Tear Flower
THE SEASON 3 CHAPTER 78
Unexpected events must occur as the red thread has bound them. Event after event continues to come to form a sadness.
Nothing can escape a disaster if destiny has said so. Be patient and confident if it is a form of God's care.
He wants anyone among His servants to be patient and depend on Him alone. There is nothing but Him. Allah, the Perfect Regulator of Life, bestows upon us the good of happiness after the horror of death.
In the white palace, Bening was still facing off against Bagus. They looked at each other giving a bright eye, full of annoyance.
The blood pooled on the wooden floor slowly dried out leaving a more pungent rancid smell. Clear closed eyes firmly calm yourself after what happened to Ayana.
He kept thinking positively that his brother would be fine.
"Who are you? What do you want here?"
The hoarse voice of the old man buzzed in hearing, Bening reopened his petals looking at Nice with a disheveled appearance.
His face was battered by the blows Zidan threw a moment ago. Bening grinned, proud of the work of the pianist.
"Maybe, I didn't know Zidan could fight like this. In fact, he also saved me, "his mind scanned the interlocutor.
His gaze fell down and saw two pistols lying there. He ducked down and took one of those left behind by Ayana and Jasmine.
"Did you know? You... have made someone's life - no, three people suffer?" bening said while playing a firearm in his hand.
A second later, he returned to face the number one man in his country. It was good to link both eyebrows together, completely clueless as to what Bening was talking about.
"Whatchu mean? What are you talking about, right?" tanyanya direct.
The black-hijabed woman laughed loudly, her voice echoing in the room as her head looked up.
Clear rolling brown eyeballs watched some paintings attached there. The two feet wrapped in boots stepped slowly closer, noticing one of the pictures on display there.
"Really, it's a pity that your beloved daughter's extraordinary talent should end just like that. What you-" Bening turned around giving a bright and resolute look.
The sneering back in attendance made Bagus clench a strong hand, wary of this young lady before him.
"Did you forget three years ago in Village X, there was an astounding event happening? Your Daughter... Hana Tsubasa is forced to take home, because... You don't want his whereabouts known to anyone."
"You're a predatory father who hunts his own biological daughter. You don't want anyone else to know about Hana Tsubasa. Because-"
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? DO YOU WANT TO MAKE MY RELATIONSHIP AND MY DAUGHTER BAD, HUH?" Good to ride the apoplexy and shout loudly, as fast as possible cut off the words Bening.
Again and again the corner of the informant's lips lifted up. He glanced at Hana who was staring at the father with both eyes shaking.
Similarly, Good returned to the princess who began to be influenced by the words of Bening just now. Her jet black unraveled head shook his head several times trying to convince him that what the foreign woman said was not true.
"No, Honey. This woman must be crazy. She's a crazy woman who just talks. Fathering... I don't know who this woman is. He wants to ruin our family, baby!" her cerocos tried to convince.
Hearing that Bening could not help but laugh. His voice echoed for a second time as he put his hand in the pocket of the blazer.
His two slender legs stepped again towards Hana. Good that saw him was terrified, the firm face without a doubt made him anxious for a moment.
"What do you want to do? Don't do anything to-"
Good speech came to a halt as Bening brandished his smart thing right in front of Hana's face. The woman pecked with both eyes perfectly widened.
Slowly, her reddish lips opened and tried to speak the words that were already in the esophagus.
"This photo was taken from CCTV footage. Don't be surprised how I got it. I can get you together that day. Digital traces can never be wiped away," said Bening glanced at Bagus who also spread his bead.
"This photo was taken while I was with Ayana in Village X. That day we promised to paint together to show off when the hospital's birthday arrived."
"However, we haven't had time to keep that promise I'm-"
"You were forced to leave the hospital, right?" sambar Bening made Hana nod.
"That day you were taken by some of your father's men. They said that you would be transferred to a better hospital, but in fact it was all a lie" Bening continued.
From that moment on, Hana's crystal clear chocolate bead kept staring at Bening, as if talking "help me" and saying the words just now.
Bening who realized something was happening nodded briefly trying not to be known by Good. Hearing all of Hana's words, the beautiful female informant realized one thing if everything that happened had been planned well before this tragedy happened.
"What are you two talking about? Honey.. Stay away from the woman, she can give a bad influence to you. He's-"
"I'm a bad influence on Hana? Then, what about you? Can you avoid it after seeing this?"
Bening showed a recording on his cell phone showing Good and several people there.
The footage was taken three years ago exactly a day after Hana was forcibly taken from the hospital. Nice and five grown men in one room.
There is soundproof with makeshift lighting.
"Are you sure you'll lock princess Hana in the white palace?"
"Of course, however, Hana's whereabouts can mess me up."
"Why is that?"
The sound of the table buzzing sounded strong, Nice staring fiercely at the person before him.
"Because if Hana comes to the surface, my secret could be revealed all along. Because my twin Bagas did not have a child. Until his death he had not been blessed with a princess."
"But Master, doesn't your daughter want to be a painter? Are we gonna"
"Of course, we won't give her any access."
"What the hell is"
"Let him live in his dreams. There's someone she likes so much, we can use this woman to make Hana survive."
The babble for the babble from the video tape made Hana distrustful. He was crying, teary-eyed, feeling full in his chest.
Both of his legs weakened unable to support his own weight. He fell down with a clear liquid and continued to fall to the floor.
Hearing the sound of a thump behind, Bening turned his head and found Hana helpless. Hurriedly he approached her, giving words of encouragement.
Good to be silent like a statue with hunting breath. His eyeballs rolled to and fro looking for something so that the woman could keep her mouth shut.
One gun that was still lying not far from its existence made Nice beaver. He immediately grabbed it and pointed it directly at Bening.
Gunshots were heard, the invited guests who were in the flower garden shouted in fear. They repeatedly heard the sound of gunfire that made the situation even more gripping.
Hana was wide-eyed to see the events keep coming right in front of her own eyes.