The Rhyme of the Depositary

065 - SEASON 2

Who the husband leaves in prison is easy. Rachel watches process after process that Maxen goes through from the green table until the judge's decision comes down.

Although Maxen's allegations are correct, he was sentenced to three years in prison for his lawyer's willingness to defend clients. But it still felt hard for Rachel.

After a half-month trial, Maxen is set to serve time in Manhattan. Rachel had expected this. He faithfully accompanied Maxen in such a difficult situation as now.

In her eyes, no matter what hardships Maxen went through, Rachel preferred to stand with him without turning around.

Maxen has been Rachel's whole life. With her, even going through hell would Rachel do.

Alice who had intended not to interfere too much in this matter, inevitably concerned also saw the condition of her friend who was concerned.

One afternoon, two days after Maxen was officially arrested, they talked in Alice's backyard.

Dusk slaps with orange color. The sky was filled with light that began to dim. The day has changed color. The evening began to greet the world.

The world is like a spinning wheel. Here the sun began to creep away, presenting darkness. Elsewhere, the sun greets back, giving the world the gentle glow it needs.

Every life that exists, basically, always needs light. The Mentari is the essence of all things. It even became an energy center.

From a long time ago, light has been the life of the world. There is always air. Until we unconsciously consider it to be a natural thing that runs itself. But if we could contemplate for a moment, without light we would only be dying in the dark.

"You can't be so good at your energy, Rachel. Once in a while, enjoy your day and relax. Maxen wouldn't want you to be tormented like this."

Alice advises Rachel because lately she sees Rachel's condition is quite alarming, protracted to think about Maxen's condition.

Alice has said many times Maxen is a man who has animal endurance so he will definitely be fine going through all legal proceedings.

Alice instead tends to feel sorry for the other inmates who mingle with Maxen. They're more to worry about than Rachel's husband. Obviously Maxen can turn into a creature without a conscience that can finish anyone off. The people around him never let him offend his pride.

"I know, Alice. But it's still painful to watch him behind bars." Rachel nodded heavily. He thought he could accept this easily. In fact, his heart is still fragile when it comes to Maxen.

"Isn't that the lightest responsibility Maxen can accept for all his bad actions first?" Alice reminded. Rachel had never told Alice that she objected. Now Rachel's actions reveal the exact opposite.

Rachel was silent for a long time. What Alice said was true. The three-year prison was the lightest thing Maxen had obtained. Rachel thought Maxen's case would keep her husband trapped for decades behind bars. Doesn't that mean God still gives light?

Rachel doesn't deserve to complain. He also encouraged Maxen to do this. Rachel shouldn't be weak in the process.

"You're right, Alice. I was too excited about my energy and my thoughts. I should be thankful that Maxen only served a light sentence from this situation."

Rachel looked into Alice's eyes with a grateful face. However, Alice has contributed greatly to the relief of Maxen's punishment. Unimaginable if the woman chose a cruel way to finish her husband through Klayver's hands, Rachel would be even more devastated.

"Have you heard about Harry lately?" Alice shifted the subject.

Rachel nodded slowly. Harry was like a fugitive who ran out of nowhere. That man is too cowardly to face reality. Even when Maxen was sentenced to prison, Harry's nostrils remained invisible.

"Rachel, have you ever imagined what you'd say if Harry appeared before you again?" Alice turned her head, looking at Rachel in the afternoon sun. Her hair was flying in the autumn wind. Some trees in the yard began to drop their leaves to welcome the change of season.

Alice's face grew brighter with each passing moment. Marriage will make her days colorful. Rachel is also happy that Alice's marriage is able to restore the happy light that once was lost. At least, the woman had a good day.

"Come, Alice. My disappointment is already huge. I'm not even interested in having another tongue-lick with Harry. Perhaps, subconsciously, I started to hate him slowly. It would be better if we didn't see each other anymore. Facing directly with him would only make us argue and throw bad words."

Rachel looked at the blue sky. The clouds hang perfectly. Coloring nature with natural pulasan is very charming.

Harry used to be part of Rachel. A very important and unforgettable part. But a long time to open the mask of the man actually. He's not like a wolf in sheep's clothing. What appears on the surface does not always show the truth.

How many lies has Harry covered from Rachel. How much falsehood has Harry displayed for Rachel. All of that makes Rachel sick. Harry is nothing more than a person who offers superficial relationships without certainty. With her, Rachel had spent millions of seconds of time in vain.

Until now, all that remained of Rachel was endless hatred. Harry's actions not only showed cowardice, but also showed how cruel he was because he could feed the closest people so far.

That kind of attitude is not worth Rachel appreciating. He was just wondering how they could all be fooled by Harry's very shallow character. It should have been from the beginning Rachel and Maxen could have anticipated that.

"You hate her?" Alice repeated her friend's statement.

Rachel smiled smirkingly. "I think I should hate him" he replied, trying not to care much.

Alice nodded small, trying to understand. It's strange that Rachel isn't moved by Harry's outrageous actions.

The world is quite complicated. What used to be called love can turn to hate just once in a while.

"Alright, Alice. I don't want to talk about Harry. How's your husband doing? I haven't seen Axel yet." Rachel looked around, trying to observe the situation back.

Justright. There was no sign of Axel at all. Usually the boy will always welcome Rachel's presence. Her chubbi cheeks look adorable with the typical eye rays of her children. Every time Rachel came, her screams always kept Rachel distracted from things.

"He's still with Violin. He should have gone home a few days ago. But Violin held him back again. Klayver was gone nine days ago. He promised to go home in three days and pick up Axel. That kid if he's not picked up for a long time forgets about this house."

Depressing. His own son now prefers to be with his grandmother he just knew rather than with his own mother.

