The Rhyme of the Depositary

041 - SEASON 2

Rachel sat on the front porch. He enjoyed the morning with a special cup of coffee mixed with some spices. A nineties-era song became the backdrop for the atmosphere.

From two days ago until three days to come, Maxen went to Dubai to check out some jobs there. Rachel spends all the time working part-time. The rest, he just relaxes at home. Like this morning, for example.

Rachel's life feels better every day. He never thought Maxen would be able to bring the rainbow he had long missed.

He tasted a completely foreign sweetness and hipped. Near Maxen, the world revolves as if only for Rachel.

Maxen not only gives color. But she also introduces Rachel to things she never thought existed. With her, Rachel begins to understand the meaning of life and happiness as a woman.

"Madam, the master's sister came to see you." suddenly the voice of a servant broke the atmosphere he was enjoying.

Rachel turned her head towards the waiter, looked at him a little dazed and threw a question. "Who?"

"Sir Master, Harry, is at the front gate wanting to meet you. Is he allowed in? Or should I tell him to go?" asked the man who had been Maxen's loyal servant for decades. Maxen called him Mr. Blacky's. When viewed from anywhere, the man does not have excess pigment in his skin. He's as white as a newborn baby's ass. Could it be that the call was just a mockery?

"Mistress?" Mr. Blacky confirmed the previous question. He knew the relationship between his master and his sister was not very harmonious. Plus the fact Maxen married Rachel, who was supposed to be Harry's bride. This situation makes Mr. Blacky refuses to let Harry visit the residence.

Rachel looked a little dazed. He gripped the end of the table and answered slowly. "Let him in."

"But, Madame-"

"It's okay. Let him in. I'm waiting in the middle." Rachel stood up and walked away. He squeezed his chest very hard. Harry arrived very suddenly. He had no idea what talk the man would bring. Could she be trying to get into a relationship with Rachel again? But the situation has changed a lot now.

Before long, the man who had been Rachel's fiancee walked quietly into the living room. They look at each other for a long time and get stuck in nostalgia. After all, they were once in a deep relationship. Rachel gave up everything for Harry. And that guy took everything from Rachel.

Rachel smiled slightly. The corners of his lips were a little stiff. He looked at the thin-faced man whose chin was starting to grow. Harry's hair was messy, his face was dim, and his eyes were dark. His appearance was also a little tangled. It seems like he had a hard day. Very different from Rachel who now looks more radiant and exudes an aura of pure beauty.

"You look amazing" Harry said, sounding skeptical. Once he saw Rachel, Harry knew she was happy. There was a sense of disbelief that infiltrated into his heart realizing that the woman who should be by his side, was happy with someone else.

"Yes. I'm enjoying my life now, Harry. Is that a mistake?" ask Rachel lirih.

There's no point in Rachel covering up this fact from Harry. However, his relationship with Maxen deepens and it's good to say what it is to Harry. Their chance to be together has passed. Like life, everything goes through every stream. What we miss is not always what we get back.

"I heard the news that your life was fine and happy with Maxen. I just wanted to make sure of the news. Apparently what I heard was the truth." Harry laughed bitterly.

He did not expect the woman he wanted day and night chose to enjoy being with other men. Eggy's hurt. Feelings destroyed.

The man who can accept well what he admires binds himself to others. Worse, the man opposite is his own brother.

"What you hear is the truth." Rachel doesn't know where the information about her can get to Harry. The servants here were extremely loyal, there was no way they would sell their own employer's information. But no matter where the information leaked from, Rachel chose to admit it. No need to cover it anymore.

"So far is that the feeling you have for me, Rachel? I think your loyalty is higher than this."

Harry held back the anger. The muscles in his eyes stiffened, channeling new resentment. All these years she gave a lot to Rachel and the woman's reply was betrayal. So laughable.

"Stop blaming me, Harry. It wasn't me who ran away from the wedding. It wasn't me who ran away and let my partner get caught up in difficult circumstances. If there's a party to blame, it's yourself!" Rachel inflamed.

All the circumstances he is experiencing now are the result of Harry's hand. Rachel is not to blame in this situation. Harry had to open his eyes and be aware of all the situations. Life is not always negotiable according to his own will.

"I told you, I did it all for your own good. Didn't I tell you I didn't want you tied up with the Millian family? They're dirty, Rachel. Their hands are full of blood."

That's what kept Harry away from his own extended family. She's tired. Trapped in a dark abyss without end. All things related to his family is a history of dark and bloody. In order to protect his conscience, he had to go away.

"I believed you, Harry. You did all of that for my own good. But now everything has changed. Maxen gave me something I never got from you. By her side, I felt safe, adored, cared for, made the center of the world, and loved.

"He never hurt me at all. Always assume my existence, listen to my words, do what I secretly want, and be all the things I want. How could I not love a man like that? I was cast out and thrown out. He picked me up, thought of me as a diamond, something you never did to me."

Rachel's breath is hunting. He pointed at Harry with judgment.

She remembers, for years of engagement with Harry, Rachel always stood in the background. Never been admitted. Never been exhibited. Even their relationship is hidden. Harry always reasoned it all for Rachel's good. But he never thought about all the impact it would have on Rachel herself.

If Harry is man enough, he should show Rachel proudly before the world and accept every difficult consequence of their relationship. He needed a man who was brave and willing to defend him. It's not the little guy who wants to cover Rachel up for the rest of their lives.

In fact, at their wedding, Harry prefers to be cowardly and dump Rachel. A woman's heart is not that strong. Why maintain a relationship if he is only a person who is put in the shadows. Rachel is tired of standing in the dark, doing all Harry's will. He needs freedom. He needs to be recognized.

