Kiss The Rain's
Lollie (5)

Jasmine came out of the washcloth, her face looking solemn. Dika who sipped her cigarette on the park bench saw the woman walking in a hurry.

"To the firing range now!" Loud word.

"There's, why the hurry, have you met your girlfriend?" Tanya Dika, her foot stepped on her cigarette butt and got into the car.

"Shut up!" Jasmine ruffled her hair, taking off

tie a hair rope and stroke her hair.

"If he had to die! Let him die in my hands." Jasmine said softly.

"Hey, you're not possessed. I'm learning a prayer to chase away ghosts from the orphanage kids, but I haven't memorized it, don't get into a trance right now." Pinta Dika with his ridiculous.

"I told you to shut up!" Sergey Jasmine was quick, while slipping his gun behind his back.

"Wow, what's going on? Did the reporter bother you?"

"Your mouth you stay at home, I told you to be quiet!"

Dika nodded, Jasmine's face that already looked stiffened must have happened something. Because usually if it comes out of the room, the smile will be developed by cradling pink bushel in his hand.

Enter them at the firing range, visible concrete fence surrounding the field. Close the eyes of the amount of blood that flows seeps into the earth.

Jasmine descended in haste, she walked towards the guard's door. Put the gun away, "Open the door!"

Dika stood behind Jasmine, giving her eyes a sign to obey her orders.

In a hurry the doorman opened the lock and chain of the fence.

Jasmine cringed in, her body instantly suffocating to find Bryan and the rest of the family. Stand with blinders fixed on the target wall.

His hands were tied back, and so were his feet. The four of them stood in the scorching rain of the stinging sun.

Several members of the police who become death angels for Bryan and his family hold Jasmine's body. The woman's body continued to thrash, asking to be let go.

"Don't now, don't let him die now. I beg you."

Dika pulled Jasmine into his arms, "Hey, if it's time it should be how else." Dika gave a warning to the police earlier to hold the shot.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk to him first?"

Jasmine shakes.

"If you don't want to see it, we're out of here. We'll wait outside and prepare a funeral at home." Obviously Dika, but the raw bogeman landed in Dika's stomach.

"Never talk about funerals!" Jasmine wiped her tears away.

Now his footsteps are steady approaching the police firing squad.

"Just let me finish my mission first. Let him die at my hands. Supposedly, he's been dead for a long time and there's no need to make me fall in love and feel stupid like this."

The police were staring at the squad leader, seeking approval. Because Jasmine had already carried her own gun in her hand.

It was 100 meters away from where Jasmine was standing. Bryan knew what was going to happen this afternoon. He will lose the woman who visits him once a month and brings her love. He will miss a woman who can make him laugh, make him slalu overwhelmed if playing in bed. He'll lose everything.

That afternoon, Bryan collected all the letters he wanted to send to Jasmine. But there was never the courage to send him.

In a brown box, Bryan collected all the letters and left them to the chief shooter.

"This is all he left for you, I'm sorry." The chief shooter handed the brown box to Jasmine's hand and patted her on the shoulder. "You must be patient and start a new life."

Jasmine placed the box on the grass. The decision is round.

He will be the angel of death for Bryan and his family.

Standing in the middle of the field, with a sweat drenching his forehead. Jasmine prepared with a gun in her hand.

His eyes were on the target, only one pull of the trigger, the bullet would be ignited right in Bryan's heart.

Standing behind the police body, hiding, only this time he would see someone forcibly taken his life. What else took his life was someone he loved.

Jasmine saw Rose Mardiani standing with Anthony Nicolas holding her hand. Seemed calm.

While Husein casually asked the officer to give a seat. "So die no, why so long!" He shouted, without any hint of fear.

"Based on a mad virgin, just die in wait. I'm sure I'm going to heaven." Grouse Jasmine with a smile.

The chief shooter who saw Jasmine stalling for time finally walked over to him. "If you're not sure just back off."

"Let me be content to see him breathe." Jasmine said softly, "This is heavy, the difference when doing with love and without love. You understand that, no?"

"Women are so annoying, I've shot." Pull the gun out of Jasmine's hand.

"Just me, let me." Jasmine pulled her gun back.

"Do, now!"

Jasmine nodded.

He saw Bryan from a distance. Take a deep breath and start pressing the trigger.

Wait...," A warden from the prison raced back and forth towards the chief shooter and Jasmine who turned her eyes away.

The bullet shot towards Bryan. This time the shot missed the target.

Not stimulating to his heart and stuck to a concrete wall.

"What's wrong, disturb the concentration." Jasmine cried.

"Letter of decision, read." Breath gasping.

Jasmine quickly pulled the letter and read it. A smile adorned the lips of the maroon, he pulled the trigger again.

He shot repeatedly at Bryan.

"For you who made me fall in love."

"For you who make me hold back my longs."

"For you to marry me again."

3 Bullets shot rapidly towards Bryan, tempting the man to feel a heart sport.

Jasmine ran towards Bryan, removing the foot and hand binders.

Until the blindfold opened.

Both eyes that hint of longing and fear.

"Come back to me, please come back to me." Jasmine cried out in a wailing tone, hugging Bryan tightly.

"Please, come back to me. Otherwise he'll bother me for the rest of my life." Jasmine pointed towards Dika.

Bryan who had not realized something was happening, finally let out a word. "Am I in heaven?"

Plaque, a slap landed on Bryan's cheek.

"You're not dead yet, so you're not going to heaven. The heaven will be with me." Jasmine hugged Bryan.

The chief shooter and Dika walked over to Jasmine and Bryan.

"Alright, finish your Korean drama. After this come to the headquarters to conduct a press conference." A letter landed into Bryan's hands, "Read it and observe it carefully.You're lucky to have crazy in-laws like Kamto Jayantaka. And come back to this woman, otherwise she'll go crazy like her father!"

The head shooter took off all the ropes that tied the bodies of Bryan's parents and his brother. Everyone looked surprised. His eyes glistened in disbelief.

Smiles continue to adorn the face of the lost life.

There is still a miracle of prayer and effort.

Flashback on, tomorrow.