The Rhyme of the Depositary
071 - SEASON 2
The air feels different pressure. Oxygen as reduced in a matter of nano seconds accompanied the explanatory sentence that came out of Jasmine's mouth.
A hard fact to accept, hearing Jasmine once formed a commitment named marriage.
"You want to hear a story?" bargain Jasmine, propping one of her hands on the dining table.
Jasmine's blue eyes looked clear, revealing honesty and trust. In the depths of her heart Jasmine was convinced that Alice was the right person to get honesty from him.
Alice has a high quality. The proof, Klayver alone can trust Alice. There was no harm in Jasmine doing the same.
"If you don't mind." Alice smiled slightly, trying not to force Jasmine too much. It seemed like what Jasmine was trying to convey was a hidden secret. Alice is not too keen to pry into the lives of others unless the person is willing to share her story sincerely.
"Of course not. What if we move into the living room? I'm not too comfortable continuing the conversation in the dining room." Jasmine expressed her objection. The dining room is too open though it is actually safe enough to talk about sensitive topics. But for a woman like Jasmine, a closed place is her favorite.
Alice got up and walked into the other room followed by Jasmine. They head for a central space that offers perfect privacy. The servants rarely pass by here. They will not be interrupted.
Jasmine dropped herself on a soft cream-colored sofa. She lay hands down and leaned back casually, posing like a seductress.
Alice walked in the corner of the room, concocting coffee through a sophisticated machine with a gentle hum.
"Do you like coffee with cream?" bargain Alice smooth on Jasmine.
"No. Just coffee without a mixture," Jasmine's pinta lightly.
Alice struggled for a while before finally bringing two white cups filled with a pitch-black liquid. One cup he gave to Jasmine was immediately received with a knotty smile. One more cup he left to himself.
"Like Klayver" Alice commented.
"What?"
"Your taste in coffee. No mix at all. Isn't it too bitter?" Alice explained. He took a seat beside Jasmine and sipped his coffee slowly which was still reflecting hot steam.
"For people who have tasted the bitterness of life like us, coffee is still too sweet." Jasmine philosophized.
Coffee is a form of pleasure. But life has offered more bitter things than coffee. How do these two things compare to each other?
"You're right. Life can be very bitter at one time."
The two women were silent for a moment. They are preoccupied by their own thoughts. Deep down, Alice was curious about all the bitterness Jasmine had ever received that shaped her current personality. Could it be that the tragedy of the woman's life was huge?
"You said you've been married before, Jasmine. How did that happen?" Finally, Alice could not help her curiosity. The question also came from his lips. Though previously he was determined not to be too abuzz the life story of others.
Jasmine blew the concentrated liquid within her hand grip carefully and sipped it slowly. Arabica Coffee's. This smell was too familiar to him. Alice includes a fairly reliable coffee brewer. She seems to be a coffee lover.
Jasmine took out a cigarette box from the pocket of the skirt along with a small, automatic lighter. "Does I smoke?" tanyanya.
"Please," Alice waved indifferently. She's not a conservative woman who likes to curb women's morality. It's up to Jasmine to smoke. The effect will not reach Alice. He just had to inhale some of the smoke later.
Jasmine turned on the lighter, brought it closer to the end of the cigarette she held in between the fingers and sucked it slowly to make the cigarette emit small embers at the end.
Faint smoke began to billow in the air. Soaring up high, forming a round pattern that is getting bigger. Jasmine stared at the ceiling of the room with a pushy look. His memory began to prevail seven years ago, when he was nineteen.
"I knew the nightlife when I was fourteen. You could say, I'm getting more and more experienced year after year." Jasmine began to explain her story.
In the past, Jasmine became an attractive girl with long hair dyed blonde which is often glimpsed by men. At the age of fourteen, some parts of his body had developed perfectly. Makes Jasmine feel confident showing off her assets to everyone.
Jasmine's life was difficult. He was born to immoral parents so his education was very limited. Therefore, the only thing he learned in this life was to sell his beauty whenever circumstances were urgent. He just needs to sell himself so that the money flows.
"Then, when I was eighteen, a rich man approached me. He was different from the others and gave me a lot of things I wanted. He offered me a wedding, so I thought heaven was suddenly coming for me."
Who would have thought a lowly woman like Jasmine would suddenly get a perfect man who was not only rich, but also willing to wade through family life together.
When the dream feels increasingly distant, when hope begins to fade, the man laksama oasis whose existence is like a miracle. Her sweet mouth offers love. Something that was foreign to Jasmine's ears.
For the sake of the man, Jasmine had even thought of quitting the night world. She began to train herself to be a good woman and to restore her morality slowly.
He wants to be something that someone deserves. Something that means. Something that has value.
"From the beginning of the meeting, he never once judged what I did. He never looked me down so for the first time in my life, I felt like I was finding a home. Imagine that, Alice. An******** who found his prince. You know how much this is so precious to me."
Jasmine stopped her explanation for a moment. He took a deep breath and confirmed his sitting position. His eyes turned slightly dark, revealing grief.
The discussion began to happen. Jasmine and Jack, her husband, begin to have different points of view. It was then that Jasmine knew, behind Jack's reception, there was still the distrust he had left for Jasmine.
Jack should have believed it. Divide each dream and build a little paradise for them. But instead of doing all that, Jack attacks Jasmine with total distrust and doubt. In her eyes, Jasmine's status was indeed forever as a woman. It will never change.
