The Rhyme of the Depositary

160 - SEASON 2

Today is James' funeral. Violin took her husband's body to Washington and buried it properly. She made fake news about the cause of her husband's death to the media. All of it was for the sake of covering up the good name and for the sake of protecting Klayver as well. In this way, the stability of the Violin family is maintained.

Like the widow her husband left behind, Violin showed deep sorrow. She shed tears nonstop, even forced to be sustained by her other children. Everyone is surprised. Not expecting James died in a tragic accident at the age of not too old.

Tragic accident.

That's what Violin told the media and the public. For James' sake, she could relent and cover up her husband's disgrace

The love that Violin had for James never faded. Even after what James did for her. It doesn't change what his heart feels.

Disappointed there is. Heartache clearly happened. But the taste that already exists, it is difficult to be taken for granted. For Violin, it was like an oath. Once he swore, he was bound for his entire life. Although trials. Even if the disaster hits. What God brings together is said to be inseparable by man. Those words have a point. Violin marriage ties that occur, will not be damaged by anything.

Klayver was often amazed by her mother. That woman is a difficult figure to understand. His stubbornness was wrapped in endless kindness.

The Klayver brothers were informed of all the events in detail. Violin doesn't want to keep secrets from her children. They all deserve to know what happened.

Beyond a doubt, everyone was able to accept well. No one even blames Klayver at all. Including Violin. Everyone knows Klayver's actions are based on power. The man had already borne the brunt of the great guilt. They all did not want to add to Klayver's burden by over-judging. Instead of blaming, they all embrace each other and encourage each other. This is the existence of a real family. All understand each other, accept, and understand each other.

When the funeral procession was over, Violin walked with Alice. The woman's eyes still showed sorrow, but her attitude was already better than before. At least, Violin's not acting like an undead anymore. His consciousness is back. The response was also normal.

"You want to go straight back to Manhattan?" ask Violin. They stared at the morning light on the brightly colored eastern horizon. Winter is almost over. Soon spring is greeting.

"No. Maybe I'll be here for the next few days. It's okay, isn't it?" Alice still could not bear to leave Violin alone.

"Good! I like that." Violin showed her smile. He rubbed Alice's arm affectionately.

Violin's face this time looks more aging than before. There were faint curses that appeared in just a matter of days. Could it be that losing James has brought the Violin down?

"What's up, Alice?" violin asked not to understand.

"It's okay. I just ... just feel lucky to have in-laws like you."

Clear tears flowed gently down Alice's cheeks. At this moment Alice felt helpless and endured the lingering pain. The fine mask worn by Violin felt punching Alice with its own strength. Behind all that, Alice knows Violin keeps her own fragility.

"Don't cry, baby! You're a strong woman. Tragedy will not bring you down. You'll even grow stronger and bigger later!" Violin rubbed the side of her daughter-in-law's face sincerely. He patted Alice's cheek slowly as a form of affection.

"Shouldn't I have told you that?" Alice chuckles a little, catches Violin's hand and kisses the woman's fingertips lovingly. Violin has managed to become a replacement for Alice's long-lost mother. His love is limitless. The acceptance amounted to the acceptance of the biological mother. Meeting him was a lucky thing.

"You're a whiny woman!" Violin tried to make fun of Alice in a joking tone.

"Yes. I'm too whiny. Even now I'm crying for you!" Alice was honest.

Tears are the language of the heart. He was created for deep and special reasons. This time, Alice's tears were triggered by the circumstances that befell Violin.

"Forku? Why?"

"Because you're too busy pretending that you're okay and trying to be normal. While I know you're devastated inside out. Why cover all that? Why do we suffer sorrow alone? Don't your wounds here become more painful and grow many times?" Alice pointed at Violin's chest.

A person is made fragile and has certain limitations. The deep, covered-up pain of pretense will only be a superficial false face.

Violin is currently destroyed. Alice knows that. It should be if Violin wants to use a mask in a public place is okay. But when they were together and there was no one else, why was that woman still wearing her mask? Isn't Violin tired?

