The Rhyme of the Depositary

037 - SEASON 2

Klayver dries on the balcony in direct sunlight. By her side, Violin looked at her son with a sad look. This time, the cold mask disappeared. His eyes highlighted the many emotions he had been saving for his son.

She's a mother. No matter how hard he held the barrier so that his emotions did not come out to the surface, his heart was still sensitive every time he thought of Klayver.

Eight years. He has lost his son. Without any news he could get. Not seeing, not saying hello, and not gathering. Which woman is not sick with this fact.

Is correct. Violin has made a mistake. He made the woman most valuable to Klayver's life disappear.

But if viewed again, is not Violin just to encourage the woman to bring out her true character?

"You're blaming me, aren't you? For what happened just a few moments ago and for what happened eight years ago." Violin revealed her prejudice. He looked straight ahead, without once turning his head towards his son.

Klayver was silent for a long time. He was just enjoying the summer air that felt like it was starting to get a little humid. Weather reports say today New York will be quite hot. Makes the air feel heavy and sultry.

"Why clarify something obvious, Mom? Ever since, you've always tried to interfere in my affairs. As if my choice was something that had to go through your selection. So, what am I, Mom? Your toy stuff that you have to arrange?" Klayver asked sharply. He propped both hands up on the balcony trellis and slightly bent down.

Violin let out a small sigh. He glanced at his son from the corner of his eye and tried to smile. Ever since, Kalyver has always been stubborn. The opinion he had was as powerful as Violin. It's not surprising that they always clash.

"I don't mean to interfere in your business. I just want to find out how worthy of the choice you made. I don't want you to be disappointed, Klayver. You are the most powerful person among my children. But you are also the most fragile person among them. It's the only thing I can do for you." There was a warm sincerity from Violin.

Violin's hand stretched out to touch Klayver, she wanted to give her understanding and attention. But seeing the distant gaze in her son's eyes, Violin undoes the intention. He pulled his hand back and drooped weakly on the side of the body.

"You're gonna keep doing that, Mom. You used to do it, now you do it, and in the future you will also continue to shadow me. I'm sick of thinking about that possibility. So, instead of us fighting, I'd rather stay away from you and the Liecester family." Klayver bluntly.

The only thing he values in life is privacy. If Violin couldn't give it to her, she wouldn't mind throwing away all the predicates this family had given her.

"You're still angry about my actions eight years ago?" Violin reopened Klayver's memory.

This is a problem between them. If it remained silent, neither Violin nor Klayver would have a meeting point.

"Yes." Yeah." Klayver answered what it was.

"You're blaming me for the loss of your wife and your future son?"

"Indeed, the reality is so. If you hadn't exposed all my identities, I might still have a whole family."

"Don't dream too high, Klayver. What kind of life do you get if your marriage contains lies."

"I have no intention of lying to the Holy One forever. Slowly, I plan to make her understand."

"He refused to understand when I told him who you really were. If at that time he refuses to understand, he will never understand you enough."

Klayver displayed an extremely strong fury behind his sharp eyes. He let out a small sigh and clenched both hands on the sides of the body.

Imagining Holy being killed in the abortion process has hurt all of Klayver's consciousness. Every time he remembered it, his hatred for Violin grew bigger and bigger. Make their distance widen.

"You who have been rash to take action and destroy everything." Klayver spouted out her fury fieryly.

"Oh, is that true? Klayver, you need to know one thing. If Holy had a strong love, he would not have fallen in the waves. Will not fall under threat. It will not disappear under pressure. Her actions have made her a lowly woman you don't deserve to defend. You also have to remember he himself took the initiative to abort your fetus. Doesn't that open your eyes, too?"

Violin replied with equally anger. From the beginning of the meeting, he had seen the bad behavior of the Latin American girl. But Klayver was already in love. His son lost all objective judgment.

"You've pushed him, Mom." Kalyver punched the trellis with all his energy. He hated discussing this matter. Had he known this meeting would have put the old quarrel on its heels, it would have been better to have stayed in Manhattan. He missed all the promises he made to his mother.

"Yes. I pushed him to the farthest limit of the girl. I think he's strong enough to keep you. But in fact, she's nothing like a shallow girl in general."

"Mom!"

"Klayvers! Look Alice. Look her! That's what a wife should do. Keep defending you even if I press and threaten him. No matter his life could have floated at any moment, all he wanted was one. Defend you!

"Love does not measure strength. Not always the strong protect the weak. It is not always the strong to protect the fragile. Each partner will do anything, with what he has, to defend each other.

"As did you and your father. If one of us is threatened to leave each other, no matter if I have to destroy the entire world or have to be destroyed by the rest of the world, I will still choose to be by his side. So did your father. So, tell me what I did wrong, Klayver. Where's my fault for driving away the superficial woman in your past?"

Violin's chest deflated after successfully spewing out all of her heart. He set his breath back to normal and looked at his son deeply.

What he said was a reality. He wished his son was smart enough to accept all his opinions.

Klayver was stunned for a long time. His memory was again attracted as he had just seen the final scene in the dining room. He stood behind Alice. Klayver heard all of Alice's rejection that the woman threw at Violin.

It's hard to admit, but the woman prefers it over subservience under the will of the Violin.

Possessiveness began to attack Klayver. The thought of Alice made the side of her that had been missing lift back to the surface.

Alice managed to trigger another attitude of her that she never realized. He desperately wants to protect her, guarantee her safety, and strangely, make her happy.

Especially after that incident. His possessiveness for Alice became doubled. He begins to consider Alice his. No one has the right to touch hers.