"You don't know who Maxen really is. You have surrendered yourself to the devil. If you knew how dirty his hands were, you wouldn't be able to stay on one roof with him." Harry inflamed.

Women never appreciate sacrifice. To them, what appears from the surface is the actual being. So did Rachel. He is easily fooled by the false kindness Maxen offers.

"You have no right to vilify Maxen in front of me. Believe, Harry. All of this no longer affects. I have the right to decide with whom." Rachel crossed her arms, staring at Harry fiercely.

Currently, two people who once formed love are fighting. Their eyes were shining with hatred. A aura of hostility billowed through the air, suffocating the chest. None of them thought their relationship would be this chaotic.

Time has the power to turn things around and turn facts around. What begins in love can end in revenge. What starts out bad can end well. No one knows what secrets nature has.

The feeling is fragile. Hard to shape but easily broken. Like beach sand. He would easily be swept away by the waves and decays under the sea water.

Harry made a mistake. He let go the woman he was supposed to be looking after. Dumping a woman worthy of her struggle. Throw away the woman he should be adoring.

Life has given him karma. Nature took Rachel back. Tragically again, give it to the person Harry hates the most. Maxen Millian's.

"You picked the wrong choice, Rachel. Believe this. When you find out who Maxen really is, you're gonna cry blood. You just dumped me and chose to be with a lowly man like Maxen." Harry accused Rachel of judging the lowly attitude of the woman.

"Your loyalty is very low. Maybe it's good that God pairs you up with Maxen. You guys are so compatible. I regretted wasting my time for you all this time."

Harry never felt guilty at all. In her eyes, Rachel was a filthy woman worthy of judgment. All the things that happened came from this woman's stupid actions.

Rachel who heard Harry's hurtful words could only smile bitterly. In every situation, he is always to blame. Never once did Harry look at all the possibilities and introspect himself.

If a relationship is broken, both parties are to blame. There must be contributions from both of them. It's just that in this case, Rachel is the scapegoat.

Their relationship has been shallow all this time. There is no deep meaning and it is easily destroyed. Because secretly all this time Harry participated with their destruction willingly. His attitude and behavior do not reflect a loving man.

"Enough, Harry. You can't keep cornering me. Look at yourself and understand your mistakes. Who among us is always patient. Who among us always stands in the shadows and smiles resignedly. Who among us is always treated like a disposable toy that when desired is called and when unwanted is left neglected. Me, Harry. I have been silent all this time and accept all your attitude. I'm the one who's been crying in the dark without ever noticing.

"Maxen wiped my eyes. Maxen's been a drug to me. Maxen grabbed me and confessed me before the world. With him, I tasted the beauty of the world. Something you've never given me. So, if I fall in love with her, it's a very natural thing. I would be crazy to keep a coward like you. You and him are like heaven and earth. He flattered me, while you always humbled me."

Rachel fell on the middle room chair. He held onto his chest, holding back the emotions of having made such a deep confession. He no longer cared if Harry was angry at his words. What he said was the truth.

Rachel stared at the ceiling of the room, imagining Maxen's figure in her head and began to shed tears.

Maxen's shady face calmed his turbulent heart. Her chest that field had become a resting place for her fragile self. His deep voice was able to provide new strength for his soul to come back to face life.

For whatever reason. He loved the man to the bottom of his heart. Maxen is his life, his breath, his soul. Fuck if Harry's angry about this fact. The man needs to see the truth. Rachel had no intention of performing and becoming a puppet artist in front of Harry. What's wrong with loving Maxen? He has the right to give his heart to anyone other than Harry. Their relationship was broken a long time ago. Never been healthy before.

"I love him, Harry. Get out of here and don't disturb our lives anymore. I'm so happy living with him."

Rachel stared at the frail man who stood four meters away from her. Rachel's tears were still flowing.

The thought of the love he had for Maxen left him overrun with thousands of chest-stifling emotions.

"I promise I'll take down Maxen's actual cover, Rachel. At that time, I will make you regret it. Wait for the day I open your eyes to all this!" threatening Harry seriously. His eyes were full of anger. His face was already an unpleasant red color.

Rachel shuddered in horror at Harry's figure like that.Never thought the man who had long been his fiancee could display the other side.

"I don't care, Harry. I don't care at all. You'll never threaten me again. Go!" Rachel pointed at the exit rudely. Harry who saw Rachel's indifference chose to step aside and leave the woman alone.

After Harry died, Rachel sat there for a long time. He thought about a lot of things. One that seizes his focus right now is that he never lets Maxen know his feelings. They are pleasant to each other but never appear the word love. There is no declaration of feeling. Their relationship is confusing.

Rachel can't let all this drag on. He should clarify the situation. There can be no more misunderstandings. Whether Maxen will think of her as crazy or a bar-bar, Rachel needs to make sure of everything.

Quickly, Rachel picked up the phone in the living room and started calling her husband's cell phone. Rachel was greeted with a ringtone three times before Maxen's voice finally sounded from across the street.

"Hello?" greet Maxen. The sound of the weight was a little tired. Maybe business has drained a lot of his energy.

"Maxen?" call Rachel in a soft voice.

"Rachel, is there a problem?" ask the man. Rachel rarely contacted him as she went to take care of business. Usually the woman only gives important news or reports a problem.

"none. I just wanted to say something."

"Yes? What's up?"

"I think I love you, Maxen. Really-love you. Can our marriage last forever? I think I'll be ruined if I get dumped by you!" Tears melted back on Rachel's smooth cheeks.

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