The Rhyme of the Depositary

THREE THREE

The twilight wind blew slowly, touching the bare skin of a woman's arm. This coldness is also not able to shake him in the inertia. His eyes glared blankly, meaninglessly. His mouth was caught in a deep silence.

It seemed to live in solitude, looking away at the twilight. No one knows for a moment how his world works, he does not allow anyone to dive into his soul.

Blank. Maybe that's his name. A taste that has been lost, washed away in grayness. Until his soul forgets all the ripples of life that he experienced. Feelings eroded. Missing. Disappeared.

Anson stared at the flat face of the woman sitting on the same wooden chair as him, palpating for clues from his empty expression. With resignation, he reclined. The face beside him was dead. Only his breath remained, his soul had gone somewhere. Could it be to heaven? Coulda. Given that life was too complicated for him, perhaps his heart gave up on losing leaving his body trapped in nothingness.

Anson's hand gently swept over the side of the woman's face, realizing bitterly her ambition was still too great to have her. He wanted, however, to defeat this woman. But victory is no longer the same as if all he defeated was a lump of soulless body. Donning. Who's losing here? This woman, somehow, had won by herself.

Anson's touch continued along his neck. There was still no reaction from the woman. His eyes were busy staring at the sun that was soon sinking in the western horizon. Makes a flash of orange light reflect beautifully in the sky.

Anson touched this woman with a gentle gesture, until she changed for a long time to be full of meaning. Then he stopped his actions and smiled bitterly. He was tempted to master and have this woman back.

"Alice," call the gentleman.

There's no answer. Only his regular breathing was heard.

Alice's response was decreasing. If previously he was still responding to his name called, now even his name was like no longer a part of him. Niente.

"Is your spirit no longer alive?" ask Anson monologue.

"Is it that deep I destroyed you?"

Anson grabbed Alice's fingers, grasped them tightly and kissed them meaningfully.

"Be aware of Alice, you shouldn't let go of a jerk like me. You have to fight it back, give it the same destruction. Make me sorry. Don't just be quiet and passive. Don't you hate me? Make it a force to regain consciousness."

The brown netra doesn't respond to anything anymore. He was like porcelain being forced to live. Her soft skin started to feel cold. The twilight wind had accompanied him for too long.

"To take revenge on me, you must be strong Alice. Heal, realize. From there you get the power."

Anson gripped Alice carefully, propped her up and placed her in a nearby wheelchair. He deftly arranged the key that held the tool back to function, and began to run it. Pushing Alice.

"Don't let me crush you so easily, sweet heart. Know it? I'm not too interested in destroying a weak woman like you."

Anson walked down the main hallway, straight to the end and then turned left to the woman's ward. They walk in silence. Both are trapped in their own world and minds.

In front of the nursery door, William had been waiting for them with some files in hand. Respectfully bowed, the old man hinted to hand over the file to Anson.

Anson nodded in understanding. He put Alice in a white room, lifted her gently on the bed and covered her to the toe.

Anson walked out of the room, closed the door slowly and immediately received the files handed over by William. Anson frowned, reading the name and description in the file he was holding.

"What's this?" anson asked, not understanding.

"Alexander Abraham, Mrs' ex-husband. White's."

Anson raised his eyes, not understanding the purpose of the speech. When did she ask William for information about Alice's ex-husband? Why are you suddenly being handed out such a file?

"Sorry presumptuous, sir. But I see you've always looked down on Mrs. White for being your mistress. I took the initiative to find out his life history. I think Mrs. White's not as bad as you think." William is deep.

Anson stared unhappily. Since when did William dare to do something beyond his command?

"I got information that about three years ago, Mrs' husband. White died in an accident with another woman."

Anson sat in a chair, intending to listen to William's explanation. The old man had already troubled himself to find out something outside of his duty. And Anson listened to the results he had.

"Alex is a very depraved man. She's a female player, a gambler and an accomplished liar. After he died, the man left a lot of debt to Mrs. Whites. All the family assets are Mrs. White owned, including the house, as collateral for the debt."

William paused for a moment, showing evidence from several parties written about the amount of debt and the agreement made by Alex during his life. Anson was also amazed William could get this detailed information.

"The amount of debt is all, almost equal to the amount you paid to Mrs. White at your first meeting with her that night."

Anson shriveled, drawing conclusions. William does have access to know all of his producers.

"He made a deal with you out of desperation, sir. She is not a bad woman who often offers herself for money. I've scratched his life, and managed to get the fact that no other man is allowed to touch him, other than Alex and you, of course."

Anson looked surprised.

"Even Daniel?" There's a sharpness to Anson's question.

"Even Daniel, or Kendrick."

Anson stood up suddenly. It's hard to believe Kendrick didn't touch Alice. They were tied up in marriage for over a year. What do adults do after marriage? Playing hide and seek?

William took the file Anson was holding, looked it up in the last sheets, showed his employer a piece of paper with the stamp of a renowned psychologist. Below, are written some foreign terms with Kendrick as the object.

