Scandal Compound Love
Episode 1's

In his frail, in despair, with only a shabby outfit left one attached to his body, Jasmine drops herself in the middle of the two navels that have just stockpiled the bodies of her father and mother.

Opposite her mother, her younger brother is also buried.

How will he not be angry?

How can the niche not scream?

Life judges him with the fall of the law that even he does not know.

Two days ago, a plane crashed unexpectedly into the village where Jasmine and her family live.

Dozens of souls floated up, including both Jasmine's parents and her younger brother.

A cluster of destroyed houses took the shade without compromise.

Jasmine survived the disaster, because at the time of the incident, she was struggling with a job in a company that was quite far from her residence.

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The foot of Mount Salak, Bogor - West Java.

The place where Jasmine and her family are stringing their lives from scratch-since two years ago. After his father's furniture store in Jakarta, it was destroyed in a fire, without knowing what the exact cause until now. A person may feel envious because of a form of success - that is what they believe in. But I don't know.

The huge losses made the Jasmine family's economy hit its lowest point at the time. His college was neglected, his younger brother's school left installments of unpaid tuition fees.

Debts splattered everywhere, only to cover up the shortcomings and gag the stomachs of those who roared with hunger every day.

The last option, their modest house was forced to be sold by the father to pay off the debts, and the rest they used for their new business capital in a different city-Bogor.

Life is slowly improving in this cool little town. But Jasmine chose to work first, before continuing her delayed lecture. To add-up the cost of education itself later, so as not to overcharge his parents, the noble reason Jasmine.

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One year passed ....

The sorrow of loss could not be erased in Jasmine's heart just like flicking a finger. But he could not continue to curl up in a wound that would somehow dry up.

Jasmine must continue to live.

PT. Sagarmas Duta Makmur's.

The Estate-based company, which also provides lodging services in the form of villas, hotels, and beautiful treats of golf courses that meet almost in the expanse of parts consisting of hundreds of hectares.

Jasmine is perched on one of her branches-Hotel, as Office Girl.

It is not easy to get a good position when only a high school diploma is relied upon.

Jasmine chose to move residence after forty days of her family's departure to the afterlife.

And what he chose was a small boarding room located not far from the company. The mini residence is indeed mostly filled by employees who also work in the same place as him.

Jasmine enjoys her work, even if she only makes friends with mop and broom cloths every day. But there is certainly something different. The tragedy of the loss made him turn into an introvert. Not much interaction with people he knows at work. And everyone is quite familiar with the situation.

Difficult to explain.

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Until one day, a tragedy returned to greet the 19-year-old girl.

At exactly 21:00, Jasmine will only come out after spending her overtime at work.

A bag measuring 30 x 20 centimeters, has a slick he sling on his shoulder. Jasmine began walking down the deserted street towards the boarding building which was about two hundred meters from where she worked.

It was mediocre at first. The streets are quite calm on foot. Until his steps arrived at a quiet bend that was still half way from the direction of the boarding building stood.

Jasmine retreated her body stiffly. Squeezing bag straps coiled in front of the chest. His face stiffened in fear. A terrible sight captured his sight. Three men appear to be molesting someone, sprawling under their feet.

"Yes, God, who and what are they doing?" Jasmine ketar-keteer. His body suddenly trembled uncontrollably. The sweat circles roll rapidly through the temples. He hoped the people would not see him because of the distance he was and they were not too far away. If he chose to turn around and run, those people would definitely catch him easily.

Then what should he do?

Finally, Jasmine's gaze fell on the tree that was about a meter away to her left. Carefully, so as not to cause movement that provoked those people to catch his shadow, Jasmine slipped her body behind the tree whose diameter was only equivalent to her. It was quite difficult for the girl to let go of the hiding position.

A painful moan was heard from the mouth of the man who was beaten by the hoodie people. Jasmine covered her ears using both palms. His eyes he closed with a horrified ringing.

And the horror of it becomes even more when someone slaps his shoulder from behind.

Jasmine's eyes opened and opened.

Like an endless nightmare, one of the hoodie men had now stood right in front of him. "Hay, Miss."

"Who-who, you-you?"

The man seemed to grin in response to Jasmine's question. "Is the show that Miss saw quite entertaining?"

Jasmine's palm groped the tree in the back through her sisian body. He moved himself trembling. "No-no. Excuse me, I'm going through. I-I want to go home.” Jasmine stuttered.

"Oh, huh? Home? ... Shall I take you?" The man offered. At first glance caught Jasmine, the smile .. Even in dimness-honestly, amazingly charming, he admitted.

"No need! My house is deket!" push Jasmine stammering, pointing in the direction where her hostel was.

“Umm ..?” The man followed at a glance the direction he looked at, then looked back at him still with a smile.

A horrible look, Jasmine said.

But he could not say again, someone else from them smothered his mouth from behind. Jasmine was surprised not to be a bitch. His palm reflexively pierced the burly palm that was smothering his mouth to release. But it will not be as easy as turning your hand. His power cannot be matched.

Jasmine thrashed around with a shout that of course only sounded like people were suffocating.

As for the man in front of her, just shut up with a light smile. His two hands seemed to be quietly sucked into the hoodie pocket that was right parallel to his stomach.

Jasmine's body was dragged forcibly into a car, which then sped away leaving a blood-soaked body figure lying on the side of the road - the result of their persecution.