The Rhyme of the Depositary
101 - SEASON 2
Daniel was silent for a long time.
How else could she define the beauty she was seeing? The hundreds of women he had found had never been able to move his interest in such a way. Hundreds of beauties out there no one can bang on his response in a way that is beyond reason. It was as if his senses were only created for a Jasmine.
This may be the madness Daniel never expected. But every joint of his body had indeed only trembled stronger ever since he discovered Jasmine. The tremor was even greater than when he was with Alice. Something Daniel never thought possible.
The world is funny sometimes. Our eyes, though they function, can sometimes be blind. Our conscience, though alive, sometimes chooses to vanish. What is morally undervalued, it is able to awaken our illogical desires and passions.
What other formula does Daniel rely on right now? When her focus was lost and when her attention was chaotic, she just wanted to lean on something stronger. It did not seem to have succeeded in resuscitating his heart which had turned to an improper object. Really funny.
"A few days ago you left the money you were supposed to bring. The money you pay." Daniel said in a slightly hardened voice. He was still staring at Jasmine who was in the water and did not move in the slightest.
"Oh."
That was the only reaction Jasmine gave. He started moving to the side of the pool and raised his body slowly. Water dripped from her hair, creating a new puddle on the wood-patterned ceramic floor. Every step that Jasmine took gave off a trace of water marks. Makes her like a water goddess who comes out to welcome the changing of the seasons.
Slowly, Jasmine walked towards Daniel to pick up a tosca towel which she sipped on a chair not far from the man. The wind blew quite fiercely, making Jasmine's body shiver slightly.
"I guess a woman like you doesn't really like outdoor activities in the fall like this." Daniel commented while observing Jasmine was using the towel to make the flow of water absorbed in the soft cloth.
"What kind of woman am I?" Jasmine asked back.
The woman sat him on a chair by the side of the pool and straightened her legs on a specially designed chair. Jasmine tried as casually as she could in the face of Daniel. For all, the man did not have the right to present a reson more than he should.
"Slack girl." Daniel smiled slightly, not feeling the slightest bit of guilt.
The insolent man. Jasmine was far from being lazy. She always gets up earlier than others, practices physically every day, takes care of business crazily just for the sake of increasing profits, and does many other things that most women cannot do.
Daniel judged it too much with one eye. Indeed for Daniel Jasmine is always nothing, except a lowly woman who is ready to wear only with a male order.
Daniel is not to blame either. After all, it was Jasmine who had encouraged Daniel to have such an opinion.
"I don't care in your eyes I'm a lazy, boring, stupid woman. You can go somewhere else to find your perfect woman. Don't tell me you don't have the capital for that. A man like you should easily drag a woman to a wedding. You won't run into much of a hitch in there unless you have a certain disorder."
Jasmine emphasized the word 'abnormal' seriously. Who knew the man did indeed have a carefully hidden abnormality. Everything can happen, right?
Daniel's rapture darkened as he heard Jasmine's comment. The woman deliberately cornered him, making it seem as if his interest in women was questionable.
"I don't think I need to prove myself after we both know I have a tendency to be physically fit in women. Aren't you your own witness?" Daniel asked with intent.
Their gazes turned to each other, demanding Jasmine to re-play the memory of their togetherness a few days ago.
Alright. If Daniel meant to recall Daniel's normal orientation, the man succeeded. Incredibly.
"I sometimes forget about that night, considering that I often do the same thing to other men so that the incident is stacked by other events." Jasmine lied.
Jasmine tried her hardest to show that Daniel had no more meaning to her. Even though it's the opposite. That night was very difficult. Overshadowing Jasmine in every solitude she has. Especially at night when we go to sleep.
"No surprise. From the beginning I knew you were such a woman. I was just one of your sources of money passing by for a moment. It's just that, when you left, you forgot to take the money with you." Daniel reached into his back pocket, took out some cash and handed it to Jasmine.