"Isn't life a charade? We are just small roles that inevitably affected by the effects of existing formulas. I'm really sick and destroyed amazingly here!" Violin pointed at her own chest. "But no matter how loud I scream and scream, it won't change the situation. The tragedy happened and we cannot refuse it. Still bad things greet us and inevitably we can only smile lose."

Violin was honest. He made his complaint blatantly. Alice herself said she knew the Violin was destroyed. Why should he lie now? Wouldn't a lie just be a cruel joke?

Losing James was a terrible defeat. Not just losing James. He lost his loyalty at the last moment.

The person we love, the person we adore, the person we think is capable of being part of ourselves, suddenly turns around and opposes us. What else would happen if it wasn't total destruction?

Still saved a lot of questions from the mind of Violin. What made a man like James betray him. What a big mistake Violin milili. If Violin's fault was indeed fatal, why was he left lost for thirty-five years. All that makes Violin feel like hitting an invisible concrete wall.

If James were still alive, if he could still stand, he would ask thousands of similar questions. Just to know the extent to which Violin stupidity has run all this time.

"Never blame yourself, Violin! You're a great woman. You're a tough woman. No one should judge your personal life!" Alice was serious. She began to see the guilt that appeared slowly in her beautiful in-laws eyes. Alice guesses after James' death, Violin will inevitably face her psychic too often with a new burden of guilt. It was as if what happened to James was purely his fault.

"You're right, Alice! You right! I shouldn't burden myself with a new, insignificant guilt!" Violin's smile was more sincere this time. It seemed that the woman was quite able to take the advice Alice gave.

"Here, in the depths of my heart, I still keep asking. Why would a man I love so much do all that? What great shortcomings do I have? He didn't just dump me. But he even intended to finish me off. You know what that means? So painful! I formed a family with James for a very long time. Until I thought I knew all the loopholes he had."

Violin's gaze stared far ahead. He has been through a lot with James. When he is healthy, sick, angry, happy, upset, and all. But the man still chose to leave. Get out of the life of Violin in the most tragic way.

"Mom! Mama!" Angel's voice caught up with them from afar. Angel is one of Klayver's younger siblings. She's a woman who's closer to Violin than any of Klayver's brothers.

"Wait me. You spend too much time with your son-in-law. Until I forget for a long time!" Angel chuckled slightly, seeing the closeness between Violin and Alice.

Inwardly, Angel was lucky enough to have a sister-in-law like Alice. Not only could he accept Klayver, but he could also accept Klayver's short-lived extended family here and there.

"Oh, really? Haha. Alice is a pretty attractive woman actually. He's the one who can compensate me!" Violin tries to curl.

"Does that mean I can't keep up with you as your own daughter?" Angel increasingly chuckles amusedly to see his mother who defends Alice.

"Of course, honey. You are my daughter." Gently, Violin grabbed Angel and kissed her cheeks like a child.

Grief enveloped them again. There were gazes of pain passing by in their eyes but soon changed with something else. Alice just bowed in. He knew at the bottom of their hearts, there was still a gaping deep wound and it was hard to heal. Perhaps, only time could saturate them. Only time can answer that wound will stop where it is.

"Let's go home. The funeral is getting quiet." Angel grabbed Violin's arm and Alice's arm on the left and right sides simultaneously. He led them out of the cemetery. The atmosphere in this place made them all uncomfortable. Angel does not like to see her mother dragged into grief.

"What if we try dinner out tonight?" jasmine had an idea.

The house tonight will definitely feel bland. The pain and loss have not completely disappeared from them. Just sitting at home doing nothing must be sad. Maybe they should start doing new activities. Outside activities that can distract them for a moment.

"alright. It seems like a pretty good idea." Violin gave a small nod, understanding the intent of Angel trying to create a harmonious atmosphere back within their family.

The three of them walked out of the tomb. Behind them, Klayver and his brothers soon followed.

