The Rhyme of the Depositary

154 - SEASON 2

Two days Violin and Alice were taken prisoner in this house. They are kept in check and fed. Even so, no one ate their share completely. Violin moreover. He was busy with his thoughts. James, who occasionally visited his wife, could do nothing. After all, it was all because of him. Violin slowly loses her taste and desire for life. The glow in his eyes was not as strong as before. His face darkened and the evening. It was as if the burden of the heart only felt alone.

Violin's performance is getting messy. Her hair is not straight. He also refused to be taken care of by some servants sent by James. Her clothes have not changed since they last wore them. Like a doll, Violin began to look damaged and malfunctioning. He rejected all the efforts of James's men who were trying to take care of his performance. For Violin, why take care of herself if the ending that awaits her is the end of the trgagis? It's like the man who had dinner before the day of the execution. One could no longer taste a good dish.

Violin doesn't know how much her conscience will hold. He didn't know to what point his logic worked. Losing James' loyalty still hurt him. As powerful as Violin tried to rethink, she always did not manage to gain an understanding. Why did her husband choose to betray her? Is that as bad as his sin until James chose to attack him secretly? Using cunning means and deceiving him all out.

In fact, Violin's heart was tethered to James. Soul merges. Her dream was to share it with her husband. But the ending that awaited him was not in accordance with the original expectations of Violin.

Violin tries to lean on reality. He tried to get up and collect fragments of consciousness. But free. His mentality is always chaotic whenever he understands the fact that he was thrown away by the person he loves just like that.

Why can life make fun of him so cruelly? Violent Violin he never tried to hurt and trap those closest to him. Violin has a strong limit in every way. Family is what he protects. For their sake, even if life were a bet, Violin would have done it.

But it seems that fate is not friendly with him. What he tried to do all this time resulted in a huge disappointment. James, the one who was most unlikely to harm him, now stood opposite Violin as the enemy. Too surprising.

Violin's tears had flowed countless times. The sadness he had felt beguiling, defeating his consciousness. Until then three days after her captivity, Violin was unconscious. The strong woman who was anti-pressed, was now drooping weakly helplessly. It shows the great defeat he felt.

Moments later after Violin collapsed, James came to her room. The man stared at the old woman who had accompanied his life for decades.

The chain still held his arms and legs. James can't get that thing off Violin. His wife is a strong woman. He could have looked for a gap to escape if James had given it some leeway. James can't do that. He still needed Violin longer by his side.

Slowly, James grabbed his wife's body and confirmed his position to be more comfortable. Violin's face was deathly pale. His eyelids showed dark circles. Her cheeks turned thin in just a few days. His hair and appearance look tangled in an unkempt manner.

Slowly, James released the chain on Violin's arm. There were circular reddish marks on his hands and feet. The scars look a little severe and appear at some point began to scratch the skin and show dry blood in the form of small patches.

"Bring me warm water and cloth!" James told one of the servants in his house to take what he wanted. The trusted servant immediately rushed to take what James wanted.

Before long, James took off his Violin outfit and replaced it with another shirt that felt softer and warmer to withstand the cold. He took care of Violin painstakingly. He wiped his wife's body gently. The woman was still unconscious and unconscious.

Maybe Violin's tired. Maybe Violin's starting to give up. James looked at the growing despair every time from Violin's eyes. He actually wanted to grab his wife and calm this woman down as usual. Actually, behind the stubbornness that Violin has, stored the fragility of the great. The woman lost her way every time she lost someone close to her. Long time ago, Violin lost Klayver. James watched for himself the slowly destruction of his beloved woman.

Now, the Violins will be at risk of losing James and Klaver again. It must not have been easy for the woman to remain in this state. Who is the woman who is strong enough to let go of those closest to her just like that? Moreover, those closest people are threatened to disappear by cruel ways.

After she had finished dressing, James rewired the chain on each of Violin's wrists and legs, and held it at the end of the bed. This time James tried to coat Violin's arm with a soft cloth, hoping the chain wouldn't hurt his wife too much.