"Klayver, let's make peace. I promise I won't do anything after this. Seeing that you were able to find a woman as strong as Alice, I was more than enough to feel at ease. After all, you are my son. It's hard for me to keep our distance." Violin said softly. He clasped his son's arm, channeling all remaining hope.

Klayver looked at her mother closely. He saw deep concern at the corner of the old woman's eyes. His skin began to wrinkle in several places, and his way of smiling contained a long buried burden. Could it be that the burden was because of her?

How many nights he spent thinking about his mother and always denied.

How many thousands of memories of his mother were present but he was expelled?

Right now, his aging mother was standing right in front of him, staring at Klayver wistfully. Was the wound he had scratched too deep? Has his heart been frozen for a long time?

"Mom, promise not to interfere too much with my life. I'm an adult, it's time for me to make my own decisions." Klayver said softly, wishing her mother could understand the simple request she had.

Violin looked at her son and began to understand something. Klayver's right. He has stepped beyond tolerable limits. As a matter of fact, his son was disturbed. However, Klayver is still a man who wants control in his own life. No one likes to be dictated and meddled in his affairs.

If indeed this was the only way to get Klayver to come home and return to be her son, Violin would not mind making such a request.

"Mom promise. This is the last time Mom interfered in your business. The rest, Mom will just be an observer." Violin gave a small nod, reassuring Klayver.

"Good, Mom. We finally reached an agreement as well."

Klayver leaned in, hugged Violin's slender body and kissed the top of her head slowly.

Violin flinched with Klayver's treatment. He couldn't believe this kind of warmth Klayver was capable of. He looked at his son with eyes sparkling and said slowly.

"You really have become a grown man, Klayver."

The two of them passed from the balcony and walked side by side towards the first floor. In the living room, the entire family, including James and Alice had been waiting for them for quite a while.

Those who saw Klayver's arrival immediately stood up from his seat and smiled with relief realized Violin was back with a sumringah face.

These two people had managed to speak well and the result was enough to make them all happy. The mother-daughter relationship that once fractured is finally reunited.

"alright. I assume you've reached an agreement. So, everything's fine, isn't it?" James asked to be sure. Her face was a little worried, much different from her other children.

"Of course, honey. We made up." Violin approached James, hugged him softly and laughed spoiled like a child.

Alice who witnessed it could only stare. Who would have thought that behind her cold demeanor, the woman had a gentle side that only she showed James.

"Alice, we need to talk."

Without another babibu, Klayver dragged Alice into the room upstairs. Everyone looked at each other in wonder. James looked at his wife and raised one eyebrow, asking silently.

"I don't know what they're gonna talk about. But it seems, Klayver is increasingly realizing that his wife is very special."

Violin blinked one of her eyes at the children and laughed widely. Laughter that he had not had in the past years. Laughter that returns after her lost son comes home into her life.

In the upper room, Klayver sat at the end of the bed, looking closely at his wife. It was hard to understand this woman had chosen to defend him and stood bravely against Violin. Actually, what reason does he have?

"Why did you choose to be with me under Mom's pressure?" klayver asked, wanting the real answer.

Alice, who never expected to be asked such a question, only smiled awkwardly. He tapped the tip of the foot pad over the ceramic surface. Stuttering, Alice tried to decipher the superficial reason that came to her mind.

"Because after all, our marriage agreement is a binding agreement. I can't leave you until our deal is fulfilled. And vice versa."

Alice smiled slightly, walked slowly towards the corner of the room and flopped down on a vinyl upholstered chair.

"Is that?" klayver asked, his gaze sharpened.

"Yes. What else is it?"

'Indeed I should tell you my heart is starting to get scattered by you and could be dying if you leave, right? Where will I put my pride?' inner Alice felt defeated.

In life, the weakest side is the one that holds love. It will turn fragile whenever circumstances corner it.

The shit. Alice has been that party. It was too late for him to change things. Emotions are not simple things that can be reversed. If the feeling had already grown, the roots would have strengthened and formed hundreds of branches in the ground.

"What's up, Klayver?" ask Alice beware. Could it be that the man was starting to suspect himself?

Klayver, is a cold man at a distance. The man who has already had a deep love for another woman named Holy. It would be shameless if Alice began to cultivate hope in him. The only thing good enough for him to do is to hide his emotions as deeply as possible, so as not to be made a joke by Klayver and the Liecester family.

"It's okay." Klayver stood up, leaving the room without warning. Alice just stood there confused, failing to feel Klayver's reaction.

What's wrong with that guy? His attitude is quite strange.

Outside, Klayver walked quickly to the very end of the room upstairs. There is a room where you can show off old family paintings and photographs.

This room is covered by transparent patterned wallpaper. On each side are many black and white photos of all family members, including portraits of Klayver as a teenager.

Violins are people who love art. He loved to capture the many precious moments of the Liecester family. Far behind her cold demeanor, she was still a warm mother.

Klayver sat on a red carpet that was stretched out and supported with both arms. He looked up, trying to understand everything.

Alice kept her under pressure from the violins only because of the agreement that was already tied between them. The business deal they did before their wedding took place.

Klayver should have expected it. Alice is a realistic woman. He acts in his own interest.

It shouldn't be a problem. Only, at this time Kalyver felt his anger was difficult for him to control.

In his little heart, he began to cultivate hope. If only there was pure sincerity from Alice for him. Sincerity that seemed impossible to get.

In the past, he always put his hopes on the wrong people. It used to be Holy, now Alice.

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