Of money. That's what he's been looking for his whole life. Something he has worshipped since he was fourteen years old. Without that thing, Jasmine's life had long been in ruin.
The world can be cruel. When he was a teenager, if Jasmine was not smart to use the assets she had, she would have long been stuck on the side of the road and ended up in an orphanage or foster parents.
Jasmine had long since taken a lesson from every single thing. A woman must be strong and dare to go through many rules if she still wants to survive. Including being a woman. Every time and what he has become public property, aka business.
Wearing? Indeed indeed. The myris? Hugely. But there is something worse and more sad. Slowly die of hunger. Jasmine swore she would not kill herself in such a ridiculous manner even though she had to sell principles. Let his name be broken. Let the morality be fucked. As long as he can eat and has a roof to shelter, it's fine to pawn all that. All the plots are set up in such a way. Jasmine just lived it. It's up to others to judge what it looks like.
"alright. I accepted. As a customer, you are honest in the transaction." Jasmine took the money proffered by Daniel, counting it slowly to make sure the amount was in line with what they agreed and smiling in satisfaction.
"You added two hundred dollars. Is that your guilt for not paying me directly?"
"You're the one who's wrong has just left the money behind. Let's just say that money is a form of mercy from me."
Jasmine stood up gracefully and threw the additional two hundred dollars she had received in the pool just like that.
"I don't need the generosity of men, Mr. Strangers. You have to remember that!" he said sharply with laughter here as he passed away leaving Daniel alone.
Let alone the man know, even though Jasmine was a paid woman, it did not mean that she carelessly accepted the tariff. He only accepted the amount he agreed. No less, no more.
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The days passed quickly. Alice was allowed to return home, although she had to take extra breaks without being allowed to do exhausting activities. All day long the woman grumbled because she was not allowed to do anything. Even the breakfast was always brought by the waiter, Caterine, a twenty-year-old young lady in Sila's stead.
Please have returned to this house, but the situation is still not able to do strenuous activities. His breath gets worse. She even had seizures several times and was called a private doctor by Alice.
Upon Sila's return from the hospital, she was not getting better, but actually experiencing many symptoms of pain that Alice did not understand. Alice had asked Jasmine, but apparently the woman only answered Alice's uneasiness in passing.
The personal doctor Alice called did not give any more information than to tell Sila to rest regularly. Alice simply nodded her head slightly, trying to believe the doctor's explanation even though her little heart was still wondering. No patient came home from the hospital but the situation was getting worse. What is, if the patient is still unstable, the doctor will definitely not allow Sila to go home.
Jasmine who knew Alice's suspicions could only shut up. He had known Sila's true condition. The poison that Black Hell gave off was a long-term slow poison whose effects remained. The medicals have raised their hands with this. Doctors can only contain the spread of the poison, but death remains a sure thing. So, rather than prolonging the pain that Sila felt, William and Jasmine had agreed to let Sila go through the process naturally.
The personal doctor has known the symptoms of poisoning Please. But for Alice's sake, William made the doctor close his mouth tightly.
The surprising thing is the incident that happened after four days since Sila's return. At that time Alice was still sitting casually on the balcony of the room enjoying the breakfast made by Caterine. Axel was not far from her with Helena. Since Alice was advised to increase her dose of rest, Helena kept Axel tighter than ever. He made sure that the little boy's liveliness did not interfere with Alice's rest.
"Madam," call Caterine suddenly. He entered Alice's bedroom door with a deathly pale face.
"What's wrong?" ask Alice to worry.
Caterine looks confused. The brown-skinned woman with shoulder-length curls seemed to be thinking of something.
What he wants to say may not be good news. Alice is in a state of unwell, bad news can make her mind burdened. But if it's not delivered, this news is too important. Sooner or later, Alice will know this too. With this in mind, Caterine finally chooses to tell her employer the truth.
"If you are dead. He was found dead by hanging himself on the ceiling of his room half an hour ago."
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