The Dandelion Motel
Flashbacks
Leon, who finally realized that his attitude was excessive, is now confused looking for Rosaline.
He returned to the photo studio with a soaked body, but the place was deserted.
Indeed, the studio Rosaline rented all day and because the shooting was suddenly canceled, all the crew went home.
Leon rushed to the villa, hoping to find his wife sitting sweetly waiting for him on the bed, but of course it was impossible.
Rosaline wasn't there and must have been looking for her alone in the rain.
Damnit damnit!
How could Leon leave his pregnant wife alone?
The man regretted half to death and was busy cursing himself.
He suddenly remembered the threatening letter.
What if something happens to Rosaline and their baby-to-be?
Leon really feels stupid!
So stupid!
He was terrified himself, hoping that all the anxiety in his mind was just an illusion. His jealousy and anger no longer matter.
With a shiver, his whitened and kisut hand was whipped coldly back pressing his wife's number. But I can't.
Rain kills the signal. Makes her languish in regret and guilt.
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Rosaline dries her hair with a towel. He stared out the window that led to the side yard of the cottage where he was sheltering.
The owner of this cottage is the figure in a raincoat earlier.
Her name is Marta, she's about the age of Rosaline's mother, so we'll just call her 'auntie'.
The woman was on her way home from cleaning the garden when she saw Rosaline halfway through.
She said Rosaline reminded her of the boy who lived far away from her.
Rosaline actually did not like to get help from strangers even to dare to take shelter in her house, but the rain that never stopped and the lightning that was getting louder barked made her unable to resist.
He was cold and too tired to return to the villa.
"I made you some honey tea. I saw you talking to the baby in your belly earlier. How old are you?" aunt Marta placed the still steaming glass of hot tea onto the small table in front of her.
"Thirteen weeks." Rosaline answered flatly.
"Women pregnant like you why are you wandering around alone in this rainstorm?"
"I'm looking for my husband." Rosaline looked out with a sigh.
"Where's your husband? Why would he abandon his pregnant wife in the rain?"
"I don't know where he is, but if I meet him, I'll teach the wedge man****n it!" Rosaline clenched her hands and hit the table furiously until the tea glass was shaken and the contents spilled slightly.
Aunt Marta laughed at the behavior of her guests who thought it was funny. Rosaline gave a strange glance towards him.
"Saw***n? Hahaha...you call your husband waji****n? Yes, of course he is a wedge man****n for neglecting his pregnant wife! You have to teach him a lesson! Hahaha, have some tea! Warm body! Poor baby!"
Rosaline nodded and without hesitation immediately sipped her tea.
"Aaaahhh..hot! Damn, hot!!!" he hurriedly put his tea on the table violently.
Rosaline was fanning her mouth and tongue.
"Hahaha..you just cursed the tea? Basic sloppy! Already know the heat, why not blow first? You're this! Hahaha.." aunt Marta was again made to laugh by the miraculous behavior of her guests.
"Aish, this is all because of Leon!" maki Rosaline is upset.
He snatched with clenched hands.
Suddenly there was a knock from the front door.
Aunt Marta immediately got up and rushed to check on him.
"Auntie, are you okay? Why call me? Are you sick again? Falling in the garden again?" there was a voice of a man outside.
Rosaline who was blowing her hand immediately looked up.
He knows!
Of course he knew that voice!
The owner is the reason her husband is jealous!
"No! Aunt just harvested a bunch of apples and wants to give you."
"This aunt, what's wrong! Just make me anxious! My invitation has been read, right? Remember, auntie must come! Whose shoes are these? Aunt has a guest?"
"A woman. Sadly, she was pregnant but her husband left her! Aunt found it halfway." Whisper aunt Marta on the figure she already considered her own child.
"Huh?" Theo stared in shock.
"The guy inside?" tanyanya.
"Yes." Yeah."
"What's his name?"
And instantly caught it!
"Witch girl!? Well, so the pregnant woman that her husband left behind is you?" he looks in disbelief.
Near them, Marta's aunt gawks knowing that her two guests know each other.
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For Rosaline, there are 3 types of darkness in her life.
First, the blood-soaked mad tragedy that befell his family overnight.
Second, the mental disruption of his grandmother after the incident.
Third, the promise of a disfigured Theo under the moonlight at the end of December, a dozen years ago.
Rosaline still remembered that day clearly, when for the first time she began to open her heart to someone.
But before their story even began, the fire of romance was extinguished, autumn in the past and slammed into the streets and stepped on by the changing seasons.
You wonder what happened between them?
Let's go back to that boarding school yard, the place that Rosaline called the prison but Theo called it the playground.
Who is right?
You guys decided it!
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A car stopped in his magnificent courtyard.
"We're here, baby!" said the thin mustachioed man behind the wheel to a beautiful-looking but fierce teenage girl in the passenger seat
That girl is Rosaline.
He stepped out arrogantly. It's the umpteenth time he's moved schools, dorms, or whatever it is.
The thin-moustached man in a suit came out and stood beside him.
Before they entered, the man he used to call the father restrained the girl's arm and extended his hand.
The girl laughed cynically, she looked at him with annoyance.
"Dad really wants us to go in hand in hand?" tanyakanya.
"Your gum!" answer Billy.
"Oh!" Rosaline looked a bit embarrassed but she covered it in a relaxed style.
The girl then lowered her head and spat out her gum onto the ground.
Rosaline smiled and took a step forward, but just a step back, Billy held back his arm.
He stretched out his hand this time.
"What else?" ask Rosaline plain-ass.
"Cigarettes, matches and strange things you hide. Or should I get him out?" threaten Billy.
"Dad...!!!" Rosaline snatched away and began removing cigarettes and matches from her brain, then toy insects, firecrackers and other strange objects from between her socks and skirt creases.
Billy shook his head and put everything in the car.
"You're a girl, but you act like a boy! Even my mischief wasn't as bad as you! Ckck... Good thing you're smart, otherwise there won't be a school to accept you!"
Rosaline simply responded to her father's nagging indifferently as if her ears were deaf.
He led his daughter into the dormitory.
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Rosaline doesn't like school, but she likes to learn.
He does not like to listen to teachers but likes to do tasks, read and learn many things.
He is actually a smart student, agile and achiever but his character who is stupid, cold and like it himself more often irritate teachers and scare their friends.
Rosaline waits in the hallway, while Billy makes small talk with the headmaster in the room.
He looked out the window and saw a male student being chased by several men in the field.
The student broke out while recording the actions of the people chasing him with a video camera.
"This school can too!" Rosaline muttered with a mysterious sneaky smile.
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