The Rhyme of the Depositary

111 - SEASON 2

This morning Alice had breakfast with Jasmine. Axel leaves for school early in the morning with his driver to avoid the impending rain. Weather forecasts have said there will be extreme rainfall. The boy had brought breakfast in a bag and hoped that when it rained, he would already be at school. Getting caught in the rain in winter is not fun. Alice had already warned Axel about this. Fortunately, the boy obeyed his words.

After Axel's departure, Alice and Jasmine remained. The dining table feels quiet. Since Sila's death by suicide, some of the maids have gone out of work for fear of staying in the same place when their friend died.

The rumors began to spread indefinitely. Some say seeing the appearance of Sila at the end of the kitchen, some say hearing the sound of laughter Sila along with the sound of crying alternating, some even said accompanied by Sila when asleep on the side of the bed.

"Caterine, find some new waitresses to replace the ones who came out!" pinta Alice to Caterine who was still standing quietly in the corner of the kitchen. The Sila Substitute simply nodded stiffly, feeling unsure what to say.

Finding a maid for a home that once used suicide is not something easy. It might not matter if it's still daytime. But the terror began to happen at night. Each of the servants admitted to being scared through night after night. It was as if they were being watched by invisible eyes. Depressing.

"Caterine, stop being afraid and work normally as usual. There is no such thing as a ghost. You just believe too much in baseless myths!" Alice looked at Caterine's face filled with fear. Since Sila's death, Caterine has been one of those people who have been scared every time they are in the kitchen. The kitchen is a place that is often occupied before. It was as if the shadow of Sila was visiting at any moment in this place. Caterine looked full of pressure every time she was in this room.

"I'm sorry, Madam." Caterine just nodded small. He justifies the location of some furniture and busies himself with other things. After settling down, the woman decided to move to another room with the servants.

"She was really scared," Jasmine commented with a small smile. Jasmine believed in life after death, but that didn't mean she was a timid woman like Caterine.

If indeed the spirit of Sila is here, yes already. Let it. As long as we don't bother, we won't be disturbed either. Easy, no? There is no need to cultivate unimportant fears.

"Not just him. The other servants also felt the same way." Alice shook her head in resignation. For a long time he felt his servants were becoming more and more unrealistic in their actions.

"Reg, Alice. These are people who are close to Sila. Automatically they're also the ones most affected by his death." Jasmine explained.

Sometimes, if someone is already afraid, he will easily associate small things with his fear focus all along. The small sound that comes from a mouse can be considered from Sila. The open door is exposed to the wind, thought to be driven by Sila. This house has long been chaotic, full of horror because it was made by the servants themselves. Evidently every night, there are rarely servants who dare to go out of the room after the house lights are turned off. Only William was brave enough to stay active as usual. The old man could only shake his head at the behavior of such servants.

"Their fears are beyond the reasonable limits. Just look at them, Jasmine. Every minute is full of fear. I'm confused how else to."

Jasmine responded to Alice's complaint with a funny laugh. He felt this was ludicrous for a long time. It's like a haunted house in the movies.

"Go home, Alice!" jasmine suggested lightly while finishing her salad.

Alice widened her eyes. Moving home? Just be right. He may have left this house that he had lived in for four years. In every corner of the house is still a beautiful memory for Alice and for Axel. How could he just leave this place?

Every thing in this world, not only has material value. There is emotional value as well. Especially for meaningful things like home. Inside here, many stories are formed. From when Axel was almost two years old until now he was six and a half years old. Each room has a unique story.

"Your advice is absurd." Alice looked at Jasmine in disbelief. For a woman like Jasmine, it must have been easy for her to suggest moving house.

Jasmine is a woman who rarely has any emotional value towards inanimate objects. For him, the house is only a building where he sleeps, rests, and is worth like private property. That's it, nothing more. No wonder Jasmine has often moved house to house, from one apartment to another, from one place to another.

Like a plant, Jasmine has no fixed soil. The roots are very easily diverted wherever he wants. That's how life thinks it is. It was very different from what Alice felt.

"You're too sensitive to inanimate objects, Alice. Home is just home. It's been. Like those. You can buy another one, with a better place and view. Aren't you a property expert? It's easy for you to get whichever house you want."

Justright. That was the thought Jasmine had. A house is just a building. Point.

"Not everything just means matter, Jasmine. This house has a strong sentimental side for me and Axel. You will understand my words if you have a family and have children. Believe this. Your heart will change too!" Alice commented seriously. He looked at Jasmine meaningfully.

One day, no matter when, Alice was sure that Jasmine would find her own way. A good husband, wonderful children, and a perfect family like Alice had.

Jasmine is a good woman. Although his profession is very against the norms of society, but deep in his heart he has a sincere heart and simple dreams like most women in general.

It is not impossible if one day there will come a man strong enough to compensate and treat him well. The man who could love her, accepted all of Jasmine's past. If the moment arrives, Alice promises to support Jasmine's steps and be happy for her.

"Come on, I'm not sure. Such a life doesn't seem to suit me. I may have designed it myself." Jasmine smiled smirkingly.