Honestly, James still loves Violin. It would be hypocritical if he said his conscience was not in contact every time he thought he was going to finish off Violin. That woman has become a part of her life. Half his soul. They have good memories of the past. From small things to big things. All of that still stuck firmly in James's mind.

Soon, those memories will be gone. Throw with Violin's life. James wishes Violin's death was quick and painless. He believes Violin is a good person. God will give us a place in heaven. He'll be with the angel later. Far from James, far from this world.

While James. He has already sold his soul for ambition. His conscience starts to go out all the time. He's like the one who made a deal with the devil. If there is a place for James in another dimension, James believes it is hell. Full of torment and hardship.

"Enhm …."

A slow movement was performed by Violin. The woman began to realize. Slowly, his eyelids trembled several times before finally opening fully.

"James?" Violin was surprised to find her husband sitting not far from her. He felt something different. His body felt more comfortable than before. Slowly, Violin looked at herself and found that the warm cotton pajamas had wrapped them perfectly. He had changed clothes after three days and three nights wearing the same clothes.

Not far from the Violin, there was a small basin filled with water and cloth that seemed to have just been used. Violin stared at the basin for a little while and guessed James had taken care of it.

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you just let me?" violin asked not to understand.

James has hurt him deeply. Why would the man keep paying attention to Violin for little things like this?

James is now a man of contradictions. He did something that often went against his goal.

"Because I don't want to see you screwed up and lose!" James answered honestly. His eyes panned deeply, as if he had his own wounds every time he saw his wife give up.

"You've beaten me decisively, James. You've done a lot of cruel things to me. Isn't that what you expected? Shouldn't you feel like winning seeing me slumped and screwed?" A protest came out of Violin's lips. The woman was psychically tired. He could no longer afford to argue with James.

"Yes. But I don't like to see you give up and lose. Can you show high self-esteem at the end of your life? So you'll welcome death with your strong soul?" James looked at the ceiling.

During their marriage, James had always wanted to see the woman lose to him. He wants to be the dominant person. He wants to be number one. He wants to be made a Qibla.

In fact, after all that happened, there was a pain for James to see the violin that was down. There was a strong sense of disbelief in the depths of his heart. He wanted to somehow, James again grabbed the Violin and made it bounce back. That woman has long been her candlestick. He was James' weakness. Thinking of Violin always managed to make James feel a sense of contention.

"I'm tired, that's the truth. Why do I pretend to be strong and feel like I'm winning?" Violin chuckled small. Tears flowed back from the corner of the eye. His lips were interested in forming a cynical grin. This is the real defeat. Makes Violin even weaker and more helpless.

Something hit James' chest cavity when he saw the clear water flowing slowly on the cheek of the woman who was still his wife. Tears that James rarely saw in Violin's life. Now, the tears were flowing because it was triggered by James himself.

"Why are you doing this to me, James? What sins do I have in your life that you repay me in this way?" ask Violin rhetorically.

James was silent. He understood all the protests that Violin was trying to ask. Maybe if James was in the same position, he would ask the same question as well.

"Sometimes, a person does not need to commit a sin in order to have much difficulty in his life. You just don't fit in with me, Violin. You're too dominant and too loud. I can't keep going on with our marriage unless I'm just gonna stand up as a pathetic coward. Sorry, Violin. I chose to be the winner and get rid of you. I hope you can go to heaven in peace. You are an amazing woman. It must be easy for you to get a decent place."

Violin was silent for a long time. His eyes still drained clear water. His eyes are still not back. He was caught in an even bigger defeat. James' confession was like a powerful blow to Violin.

Painfully, Violin looked at her husband. He swallowed a few times. Her lips twitched before she finally said something.

"But I want a place with you. No matter how bad a place you're going to be, I want to be the woman who follows you. You're my home, James. How can I go back to a place where you weren't there?"

James freezes. He managed to find a speck of love reaction from his wife. The love he was trying to betray.

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