Scandal Compound Love
Episode 16's

Jasmine had just grabbed onto his conscious. His eyes he made to blink repeatedly.

"Where am I?" He asked himself. Glanced at a clock that sat quietly at a nearby table, at 05:30.

Morning or evening? Jasmine asked inwardly. And this place?

Judging from any side, the room was a room. A bed with a soft mattress on it, a three-door closet in the corner of the room, a sofa at the left end near the window, a thirty-inch television fixed on the wall parallel to the face of the bed, decorative trinkets are also family photos on a table, as well as the bathroom door in the right-most corner of the room.

A room that is quite luxurious.

Jasmine was clearly confused. Who brought him to this place?

And the question was answered after the door across from his position opened slowly.

"Miss is conscious?" A young lady, with a small tray in her hand, smiling cheerfully approached towards Jasmine.

Finding that, only a stiff smile showed Jasmine. "Sorry, this ... where?" He ventured to ask, and it was clearly necessary to know.

The young lady who might be younger than him was again smiling. Trays containing a bowl of porridge as well as a glass of milk that still puffs the smoke are placed on the table near the alarm clock is located. "Miss is in-"

"In my house!"

An old woman with a slick bun was also a stick in her hand, silencing the young lady's reply. He just came into the room.

The two pairs of eyes belonging to Jasmin and the young lady beside him simultaneously turned their heads in the same direction.

"Mrs." With a gesture of respect, the young woman who turned out to be the housekeeper, welcomed the arrival of the elderly woman who might be her master.

He may be over sixty years old.

"Forward your work" said the old woman commanding.

"Good, Mistress. Excuse me."

A moment later, after the housekeeper passed from the room ....

"What's your name, son?" asked the old woman to Jasmine, she took a sitting position on the edge of the bed-staring at Jasmine curiously.

"I-i ... Jasmine, Mistress. My name is Jasmine," I'm honest.

The old woman smiled. "Jasmine," repeated. "What a pretty name."

"Thank you." Jasmine was still down. I feel uncomfortable in his current position.

"Eat first, son. After that, then you can tell what happened to you, until you fell unconscious on the edge of the road last night." Gently, the old woman stroked Jasmine's legs that were prodding beside her body. "Just calm. Don'tbeafraid. Oma's not a bad person."

Jasmine's memory was again pinched by the image of Austin's portrait on the identity card. Her tears fell back without feeling.

And the woman could clearly catch on. "It looks like your problem is pretty weird, son."

The old face with wrinkles all around was stared at spontaneously. Both of his eyes were watching. He could not give any answer at all. Confused to tell stories.

"Yes already. Eat first. After that you take a shower. Only then can we tell a relaxing story in the back garden after this. That's if you feel better."

****

At the request of the old woman, she and Jasmine were in a garden chair with a wooden table in the middle. Two cups of tea arranged nicely in each front.

"So .. You left your son in the hospital just because of that man?!" The voice was clearly in shock.

With a sob of tears Jasmine nodded.

He had just told his life story to an old woman who had helped him off the streets last night, uncensored.

Oma Lissa, the old woman asked Jasmine to call her that.

"Yes, Oma."

"But I ...."

"Jasmine, dear ..many parents want the presence of a child in their midst, son. But sometimes it's hard. Women even have to do a lot of things in order to get pregnant. But you who have been bestowed so easily, why are you wasted?" oma Lissa was very sad.

Jasmine was getting sobbing. Now it is clearly depicted, a tiny face with a pointy nose and red lips in the corner of his eye.

Lily .... My boy ....

"After you dump the child, can you still guarantee that you will get the gift back one day? ... What if suddenly your uterus has a problem or something, son? Then you can't contain anymore?!" smithy Oma Lissa is getting better.

Feeling slammed violently into a hole filled with blazing flames, Jasmine felt a tremendous tightness all over her chest.

Too selfish! The fault of her parents, why Lily had to accept the consequences.

True, he had been guilty, Jasmine admitted at last.

With tears of regret, he raised his head courageously looking at the old woman before him. "I'm going to pick up my son again, Oma!"

From the shade of the motherly face of Oma Lissa, implied relief without deceit. He smiled in response to Jasmine's words. "Let Oma interracial, dear."

****

With quick steps that seemed forced, Jasmine climbed the hospital courtyard accompanied by Oma Lissa who followed a calm look behind her.

"Be careful, kid. You just gave birth. You can slip down the road like that!” He reminded Jasmine.

"I'm fine, Oma," Jasmine said impatiently. Now he and Oma Lissa begin to enter the elevator to the third floor where baby Lily was treated earlier.

Jasmine hopes that her son will still be in the hospital and Austin has not been taken anywhere.

....

Arrival ....

"Suster."

The woman in the nurse uniform looked aghast at Jasmine's appearance. His activities that were cleaning the room were suddenly delayed. "Mrs Jasmine."

"Where is my son, Sister?!" ask Jasmine directly. Oma Lissa was already standing beside him watching.

Reviewed with astonishment on the face, the nurse looked at Jasmine astonished. "Your son?" tanyanya.

"Yes, son! The baby I delivered the other day!" Jasmine exclaimed. "You don't pretend to forget anymore, do you, Sister?!"

"Ouh, that's not what I mean, ma'am!" The nurse interrupted quickly. "I'm just confused, why did you suddenly come asking for your baby."

"Enough! Don't beat around!" snapped Jasmine inflamed.

"I-yes, sorry, Madam. But the baby you mean, was already taken home by his father ... Mr. Benedict, early in the morning," explained the nurse with a frowning face. "This woman seems to be troubled," her value is deepened. He remembered, Austin said Jasmine had gone home first.

As if being hit by a giant mace hammer, Jasmine felt a tremendous pain that made her entire body tremble uncontrollably.

Quickly, Oma Lissa helped the nurse hold her staggered back.

"Jasmine!"

"My son ...."

"Patience, Son. We can take him to Benedict's house, right?" Oma Lissa calmed down with her advice that might be true.

But Jasmine quickly shook her head. "No, Oma. I don't know where Benn's house is."

Because of what Jasmine remembered, the address on the tiny Austin card she had read, the man still used his identity in America.

Then where should he look?