Family is not something that seems to suit him. Jasmine had lived a long life of her own, doing all things by herself, and keeping all things alone. So unknowingly he has lived this life by relying on his own abilities without anyone else. Once he tried to believe in others, but the results were stifling.

Jasmine once had a husband, but in fact her husband did many things that were unexpected. There was so much sadness that He had gone through, that he no longer believed in the bonds of marriage.

" Jasmine, everyone, especially every woman, wants a normal life. You are too. Someday, I'm sure there will be a man who is good enough to accept you. You just have to believe it's gonna happen."

Jasmine was silent for a long time. Alice simply did not realize what she was saying. Not all women are like that. He had experienced many things, so Jasmine could suggest that some women were not suitable for marriage. Including himself.

Jasmine is quite stubborn. She had experienced a pretty fatal failure in the marriage, so her opinion had already formed automatically. The man he previously thought was good to be the one who could hurt him. So, now Jasmine is not easy to judge men. To him, they are the same. Their desire is only one. Showing passion and passion to women. Nothing more.

"As a modern woman, you're quite a colot, Jasmine." Alice commented with a slight sneer. Jasmine's thinking was very narrow. How could a man approach her if Jasmine alone had created a powerful portal to withstand all the closeness that could possibly be intertwined.

"Maybe. I just don't want to open up a chance to be hurt, Alice. Didn't I tell you my daughter died at the hands of my own husband? It's still very strong in my memory! It wasn't easy for me to close that!"

A very traumatic thing for someone, it is very difficult to just forget. All of it imprints in the deepest recesses of the heart. Like red dots that are difficult to remove just like that. There is and continues to be. It can't be lost.

As powerful as Jasmine tried to forget, she still remembered. The shadow of the pain he was getting. The pain that her husband chastised. All the things he thought his soul would not be able to accept. Even though her husband had been rewarded, still the pain was hard to lose. Something that has been scratched, impossible can disappear easily.

"May one day you find your own happiness, Jasmine. I always wish you the best!" Alice smiled with understanding. It's easy to give advice, but it's not that easy to do it. Alice understands well every difficulty experienced by psychic Jasmine. His heart was once wounded, and not just anyone could remove the wound.

Jasmine gave a small nod, unconsciously stroking her hand. His smile was glistening, imagining a warm feeling that would soon greet him as he became a mother.

The corner of Alice's eyes stared at what Jasmine was doing. He took a deep breath, twisted something.

"So, if you can be honest with me, how many months is your gestational age?" ask Alice suddenly.

"Huh?" Jasmine looked at Alice with wide bulging eyes. He was like a dazed person who did not expect to get such a question at all.

"Say, how old are you now?" alice began to get upset.

Jasmine's eyes twitched in disbelief. He looked confused, very different from his attitude all along.

"You? How do you know?" jasmine asked in shock.

"Over these three days I've seen you stroke your stomach with sparkling eyes. I'm a mother, Jasmine. I know the kind of look you put on your stomach every time you touch it." Alice said patiently.

Ever since Jasmine was in this house, she had already taught Alice a lot, despite still being at the basic level. From physical exercise, standard martial arts, and how to hide emotions while observing the emotions of others.

Although she was no longer doing physical exercise, but Alice's instincts began to be automatically trained every time. He could judge the small emotions of those around him, and draw new conclusions that approached the truth.

Jasmine's actions, simple things she unknowingly did, led Alice to a conclusion. The woman felt the same happiness and protection as Alice as the mother-to-be. It was evident from the caution that the woman did in these three days whenever she went up and down the stairs.

"Am I that clear in expressing myself?"

If Alice alone could know her secret and catch every action of Jasmine, then even Daniel would have easily guessed it as well. Daniel has a stronger and higher instinct than Alice. It seems Jasmine's attitude needs to be addressed. He must be smarter to close himself and express many things he is feeling.

"Not really, actually. But I was a mother who had also lost a baby. So I can tell what it's like to be pregnant. I can judge you by my point of view, Jasmine. My instincts as a mother have been very sharp."

For Alice, Jasmine's expression could be caught because she herself was too. Getting pregnant is something very special. Childbearing, raising her, and giving birth to her are the most special moments.

"Oh, okay. I guess I should be honest with you. My gestational age is probably about eleven or twelve weeks. I don't know, I haven't checked in directly with the doctor." Jasmine grimaced slightly, touching back her stomach full of affection.

Maybe Jasmine's going to see a doctor soon. Check the content more accurately. For now, she would rather enjoy her pregnancy for herself. Imagine all the development that this fetus gets day by day.

"You better go to the doctor. It would be better if your content is checked early. You need me to accompany you?" tawang Alice was understanding..

Alice knows how important friends are in situations like this. She was also helped by Rachel during her early pregnancy. Rachel even acted like a brother and did a lot for him.

"No need, Alice. I'm a pretty independent woman," Jasmine refused as she was. He stared at the white water on the table inside the crystal glass, picked it up, and finished it in one windpipe.

"Is his father Daniel?"

The drink that Jasmine had just wiped was like it was going to come straight out of her throat. Jasmine looked at Alice with a pushy look.

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