The Rhyme of the Depositary

104 - SEASON 2

Jasmine stood in the backyard at night. He had played with Axel for two hours to replace Helena when she was out on business.

Playing with a child makes Jasmine's memory go back several years. When he used to still have a daughter he could hug whenever he wanted. The warmth of a baby makes his now strong soul feel weakened suddenly.

Oh God. Jasmine remembers hugging the warm body of her son who breathes regularly. The movements of her tiny fingers. His plain eyes. Her sweet crying.

All of that he had before. His soul had once been doused in such warmth in an unbelievably great manner. It's just that, beautiful things are often taken quickly. Life intentionally mocks him.

Jasmine covered her face with both palms. His chest rumbled violently. The only thing that could hurt him the most in this world was the memory of his daughter. The most sacred thing that he got from life as well as something that was snatched away in a cruel way.

Oh God. Could heaven exist? If there was, he wanted if there was a little bit of his kindness left, he would give his reward to his daughter as a ticket to get a better place. The contrary. The thousands of sins he had let him bear alone. Let God punish him one, lest his daughter be dragged away by his actions.

Jasmine stared at the watch in hand and stared at the figure that stood out. At 20:10 Manhattan time. Jasmine looked at the night sky, felt hollow, and then turned away from the backyard.

He needs some entertainment tonight. With a quick step, Jasmine searched for William's whereabouts. As expected, the man was not far from her. Precisely in the back room which is only a difference of two rooms from the yard.

This back room was designed in such a way by William with his expertise. A set of wooden chairs with special backrests that are said to be imported directly from Dubai makes this furniture look beautiful. There are rare special Persian carpets, he said. Jasmine did not understand that much. He just enjoyed William's special room.

"William," call Jasmine.

The man was sitting down to check household expenditure reports this month. Night doesn't let William laze around. He is a man who likes to work hard and does not let himself neglect responsibility.

"Yes?" the old man looked at it. His attention returned to his report. Next to his hand was carrying a ballpoint pen, while next to him was holding a map containing numbers.

"I'll be out for a minute. You're fine I left alone to look after Alice, aren't you?" jasmine asked to make sure.

"It's okay. Go, Jasmine. Women your age need to have fun!" William waved his hand and nodded in understanding.

As long as Jasmine was in this house, she worked hard enough to keep Alice and stay by her side. She needs to have her own privacy to get on with her life. Fun, for example.

Once in a while Jasmine needs to go out, out of the rigid confines that she applies herself. William understood that very well.

"alright. I'm going out. Call me if anything happens." Jasmine passed into the room to change clothes and polished herself quickly. After that he went downstairs, picked up one of the car keys in the garage and opted for a simple black SUV.

Jasmine headed to the nearest club. A black glasses perched in his eyes. Her pretty face she polishes quite boldly. A maroon colored lip dye he perfect with a mini dress color that cut quite high from the knee.

Tonight the autumn air is still biting. But Manhattan's activities are still alive and not affected in the least. The city is twenty-four hours non-stop. It offers many things from the simple to the most special.

Jasmine had been in the urban frenzy for a long time. He relies on living from the metropolis and from its hedonistic inhabitants. It is their desire for pleasure that makes women like Jasmine have the opportunity to develop any form of pleasure.

Jasmine smiled with a smile. He had been stuck in a cycle like this for a long time. Harnessing every one's negative ambition satisfies every one of the dirty desires of the striped-nose men. I don't know if this will happen until when. This cycle was like a demon wheel that kept spinning, dragging many previously sacred things into filthy and cheapness.

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The music inside the club sounded jarring. The scattered individuals filled the ground floor, dancing to each other passionately following the beat of the rhythm. The night is getting late. But the life of this club has just begun. No tired bodies in sight. Everything was like a bunch of energetic people who planned to spend the entire night in pseudo-pleasure.

There were one or two people who looked filled with depression. Stress leads a life full of root problems. But that number is only a handful of the total number of visitors. Minorities like this are covered by those who are more dominant.

"You okay?" ask a bartender who has known Daniel for a long time.

"good. Just losing my passion all the time." Daniel shrugged both of his shoulders in a bit of despair.

He's feeling confused. His life has been perfect, his job is fine, his business is growing, his career skyrocketing, but the void he has is getting bigger.

Actually, what's wrong with him? Everything he did was just following the theories of many good people. Economic and financial success is an early success that can open the gates to many things in this world In fact, the theory remains a theory. What is rated as the main formula does not always run exactly as expected.

The emptiness that Daniel has remains, settles in the depths of the heart and is not lost despite being eroded by time.

"Try something new!" the bartender's proposal. His handsome face was full of meaning, directing his gaze to the group of women without a partner who was not far from where they were.

"I'm lazy to approach women." Daniel smiled weakly. He just looked at the women with an uninterested look.

"alright. If women fail to get your attention, you may have a problem. Let's not say your interest has shifted to another gender." The bartender frowned slightly, imagining Daniel's abnormal sexual orientation.

Danie who heard that could only laugh out loud. Losing interest in women does not mean that the orientation is changing to gay. Oh God. He's still normal inside. There was no abnormality in him. Just an endless emptiness. Clear emptiness will not disappear if filled by men.

"I'm not a gay person, but I'm not gay at all. My soul is healthy when it comes to sexual orientation. Maybe right now, I'm just a little lazy. Entannas. I'm tired of doing anything." Daniel stretched his hand weakly, feeling unable to clearly describe what he was feeling.

"I hope you can resolve your own complaints soon. Try to have some fun tonight, Bro!" The bartender gave advice and was soon busy with another order. In a moment, Daniel became neglected. He was like a man without direction who was left lost in the crowd.

Perhaps, this is what is called true loneliness. When your body is among the hustle and bustle of people, but your mind feels alone. Like a person without direction and without purpose.

Wearing indeed. Even the glitter of the night world no longer had any value in Daniel's eyes. The man just sat staring, his gaze turned to the ground floor which presented a lot of diverse human dances.

Daniel felt overwhelmed and decided to just go home. It is free if he is here just lamenting the loneliness of himself without being friends with the situation. It would be better to go back home, drink wine alone and get drunk in a private room. Let the mute walls hear every swearing from the bottom of his heart. Do not let him grumble in front of strangers when drunk and will only be made fun of.

Roughly, Daniel opened the wallet, took out a few pieces of money, and left them at the counter table under his crystal drinking glass. He stood up without spirit. As he had just taken a few steps, his gaze was held back by something. Not something. Someone, exactly.

There, not far from where Daniel was standing, was a very familiar woman on the dance floor. He was dancing boldly among the hordes of men. Her red mini dress wrapped perfectly, showing off her prized assets. Her short blonde hair was left unraveled, moving in harmony with her dance.

Daniel stared in dislike when he saw a man touching the woman's waist. He clenched his teeth and swore.

"Jasmine," she said softly, still shocked to realize that the woman was in the same club as him, enjoying an inappropriate dance.

Quickly, Daniel walked into the crowd. His hand split automatically every barrier that existed. His eyes were on only one woman. The woman who seems to be now no longer fully aware, because her movements are starting to get out of control.

Drunken. That was the only explanation Daniel could take from his vision. Jasmine, the stubborn and most complicated woman she knows, chooses to get drunk at a nightclub.

Actually natural. Women like Jasmine have all the list of vices in the world. It is strange to see the woman just drunk now after more than a month and a half she was in Manhattan without doing this kind of immoral act. But seeing it like this, was able to evoke another reaction from Daniel's heart.

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