Life has led them to a new process. Creating a separate maturity. The day will go on, the sun will shine. Someone will always be required to rise if they do not want to fall forever. Nature will guide people towards recovery. Perhaps, it takes a short time to treat the series of wounds and tears they have. But in time, there will come a time when they are able to smile again without any burden. Leaving all the grief and wounds that life had once scratched for them.

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This afternoon Alice sat on the balcony of the room in the Violin residence. He sipped a small cup of honey brought by one of the maids. He said it was good for health. At his side, stood Klayver who looked at Alice with a look of adoration. It was as if Alice was the holiest and most beautiful woman in this world.

Ever since knowing Alice, all Klayver's focus has been on her. Attention, affection, love, and everything. Klayver's life was only for Alice. No he lets anyone interfere and take the most precious thing for him. Including Luiz Martinez.

On Alice's lap, there is a newspaper published today that presents the news of the death of Luiz Martinez, a Brazilian businessman. The death of Luiz Martinez was declared a random robbery with gunshot wounds to the head and chest. His Manhattan residence was also found in a state of disarray. A number of lost valuables were likely taken by the robbers in action.

Many of Luiz Martinez's bodyguards were found dead. None of them survived. From here the news began to grow. Some suspect Luiz Martinez is not just any businessman because he has a dozen more bodyguards in his residence. The guards had tattoos and some had a history of street gangs, some as inter-district drug dealers.

Conclusions spread in the wider community. Some assume Luiz Martinez died because he actually had a dark business and was snuffed out by his rival. Some think Luiz Martinez was a fugitive and killed in a covert operation. Some think Luiz Martinez was opposed by some parties to develop weapons. People are starting to believe that Luiz Martinez died just because of a robbery. In the cellar of his residence, many rare weapons stashes were found. People's opinions began to overlap and create their own discourses.

This topic seems to be the main topic this month. No one can fully excavate the death of Luiz Martinez. A lot of evidence is missing. All the murders were done carefully. No fingerprints were found. CCTV was tampered with, and other traces were removed. It was as if the culprit was a true professional.

Only Alice, Klayver, and a few others knew what was behind the death of Luiz Martinez.

"You're smart enough to kill a big guy like Luiz Martinez" Alice said after she finished reading the news on her lap.

"That's my forte, honey." Klayver walked to Alice's back and massaged his wife's shoulders in gentle movements.

"Even police and federal agents have trouble finding out the case of his death. How did you get that, Klayver?" Alice turned her face, looking at Klayver who was standing tall.

The man was like the god zeus. Gallant. High. In charge. It was a miracle for Alice to be able to be with Klayver and live her days with him.

"If you're used to living my way, you know which points to hide and which to expose every time you kill someone." Klayver answered flatly. He had a trained instinct early on. His brain and mind are used to working quickly in doing things.

In addition, Klayver is a person who knows how others think. So when he does a mission, to cover his identity, he is used to eliminate things that would otherwise be sought by others. As physical evidence and traces, for example.

"I am quite content living as an ordinary woman and accompanying you to the end of life. Being great like you is not my ambition. I just want our lives to be quiet and peaceful, honey. Especially after we have our child." Alice rubbed her enlarged stomach.

Clayver circled Alice and knelt before his wife. She kissed the tender child-to-be that Alice was carrying. His eyes softened, filled with love and satisfaction. Life is a gift. Klayver had managed to obtain his present reward.

"I'll definitely give you as much peace and happiness as I can afford, baby!" Klayver grabbed Alice's fingers, giving a promise that came out from the bottom of her heart.

Alice is Klayver's world. For whatever sake, the man would give Alice what she wanted.

"I know that, honey. I-i know. You're gonna do a lot for me." Alice's smile was as bright as the spring sun.

Alice's happiness was perfect. He got back someone he loved by his side.

"Alice, for our next life, I've decided all my past and tried to reduce my career in the dark world. Maybe I can't completely leave the world I've had for so long. But at least slowly, I will become a man who has a normal life like no other."

Alice looked at Klayver with eyes in disbelief. He grabbed Klayver's hand trembling and kissed her full of pity. Alice's tears were the honest answer to her blissful reaction.

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