I don't know what Violin did. It could be that the woman poured a lot of money to pamper Axel. For a woman like her, it's definitely not a hard thing to do all that. Money is no longer something that matters.

"The woman must have bought hundreds of toys for your son." Rachel laughed a little.

"Let's go, Alice. That means the Klayvers are good enough to accept your son's whereabouts. What's wrong with that?"

"none. Huh! I'm just not happy Axel got pampered too often."

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Elsewhere, Klayver was sitting opposite a woman with a shoulder-length blonde. Slint the cigarette tucked between the fingers of his finger. A scorpion-shaped tattoo adorns her cleavage that was deliberately spilled.

The woman calls herself Jasmine. The name is not at all suitable because the entire appearance of nothing resembles jasmine at all. Her eyes that were the color of the sea looked full of temptation like a street woman who was thirsty for caresses.

"You're desperate right now, Ice Boy?" jasmine asked, raising one of her legs above her other knee. Making the anklets he was wearing rattled.

Klayver stared at the mini red dress that Jasmine was wearing with a scornful look. The woman still displays her assets, which in fact if you want to be recognized is very interesting.

But for a man like Klayver, all that was like the garbage he saw at the end of the road and had to pay attention to. As beautiful as any curve Jasmine presented before the eyes, did not manage to get the attention of Klayver at all.

Jasmine is beautiful, but cheap.

"My enemies are increasingly looking for me" Klayver said coldly.

The man was always cold. It was as if his soul had indeed formed together with the north pole. That's why Jasmine dubbed him the true Ice Boy.

People like Klayver are able to bring their own charm to some women. His distant attitude actually provoked curiosity. No wonder Jasmine saw the man being chased by so many women. But they always stopped within a safe distance whenever they sensed the dangerous aura emanating from Klayver.

Only a foolish woman would dare to approach. To them, only a tragic ending awaited him. Like a psychopath, Klayver is a demon. Women are just additional accessories that are worth using once. The rest, they never let him touch his life.

"What does this have to do with me? Why did you choose to come here?" Jasmine raised one eyebrow, poring over Klayver's true reason.

Jasmine was one of the many people who had the courage to face Klayver. Even so, she was a woman smart enough that she would never provoke Klayver's anger on purpose.

Women who have long plunged into the black world like him, used to have a slippery brain that is useful for every circumstance.

"I need your support." Klayver's voice was still cold. It was as if what he asked for was a trivial matter.

However, behind it all, they both knew "support" in this matter must be something very big. Jasmine guaranteed as far as Klayver was concerned, the man was always dealing with big things.

"Support or help?" Jasmine chuckled, showing off her red lips that were daubed like a jalng. The entire appearance of Jasmine, from toe to head end implied the charm of a night woman. The type of woman who stands in the hallways of bars with drooling drooling waits for a ramshackle customer to spend the night in a cheap flat.

Only a handful of people knew that behind his desolation, there was a hidden dangerous aura. The aura that when it came out was able to suppress many people and result in a bloody tragedy.

"Both."

"What would I get if I gave it to you? I don't mind if you pay for it with an amazing night with your body." Jasmine glanced meaningfully, leaning her body so that the cleavage she had was increasingly exposed. I guess that doesn't bother him at all. The proof is that the woman is getting bolder by propping her arm and playing the strands of hair in a seductive way.

"Don't be too cheap in front of me, Jasmine. I tend to want to finish off cheap women who don't know the limits" Klayver lightly quipped. The man was still leaning leisurely on the high chair with intricate carvings.

They were at Jasmine's bar. To be precise, Jasmine's irregular workroom with the smell of cheap perfume here and there.

Klayver doesn't know if it's all Jasmine's disguise or true character. If disguised, Klayver is tempted to clap because only extraordinary people can spend time in luxurious rooms but seem dilapidated.

The furniture in this room is obviously expensive furniture. Klayver guaranteed that the original jade table from China in front of him must have spent tens of thousands of dollars. The document rack behind Jasmine from the expensive wood coiling was also definitely not an arbitrary item.

However, the appearance of this room was as dilapidated as Jasmine. Here and there is a sharp aroma of silk along with cheap fragrances that you can get on the Manhattan side of the road. Messy stuff. The smell of cigarette smoke mixed with marijuana Klayver had kissed in several corners of the room. Many cigarette butts are scattered on expensive three-dimensional ceramic floors. Overall, this room is a mess. Only God knows how Klayver can last more than ten minutes here.

"Oh, come on, Kalyver. It must be nice to be finished off by you." Jasmine blinked her eyes, fishing with a shameless seduction.

Oh God. Jasmine is in the prostitute business. Himself reflects the attitude not far from the woman jalng.

Klayver chose not to comment on the woman's words. Instead, he looked at Jasmine sharply with deep narrowed eyes.

"Alright, alright. I'm just kidding, honey. Don't be so serious." Jasmine waved her hand, knowing for sure when she should retreat in order.

Kalyver is a pretty complicated guy. Too bold to tease him would be fatal. Jasmine didn't want that to happen. After all, he still needed his life to go on quietly.

"What kind of help do you want from me?" ask Jasmine. This time his eyes showed seriousness.

Klayver took a deep breath. Actually, he was reluctant to ask this matter from Jasmine. But unfortunately the woman is the only potential outsider candidate for help. Indeed, Jasmine is dilapidated. But he has high solidarity with each of his friends and can be trusted to hold important information. Even Klayver had put his trust in letting Jasmine know that he was Eyes Evil.

"I have to take care of those who want my life. If I want to take the winning step, I have to take the best step first."

"good. I concur. Then problem?"

"As long as I'm gone while I'm cleaning up my business, I need you to take care of my wife and stepson. They're in Manhattan."

"WHAT? YOU HAVE A WIFE? I DON'T THINK THE SUN HAS RISEN FROM THE WEST!"

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