"Kendrick suffers from gynophobia. He has some kind of fear for women. He can't even touch the fairies. The psychologist who treated him said that Kendrick had recovered from gynophobia five months ago. But he said Kendrick hasn't had any sexual activity."

"How can he confirm it?"

"Although Kendrick has already started to recover from gynophobia, she is still in the treatment period of psychologists. Kendrick is always routine to do counseling, fearing if the gynophobia he has a sudden relapse. That's why his psychologist always advised him to have sexual activity with his wife and asked Kendrick to inform him of his response to it. As a measure of his healing."

"Four days before his death, Kendrick counselled and said he still had not managed to touch his wife. It was the day he decided to jump right into Axel. He didn't have enough time to touch his wife back until the end of his life."

William smiled a little, relieved that he could finally explain something that deeply affected his conscience.

"Mr ... You're the only one who touched Mrs. White besides Alex. The woman was very awake. She's not the kind of woman who's as easy to throw herself at just any man as we thought she was. The biggest mistake is to give yourself up. A mistake that brought ruin to his life." William turned around, leaving Anson with a stack of files in the form of supporting evidence from the explanation he gave.

The file sheets Anson looked at one by one. All of them only corroborated what William had explained earlier. Every word from the old man contained the truth. There is not a single lie.

Anson stared at the darkness in the night sky. He felt that reality had hit him very hard. Guilt gnawed at his little heart.

Alice was not the woman she had thought she was. His dignity, body and soul are well preserved. He never once gave up his honor without a reason.

It was circumstances that led him to Anson, making him used so badly and lowered to normal limits. As a man, Anson had harassed Alice very badly. His words, his actions, everything.

It was only fitting that Alice would respond with pure innocence whenever she was close together. Because he has no experience. Anson believes Alex is not an understanding husband. Making his own wife trapped in the risk of his recklessness.

Anson recalled how the woman responded to him. Their bond is not just a physical bond. Their bond goes deeper than all that.

It was Anson who had destroyed his beauty. He attacked Alice at her weak points, forcing her to surrender and disintegrate. Ruthlessly, Anson has taken hers. Her faith, her son, her husband, her life, everything. He had snatched away Alice's property in a very dirty way.

Anson was silent for a long time, feeling a stifling pain. Regret is no longer useful. He had acted to the limit that Alice was able to bear. Now, even Alice's soul was torn apart. Go slowly from her beautiful life.

Anson entered Alice's nursery, staring desperately at a woman lying prostrate. He hasn't slept. But the consciousness is lower than that of a sleeping person. Does he have to go through this terrible condition every day? How else could Anson restore his soul?

Anson kissed Alice's friendly forehead, saying an apology without a word. For the first time, Anson's tears rolled. Sobbing grimly holding the woman he already loved. Is this how the pain of loving? Like you were allowed to taste it a moment later forcibly snatched it is no longer allowed to have it whole.

How can an apology be sincerely delivered? Is it enough with words? After the destruction for the sake of destruction he created, was it that easy for this woman to apologize?

Life is like porcelain. You have to keep it intact. When you break it, a thousand times you glue it, it will not be able to restore its original shape.

Anson walked out in despair. He recalled the words from William.

The biggest mistake is to give yourself up. A mistake that brought ruin to his life.

William is always right. He is the creature of the error itself. Their first meeting was a mistake that brought tragedy. Supposedly, the woman as gentle as Alice had never touched her from the start. That woman is forbidden to him.

Anson discovers William's whereabouts in the iron chair behind the hospital. The man seemed to be pondering something. Could he have started hating Anson?

"William."

"Yes, sir."

William's face was back flat. It was as if his face was easily set up automatically.

"Do you regret serving me, William?" ask Anson lirih.

"Never, sir."

"But I often make a lot of mistakes."

"You've been considered like my own son. A father will never hate his son, no matter how much he makes a mistake."

Anson looked down for a long time. William is a man he should admire.

"From tomorrow, take Alice home. Rachel and Daniel will take good care of her. He needs to go back to the people he has an emotional bond with to support his recovery." Anson said steady.

William looked a little surprised, nodding as quickly as lightning did not dare to ask further the reason for Anson's decision.

"William," called Anson sounding heavy.

William nodded again, looking obedient to Anson's will.

"Let Axel take Alice. Maybe the kid can respond back to Alice's consciousness."

"Sir." William was surprised.

Anson is very protective of her children. How could he finally give up?

"If Alice's mental state has managed to improve, let her have full custody of Axel. They deserve to live together."

A decision that William never expected was able to be taken by his employer.

William looked closely at Anson, observing the many irregularities that had occurred to the man he had served for decades.

"What about yourself, sir?"

"I'm going to get out of their lives. Maybe if Alice allows it, I intend to visit Axel once a month. Besides, I will no longer bother them. Let them live happily. My mistake was too big to stay by their side."

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