Tear Flower
Chapter 59's
A strong wind blew away some of the trees on the side of the highway. Many vehicles pass by making the crowd unavoidable.
Life will always get unexpected surprises that can not be expected. His arrival brought happiness and vice versa.
However, despite being so trusting and confident that God could not possibly give evil to His servant.
Ayana just arrived at the parking lot. He opened the bag and took out a medium-sized mirror looking at the look there.
"Oh my God, I'm fucked," he said.
Both swollen eyes with a red nose clearly showed that he had been crying all the way.
Ayana also sighed softly about her current state. "I'm really fucked up" he said again. He ransacked his shoulder bag hoping that something could be used.
"Alhamdulillah, there are masks and goggles too." He immediately put on both objects and managed to dispel a messy face.
After the preparations were done, Ayana got out of the car and walked into the gallery. Upon arrival there he was greeted by Seruni who hurriedly ran over.
"Eh, why are you wearing a mask? Sick mom?" tanyanya's confused.
Ayana's eyeballs moved restlessly avoiding the gaze of the interlocutor. "I'm a little unwell," the lie.
Seruni nodded without caring about it anymore. He then realized his original purpose of approaching the painter.
"Oh yeah, a few minutes ago I found this invitation. Mbak was invited to the Chairman Han event," he explained.
Ayana immediately snatched the black invitation from Seruni and opened it. He saw the real name of Ghazella Arsyad/Ayanah Ghazella Arsyad.
He also widened his view to see the name sparked clearly on the invitation. Ayana realized that she had really returned to her identity again.
Amidst the confusion was the phone inside the bag vibrating violently. Hurriedly he reached into her and found an unknown number.
Ayana handed the bag and invitation to Seruni who she immediately received. He walked a few steps forward to receive the call.
"A-assalamu'alaikum," he answered nervously.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied the person across. "Hello Miss Ayana, I'm the secretary of President Han would like to tell you, if he wants all the paintings in your shop to be brought to his residence. Later in the afternoon there are some people who will take it, please you the first amount we have to pay," he explained again.
At once, Ayana also fell silent as a chunk of ice. He did not expect to get such thrilling news.
"You also received the invitation, right? President Han held a massive party at his residence in two days. For that he hopes you can come and see him directly. Because he has often bought your paintings," he said again.
Ayana was still speechless. A person as important and as rich as President Han was willing to deal with a budding painter like him. He answered the secretary with a stammer.
Not long after that the call ended. Ayana smiled widely then turned her head quickly to the back where Seruni was looking at her fixedly.
"God, Chairman Han wants to buy all our paintings here" he explained.
Seruni widened his incredulous gaze. He was happy and rushed to help Ayana prepare all the paintings available in the magnolia shop.
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Two days passed so quickly, the residence of President Han located in the next town was transformed into a very luxurious one.
One by one the invited guests were present to participate in enlivening the party held there. The event was held to welcome the return of President Han to the homeland.
All this time the jeweler was abroad. He spread his wings to several countries to market his work.
Ayana who came along with Danieal was surprised instead of playing to see the magnificent building in front of him. He could hardly breathe when he saw a lot of ornaments with fantastic prices on display there.
He walked with his brother through the hallway on both sides of which there are various luxurious paintings. He also smiled when from the row of paintings on display there is one work attached.
"Look, that's my painting" he said proudly as he pointed to the classic bamboo painting he made one year ago.
Where at the time of making it he was still in a state of chaos. His emotions are unstable and sometimes rebellious.
Danieal followed his direction and frowned deeply. "Hm, isn't that your painting from a year ago? Why is it here? Was it possible that President Han bought it?"
Ayana placed her index finger under her chin with both eyes looking up.
"Hm .. I don't know, but it was clear at the time that this painting was the highest selling price."
"I don't understand, has Chairman Han known you for a long time?" Danieal looked back where the younger brother was still thinking.
"I don't know," Ayana replied indifferently.
"Well let it go, let's go in" asked Danieal to get a nod from his sister.
Not long after they arrived at a room that resembled a hall. There are so many wonderful people from all fields.
Ayana unceasingly clucked in awe watching the eye-indulgent scene right in front of her.
There is also a food stand where so much food is served at the long table. There are also some waiters who take care of it to introduce the food.
Ayana swept her eyes and could not be separated from the sweet food at one of the tables. The manic is widened when he sees his favorite macaron is there.
He was about to walk closer before the voice of his brother interrupted him. Ayana stopped walking and looked to the side.
"Be careful it seems like here there is also alcohol" whispered Danieal right next to his right ear.
Ayana widened her gaze, surprised. "really?"
Danieal nodded and pointed with his chin towards the drinks at the table as well as to the several maids who were carrying glasses on trays around the guests.
"The "golden drink is alcohol. You have to be careful not to touch it, not only that ... food here is not all halal," said Danieal again.
"But why? Isn't President Han as religious as we are?" ayanas asked who was also whispering.
"You know for yourself how to get along outside. Just look, this party was designed just like them too, isn't there no seat like a chair to eat?" Danieal looked in all directions followed by Ayana.
He just realized it now. "Mas's right too, then we should be careful."
"You must not go far from Mas. If you escape from Mas's supervision, it can be serious later," Danieal said again warned.
"Yes I understand. I'm not a seven-year-old, Mas" retorted Ayana, Danieal chuckled at it.
Without realizing it, from earlier a pair of dark eyes were watching him from the second floor. The middle-aged man, at his age who is not young anymore, also looks dashing in an expensive suit.
He kept an eye on Ayana who was joking with her brother, Danieal. He put both hands in his pants pocket and whispered to the person next to him.
"Okay sir" he said straight away from there. He grinned widely watching the charming face right below him.