The Rhyme of the Depositary

081 - SEASON 2

Brengsek.

That was the word Daniel was ready to spit out to Jasmine over his outrageous behavior. How could the woman, with all the things that were, charge herself in front of Alice.

Oh God. Can't Jasmine do anything other than destroy her own name. Not just his own name. Daniel's name too. Damn indeed. Wasn't there a woman who was reasonably healthy that Daniel could approach other than Jasmine?

This is a mistake. Daniel clenched his teeth full of anger.

Daniel has been given a chance to get to know the woman well and he himself has turned her down. Goody. Blame it himself. Daniel has made trouble.

Daniel sat in the living room, took a bottle of wine and drank it straight from the bottle. He needed to calm down, restore his senses.

Oh God. His body needs to sleep, his mind needs to be fixed, and his brain needs to be straightened again. Overall, Daniel needs an inside out fix.

It seems like a vacation is a pretty good choice. Daniel is tempted to book a ticket and stays at a bungalow for a few weeks. But the company is developing new products. He could not leave the current situation before he was sure that his company had managed to penetrate a fairly good market in the market.

Daniel placed the wine bottle on the glass table and made a small clinking sound. He laid down for a moment on the long sofa in the corner of the room.

Through a small remote, Daniel turned on the sound system that was connected automatically with the playlist of songs in his mobile collection.

A song from the eagles titled hotel california playing soft.

*On a dark desert highway

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas

Rising up through the water

Up ahead in the distance

I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinkingin' to myself

'This could be heaven or this could be hell

Then she lit up a candle

She showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

The Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year (any time of year)

You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted

She got the Mercedes Benz, uh

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

That she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summer sweats

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain

"Please bring me my wine"

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say*

Daniel closed his eyes for a moment. This music slowly ushered in a drowsiness that lately rarely greeted him. Comfortable atmosphere, melodious song, and supportive room conditions make Daniel fall into sleep.

Finally, after a long period of infrequent sleep, Daniel felt comfortable being lulled by a feeling of drifting as his consciousness shifted to another dimension.

An hour or so Daniel slept in this room. Song by song rotates automatically until it is not felt, returning to the first list.

Daniel's sleep was initially restful, but then a dream was present through his subconscious. A dream he didn't expect at all.

Daniel felt he was in a beautiful garden. Around it are many tulips blooming. The soft light of the sun looks like heavenly rays. The spring breeze rustled coolly, sending a sense of comfort.

In the midst of it all, there was a graceful woman with a long dress touching the ground who turned her back on Daniel. Her back was beautiful, as if showing her pure beauty. Her hair is golden. It was blown slowly by the wind and made it even more graceful.

Daniel walked slowly. He set foot on the spring ground that was beginning to feel warm. The softness of the ground greeted his naked skin perfectly.

This is paradise. Daniel said in his heart. There is no such thing as perfect tranquility, no peace as beautiful as this.

I don't know what kind of deed Daniel was sent to this place, which he obviously felt lucky for. It is a miracle to be standing here, enjoying a view as beautiful as the paradise garden.

Daniel was still slowly walking toward a woman who moved his heart. The woman had the aura of a goddess. His hands have a beautiful texture. His fingers flick with gurgling.

Daniel feels he has found a rare oasis. His long untouchable passion bubbled unstoppably. In the middle of this garden, in the middle of the sea of tulips, it was he who was the core of it all. A center that Daniel wanted.

Daniel moved closer to the woman. The fragrance brought out a new pure fragrance this time Daniel smelled.

After their distance was close, slowly, carefully, Daniel grabbed the tip of the woman's fingers. The fingers looked soft and fitting for Daniel to hold. He squeezed it slowly, feeling a deep acceptance.

Daniel's heart trembled. There was a comfort that he could not explain. There was a longing that was swept away as their touch intertwined.

Daniel's left hand held the woman's stomach while his head he rested into the gap of her neck. The woman still had not reacted. He just calmly accepted every single thing Daniel did to him.

Daniel took a sip of the scent of the rose emanating from the woman, inhaled it deeply and kept it deep into the chest. After a long time in this position, Daniel turned the woman in order to see the face he wanted.

The face resembled a figure he was familiar with.

Jasmine.

Daniel opened his eyelids suddenly and ended the dream he was feeling. All the beauty in the dream that he had just obtained was spoiled by the last reality.

The woman in her dream is Jasmine.

Oh God. Of all the women, why should Jasmine fill her dreams. Why not just famous artists, or even hot models are okay. As long as it's not Jasmine.

It had been enough that all his thoughts were swirling around on Jasmine and all the things that the woman had messed up from his mind.

