i haven't felt this for a long time. I-"
"What's? Is Mas in love? Say... tell me.. Who's the lucky lady? Who will be my sister-in-law in the future? Is she pretty? Ok? Gentle? Perha-"
"Whispering Ayana, I didn't know that you asked so many questions like this. Has Zidan affected you or what?" serobot Danieal makes Ayana again just laugh.
"I'm just curious, Mom," said Ayana.
He then stood up and walked towards the wooden hanger in the corner of the room, behind Danieal.
He carried an apron that was commonly used for painting and immediately wore it.
"So, to whom is love anchored?" ask Ayana again who is now setting up a canvas stand and putting the painting media.
One by one he arranged the brush to be used and faithfully waited for the answer of the brother.
Danieal dropped his gaze down while squeezing both hands tightly.
"Jasmine." Jasmine."
One word made Ayana fixated, all the equipment that was in her grasp fell causing a resounding sound.
With a broken movement the painter turned to Danieal who was sitting not far to his left.
"Ja-jasmine? W-did I not hear wrong?" ayana asked as she walked slowly closer to Danieal again.
The handsome doctor nodded without hesitation. Ayana dropped her jaw seeing the seriousness and shame mixed into one.
He sat on a round wooden chair right in front of Danieal again.
He could not help but hear and see clearly what his first brother felt like for Jasmine.
As tears rolled so fast, Ayana cried in silence while looking at her interlocutor.
Sensing no other questions, Danieal raised his head and was shocked to see Ayana crying.
"Eh? What the hell's going on? Why are you crying?" ask Danieal astonished.
"I'm happy to finally hear that Mas can fall in love again, and that woman is Jasmine. This is God's plan we never expected."
"It is possible that by going through this long road, you finally meet each other. O Lord, I am deeply moved by the destiny that God has written for you." Ayana continued to rumble and endlessly the clear crystal was pouring out.
He was very happy and relieved to hear Danieal's deepest confession.
Seeing his sister like that, Danieal was also moved. Both of his sweets were glazed and with all his might held back tears.
"Yes, Ayana. God's destiny no one knows, and His plan is extraordinary. Beyond a doubt, I could fall for Jasmine just like that."
"At first I felt pity and pity for the dark story of his life so far, but... Every time we do therapy, I start to know a lot about him."
"She is actually a very good woman, she said softly, and attentively. She deserves to be juxtaposed as a loving mother-to-be. I... I really do smell it."
"Em, it might be at first, but over time I started falling in love with her. No. I love her," I honestly express my deepest feelings.
Ayana was stunned, her feelings were moved and excited again. He cried so hard that he breathed happiness.
He was happy to hear all the honesty of his brother.
Not long after that Zidan came and was surprised to hear his wife sobbing and saw her crying as she pleased.
"Hey, what's going on? Why is Ayana crying? What have you done?" Zidan directly accused Danieal while giving a nyalang look.
"No. You misunderstood. I didn't make Ayana cry, your wife, she cried herself" she explained.
"lik! The proof is Ayana's crying like this." Zidan still looked seriously.
"Darling, did your brother hurt you?" zidan asked, turning to his wife.
Ayana was crying louder and hugging her husband's waist while hiding the watery face in her queen's stomach.
"Danieal!" zidan's growls with rage.
"No! I'm completely innocent" Danieal said.
They continue to blame each other wrongly, while Ayana sees the quarrel in silence. Her soft lips curled watching her brother and husband fight.
Like seeing a child, he was glad they could "mure" like family.
"Eh get along from where? Aren't they fighting? Didn't the Baisa family do that? I'm glad to see it," Ayanas minded, laughing softly.
Behind his embrace he continued to watch their feud like a child. However, behind her silence, Ayana is grateful and breathes a sigh of relief Danieal can fall in love with Jasmine.
He hoped that Jasmine had the same feelings and they could live happily together. But all of this becomes God's destiny.