"The ugliness of my husband long ago began to unfold. Turns out, she married me just for a moment's game. To him, playing with a woman is a sensation in itself. Once he's satisfied, I'll just be the trash Jack can kick whenever he wants.
"He told me to drop my womb out of fear that this child would only become a useless person like me. I rejected her so many times that she finally gave birth to a beautiful daughter. One night, he apologized to me and promised to fix our relationship. Of course I forgive him, because deep down, Jack still remains an angel to me."
As bad as Jack was, Jasmine had always viewed him as the perfect man God had sent for her. A man who can touch his frail side and lift his pain too deep. The man who became a rainbow after the rain.
"Who would have thought on the second night after I made up with him, Jack killed our daughter by strangling her. She said that I was not worthy to give birth to her daughter because I was just a woman who only deserved to be played with. He said the prostitute didn't deserve his last name. A woman like me can't be a part of Jack's life forever. For him, marriage is just a game. Because maybe he's tired of playing with jenset women, so he's playing dirty women like me."
No one knew how hurt Jasmine was to hear the confession. His heart was slashed, like salt water on the wound. How could she not suffer if her own husband chose to kill her flesh and blood just because he was born to a woman as low as Jasmine.
If he's just a game, why would Jack involve his innocent baby? A baby that small still deserves a chance to live. Jack shouldn't have cut off his fragile breath.
Jasmine felt hateful and helpless at the same time. Hate himself for being easily fooled by Jack's cunning charade, and helpless at the sight of his daughter has become a stiff-eyed corpse without being able to save her again.
"I'm sorry to hear it," Alice felt bitter. It must be painful to see our own child lying face-to-face while we have no power whatsoever to change that destiny.
"You know what's worse? He arranged the evidence in such a way that it was as if I was the one who killed my own son. I'm being led to jail on false charges with a witness that Jack bribed to drop my name."
Alice looked at Jasmine's slightly darkened face. At this time although he did not detect the aura of hatred from the woman next to him, but Alice sure must be behind all that still stored great emotions for Jack. Emotions are more than just hate.
Jasmine was a woman who was smart enough to hide emotions. His face only darkened slightly, but did not reflect an overreaction. If anyone happened to catch a glimpse of her, Jasmine must have been told something about simple things.
"How's next?" ask Alice in curiosity.
Jasmine smiled knotfully, full of secrets. "I was thrown out of prison by someone. He was considered my helper. Through it, I learned something. Two years later, I made Jack accept the consequences of his actions."
"Consequences?" Alice was a little surprised.
"Yes. Consequences. I made Jack pay a high price for playing me and killing my daughter. Don't ask me what I did to him. You don't want to know what the details are."
Jasmine smiled meaningfully. Alice could only gulp and turn her gaze the other way.
If Jasmine had said that, Alice would no longer dare to press. He doesn't like to hear horrible details about a murder or anything like that. For him, it was better not to know than to know but to put his mind under pressure.
"By the way, your helper must be a very great person." Alice turned the conversation to another topic.
"certain. He's a great man." Jasmine closed her eyes, refusing to tell the figure to Alice directly. Jasmine did not want him to divulge this secret. Not necessarily the person likes it when he talks about it.
"Oh, maybe your soul mate is actually your own helper." Alice's soul of romance begins to rise. He imagined the strong bond that formed between the helper and the helpless woman that fate had united. Such things are sometimes written in God's secret record.
"Cannot be. He had a perfect life with his own family and I also had my own life. Our relationship is just a pure friendship. No other special relationship."
Jasmine glanced at Alice and tried to hold back her smile. What would happen if the woman beside him was told that Jasmine's helper at that time was Klayver, Alice's own husband.
Yep. Jasmine and Klayver are reunited in unusual circumstances. That's why they have such a strong bond as friends.
They saw each other's flaws. There was a wordless trust that Jasmine had given Klayver, and vice versa.
Although often their transactions are more often based on very expensive prices, but basically their relationship is more on helping and helping each other in emergencies. Money is just a sweetener that makes their business relationship feel reasonable. After all, what if the transaction does not use money if they have abundant wealth.
"I hope you find a suitable person soon and start a real relationship. Believe, Jasmine. There are still good men out there who can accept you for who you are."
Behind Jasmine's tight-fitting gown and cheap appearance, is a fragile woman's heart that needs to be protected and gently embraced. In fact, women are still women. People who need the attention and indulgence of the opposite sex.
"Unfortunately, I no longer believe in people who are called men. I'm more interested in killing him than in taking him as a husband. Although I am currently peddling myself as a lacuer woman, but my heart has long been frozen."
Jasmine smiled smirkingly. What he directed from the women was just dollars and wealth. He was no longer interested in forming a real romantic relationship. The wound that Jack had scratched had made his substitute close.
"You just haven't found the right person yet. In time, if you manage to find it, you will definitely find new happiness. Trust me." Alice patted Jasmine's shoulder gently, trying to support her sincerely.
Not all men are Jack. There were some of them who had pure sincerity and were able to accept Jasmine with their arms wide open. Jasmine just had to believe that. There is no harm in forming new beliefs.
"Unfortunately, I don't really believe. If there is a man who expresses love, I regard his words as just rubbish that I must get rid of. You're too lucky to be living with Klayver. But trust me, Alice. Not every woman is designed to marry."
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