Daniel rubbed his eyes very hard, made himself aware and stood quickly towards the nearest sink.

Emotionally, Daniel turned on the faucet and wetted his face evenly. He glanced at the clock at a glance and realized two hours had passed since he had slept on the sofa.

Two hours of her precious possession. Two hours of rest. Successfully confused by the shadow of a woman named Jasmine. Really fucking. What sin did Daniel commit that he was trapped by the shadow of that cheap woman?

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Alice stared at the night. There are no stars in the sky. Darkness seemed to be in full control, drowning every point of light that emerged from the sky.

The wind was blowing very hard. Several windows rattled as the sides touched each other. The sound of trees from the backyard was clearly moved by the wind.

Here, in this room, Alice pondered alone. She stared out, holding back all the yearning she had for her husband.

Clayvers. How is her husband now? Does the man remember himself as Alice remembers him? Is there a little shadow about Alice as Alice is always haunted by her shadow?

Tears are starting to melt. Alice's face changed. In my heart, there is a big enough determination.

Starting with this detail, he will try to be strong. So Alice deserves to be with Klayver. So Klayver does not have to face everything alone. So she does not need to be a weak woman who can only be protected.

She wanted to be the woman Klayver was worth. He wanted to bear the same burden for Klayver. He wants to be a lifelong friend to Klayver.

The love Alice had was enormous. The desire to survive with Klayver was able to defeat his remaining common sense.

Alice touched her flat stomach and whispered softly.

"We're going to start going little by little to be strong and be able to accompany Daddy in every condition and circumstance, dear. Be a great kid."

Clear tears withered down, drenching the floor forming small puddles.

Alice wailed in solitude. For whatever reason, he swore to keep his love. The one with whom he gave up his whole life.

Elsewhere, in a corner of New York City, a man was wrapping his bloodied arm. A cloth that is part of the end of the shirt he torn and used as a makeshift bandage to cover the wound that continues to bleed.

The shirt fabric which was originally navy blue became red in a quick time. The man only hissed a little at the change. He slipped a gun behind his waist and sat down and enjoyed the night.

No longer did he feel the pain that struck because of the incision of a sharp object that he got in his left arm. What he felt right now was a longing. A deep longing from the heart for a beloved woman.

Klayver smiled slightly, enjoying the night sky.

After a few nights ago he killed Rico and Pollo, he has just killed three federal agents who are after him simultaneously.

Although they could be incapacitated, in the process Klayver injured several incisions of sharp objects in his left arm and leg. Lucky that's all he got. Klayver wasn't hurt by their gunfire. If he gets shot, maybe tonight his fate will be different.

Clayver can no longer relax. The enemy is after him more and more at all times. Like interest-bearing loans, each time he could subvert one enemy seemed to grow a hundred new enemies.

For a long time this hunt was tiring.But Klayver did not dare to stop. There would only be a bad ending if he were to stop in this process.

Klayver is not just a fugitive for the mafia. But also the official agents of domestic and foreign governments. For now, the focus is on the domestic enemy. If this is all done, Klayver can then focus on hunting down the enemy outside.

To eradicate pests, one must dare to look for the roots and take with a total of each seedling of the disease.

In order to live a new life with a safe Alice, Klayver must end every animosity and leave no chance of trouble.

The road is long, winding, and steep. But a great man must be strong through all the processes. There is no straight path in every situation. Everything needs rocks as test kits.

Klayver closed his eyes in front of the dilapidated house building, away from the city. He feels peace. Night has always been his friend. Realizing that Alice was still in the same place, waiting for her, waiting for her, made her feel happy.

Klayver has a home. A gentle woman where her smile was as bright as the spring sun. A woman who is willing to do anything for her. A woman who can survive to the end with herself.

Clayver will also have a child. The petite creature that would call him father, wrestled spoiled by his side, waited for every story from him, and depended on him in total.

God has given sweetness in every bittersweet Klayver ever tasted. God had given him a home when he was almost lost. What else is he still complaining about?

Even though he had to go through a thousand hells and thousands of sufferings in order to keep what he had now, Klayver was willing. That's why he chose to jump over all enemies alone with a lot of risk. Just for the sake of a happy ending with his beloved wife.

The night air is getting worse. The cold began to seep into each of Klayver's bones. But instead of being distracted, the man closed his eyes and enjoyed the night.

Lying here, out in the open near the dilapidated city, accompanied by the darkness of the night, is a serenity of its own.

Clayver is satisfied with himself now. Klayver is satisfied with his current situation. He now has a stronger mentality in fighting for the goal of happiness with his small family.

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