Scandal Compound Love
Episode 29's

The river sounds great. Rain in the afternoon yesterday apparently still leaves the rest of the water that is quite overflowing.

The little red suitcase still faithfully stood up accompanying Jasmine beside him. Accompanying the woman took her life - it might have been.

With a still-rushing cry, with breaths that jolted his chest and stifled, Jasmine stood on the edge of the bridge with a two-line iron fence that was only waist-high. Desperation had struck him beyond his sword-pierced pain.

And this second, little by little, Jasmine's feet got closer, got closer, and then hit the fence. His pair of eyes were straight fixed on the river current that seemed to smoothly sweep away everything that was wasted in it.

"Maybe it's the best" he said bitterly. "Goodbye Lily, good-bye Ben," he began to fumble. "Mother ... Dad ... and Sandy .. wait for me there." Sandy is the name of Jasmine's younger brother who also died along with her parents.

Jasmine began to raise her two legs on one of the most basic railing blades. His position was already quite risky and made anyone perhaps who saw.

Slightly congested due to the river water to deliver him to death, it might be enough to make amends for Lily, Austin, as well as Oma Lissa, Jasmine's shallow thoughts were seriously muddled.

He had clearly lost his mind.

What hope is it again? .... Everything ... extinct.

Now the second iron bar began to rise. After all, there is only one stomp and impulse, then the rushing river will quickly swallow it.

Jasmine closed her eyes. As a normal human being, he was afraid. But the sense of not wanting to live, stronger and continue to encourage him to do stupid and silly actions like he would do now.

"Easy my death, Tuh--"

His words were immediately tripped, when suddenly ....

"WOIYYY!! DON'T BE CRAZY, LU!!"

GEPP!

BRUCK!

Jasmine's body bounced backwards. Surprised enough.

Someone unexpectedly, came and thwarted his death intent.

As she straightened her body to sit down, Jasmine turned her head to that person. It was seen that the figure was rubbing his dirty sleeves exposed to murky puddles in the middle of the road.

Judging from the appearance of the blur and the guitar he was carrying, it seemed like he was a busker.

"Damn! My clothes! Wet all, right!” grumbled regretfully.

"You who? Why are you blocking me?" Jasmine let out a voice as she stuck her gaze at that person.

With a lazy delicacy, the busker replied, "Lo thought my life would be quiet, seeing someone kill myself in front of me?!" ngegas hardik. He's standing by now. “For you why kill yourself anyway? I am not very fond of life. You think abis lu died all round?! Be surprised! Meet mace macekat ngibrit lu!”

One palm of the guard stuck out toward Jasmine-helped the woman stand up.

Although somewhat annoyed that the man had foiled his intentions, Jasmine finally received the helping hand. He stood up and walked to the bridge.

"Eh, what are you doing again?" asked the person in shock both times.

Jasmine flatly responded without looking over. "Take suitcase. If I continue to kill myself, I'm afraid you'll have epilepsy years later."

The man's lips were wide open. "Yes baroque as well."

Just a glance at the figure, Jasmine descended to sit on the edge of the sidewalk. His expression returned dark. Deep sadness, accompanied by a dozen shadows of events some time ago at Dayhan's house, again tormented his feelings.

Tonight seemed to be complete with his heart. His meeting at the party with Austin also tragedy the emergence of Alexa, as already planned and prepared as punishment for him.

Seeing Jasmine's gloom, the busker approached. His shabby broad guitar was already tucked back behind his back. "Too die uda final choice, cave sure your problem is not simple."

*****

"Now, here I stay."

The building, which was only three meters wide at the front, and about four or five meters long back, stood adjoining to one similar building at its right.

"Contract only!"

Jasmine smiled faintly in response to the chirping of the person who had stopped her suicide on the bridge.

"It's quite convenient" he commented simply.

Yep!

In the end Jasmine relented to the invitation to stay, rather than die swallowed by the river.

"Yes, let's go in. I'm so sleepy, right!" the man said as he pulled out the single door leaf whose key and hole he had just set up.

"mrs ... Didy!" Jasmine called him doubtful.

"What?"

"Why am I coming with you here? I need permission not the same one who has a contract?" jasmine asked to make sure.

"Easy! Let it be my business!"