THE MUSE S3
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~ Jasmine, white, fragrant, gives aroma and taste. Could it mean chastity could mean farewell, depending on what you use it for? ~
Did you know that flowers have their own language? The language of jasmine flowers is sacred love, symbolizing beauty and sensuality. Some cultures consider jasmine to represent appreciation and good luck. If you use it in religious ceremonies and weddings, then jasmine represents chastity. While jasmine in the procession of death is a symbol of farewell or goodbye.
What about Jasmine in this story? Will he bring the sweetness of love, or the bitterness of separation?
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THE GLEGAR!!
The sound of lightning was earthy in space, making a long rumble that shook the window glass. It was late and there was no sign that the rain would stop.
BRAK!!!
A man threw a suitcase outside the house. The old suitcase was quite large and heavy. He did put all the clothes and belongings of the mistress and her son into the suitcase.
“Master please!! Don't drive us, Mister!” Stifling a woman, he fell under the man's feet and begged for forgiveness.
A little girl was also crying beside him, standing sobbing while carrying her beloved stuffed rabbit. The doll began to muddle because it had been 4 years to accompany him without ever getting a new one.
“Go you!! Thank God I didn't kill you!” The man kicked the woman until she fell backwards.
“My master please, Jasmin your son!!” He nodded, but the man still threw away his face.
“They are Big, I beg you!! Jasmine is your granddaughter.” The poor woman turned to other older family members, hoping that age could make her act wisely.
“Get my foot off, get out of here!!” However the old madam preferred to ignore her own granddaughter.
“Let us both stay overnight only, it rained very hard.” Her mother.
“Rosie, my patience has its limits!! Stop whining and get out of here! I've given you some money in the suitcase for you and Jasmine!” snapped it.
“Please, Mr. Richo, remember our relationship, I love you.” The woman was crying, sobbing under her master's feet.
“I used to impregnate you because I hoped your son could become a victim so that my wealth would last seven generations!” sergeant Richo.
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El Richo is a greedy and crazy man of treasure. He did not hesitate to use the services of shamans or mystical powers to double his wealth. Like his ancestors who always sacrificed the first child as a mash, Richo was looking for a scapegoat. He impregnated Rosie, his maid who was then still young.
Rosie was a gentle and kind woman, she was just unlucky to be born a kara. The grandmother who cared for him died when Rosie was 15 years old, so the young girl had to live a life of wandering, becoming a laundry worker until cleaning service employees. It was Aliana who brought Rosie to work as ART at their current residence.
El Richo seduced Rosie who was then 17 years old, Rosie pregnant, when the age of the womb entered the 4th month, Richo married, choosing a beautiful woman from a rich family he adored. Rosie languishes, her story goes back dark and hooks. But Rosie survives, surviving for the sake of the child she contains.
Until finally the birth moon arrived, Rosie gave birth to Jasmin, her little angel, the beautiful with bright blue eyes. Rosie shed tears, she continued to pray to the Creator so that her son could grow up healthy and happy, unlike her.
Unlike Rosie, Richo's mind is inversely proportional. He wanted the shaman to quickly take Jasmin's life to even have his ancestral promise that toppled the first child as a binder of wealth. His first wife Kyara is also pregnant for 4 months.
Days change, months change. Jasmine kept growing healthy in Rosie's lap. Even growing up to be a very adorable girl.
“Why isn't he dying too?! What if the shaman prefers my son? Or even pluck out my wealth?!” Richo continued muttering, he was frightened because it had been almost a year and Jasmine was still alive.
Another with Jasmin, another with Arina, the first child of Richo's legal wife. Arina suddenly became ill and almost died. Frequently going back to the hospital for treatment. Richo is anxious, especially his wife continues to fuss and blame herself for what happened to Arina.
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“Go! Before I change my mind and hand you two over to that old shaman!” Richo went into his house.
“Papa ...! Papa ..!” Tough little girl with eyes.
“Do not call me Papa!! I'm not your Papa!!”
“Grandma .. grandma!!” Jasmine turned to the old woman beside her father.
“Go you kumal boy, I'm disgusted to see you.” Aliana pushed Jasmin's body backwards, just like her mother Rosie.
BLARS!! The door was slammed, closed perfectly.
“Master Richo!! Madam!! I beg you to open the door!!” Rosie was still crying, begging for the most pity.
“I can wash, cook, clean the house, I want to work hard, please don't drive us, hiks ... please don't let Jasmine get cold.” Rosie banged on the door, hoping for an answer.
But .., only silence accompanied his sobs.
“Hiks ... Mama, why are Papa and Grandma so mean to us?” jasmine asked, she approached Rosie's body which was slumped at the doorstep.
“Mama also don't know, Nak.” Rosie stroked Jasmine's face, she smiled in her tears. Trying to protect his son's heart, he could not tell his son that his own father wanted to kill him as a collision.
“Let's go from here, Son!” Finally Rosie got up, she covered Jasmin's head with a jacket hood. Rosie knew the cloth jacket would not be able to save Jasmine's body from the cold, but that was all they had right now.
Rosie quickly pulled her suitcase, through the heavy rain, her fast-moving steps through the muddy streets made her long skirt dirty. Rosie doesn't care, the important thing is she can get out of the residential area, find shelter for him and Jasmine. Poor toddler, he can catch a cold if not immediately dry his clothes.
Rosie stopped at the store's head, enough to shelter. Rosie quickly opened her suitcase, looking for dry clothes for Jasmin, fortunately there are clothes that can still be used even though they are moist and cold. Rosie gave the eucalyptus oil to Jasmine's chest and back before giving her a change of clothes. In this way Jasmine will still feel warm even though there is no blanket that covers her tiny body.
Rosie's scavenging for trash, looking for a cardboard that can be used for Jasmine's bed tonight. Jasmine did not complain, the toddler was very smart and obedient, he slept soundly on a cardboard mat, while Rosie shivered in the cold. The night wind hit Rosie's body, producing clothes that were originally wet to dry. But the taste of the linen pierced to the bone. Rosie continued to shiver, she became a cushion so that the wind did not directly hit Jasmine's body.
“Great sleep, Son. Forgive Mama, can't make you happy like Mama promised when you were born.” Isak Rosie, he stroked Jasmine's hair.
Rosie looked at Jasmine's face that looked so slick and peaceful. In her heart Rosie prayed, asking for God's justice, condemning the family of El Richo.
One day it will be Jasmine who will make your family suffer!! One day it will be Jasmine who will take all of you, including the happiness of your beloved daughter!!
After saying that in her heart, Rosie shed her tears and sobbed bitterly. Crying his fate so bitter and dark.
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