Kiss The Rain's
Widows are more seductive?

I believe love is never wrong, only your heart is never fixated on one direction.

A 3x3-meter Jasmine retreat, an inner bathroom and a single cot along with a 120cm foam mattress are the most comfortable places for young widows of two children. But the dagger never breaks a promise, it still shackles one.

"Mommy's son is fine, sorry mommy can't go home." Jasmine's mind wandered, focusing her on one point of a mother's happiness and weakness."Mommy's coming home to pick you up, and we're gonna be together again." False slings adorned his paled and wistfully roaring face. His breath began to cramp, as if the air was just circling in that place without any cycles changing.

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The soundproof room is now a place for the alienation of fragile men with three children. His body was as chaotic as Jasmine's body. The smell of red wine was everywhere, the tins of alcoholic beer were scattered everywhere. His eyes were red, his face was dull, his hair was getting messy. "Arghhhhhhhh, if it's like this I'll never allow you to go to that damn mission. Argh......" As he got out of control, his head grew heavy. Not a few objects in the room were destroyed again, guitar, bass, and they were a set of drums whose cymbals had been released somewhere."Baby, where are you....." He strangled his body to flock collapsed on a tapestry with a picture of a giraffe.

Amanda could only peek behind the frosted windowpanes, the doors of the music studio were locked tightly from inside. He could only watch his frail man uncontrollably, destroying his place where he practiced sound and played guitar. Not to mention, rows and rows of alcoholic beverages that have been opened bottle caps. "You still have a taste for Jasmine, 'cause you're so worried." Amanda could only cover her agape mouth without even uttering a word.

Is it true that the frail man was worried about Jasmine's disappearance.

What Dika felt tightness in his chest held back longing and anger. Answer me somehow!

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It was late in the afternoon, there was no twilight glint coming through the window glass. The room was neatly patched, just a door to enter and vent hole measuring 20cmx20cm totaled three holes. Unlike the magnificent house that Jasmine had seen earlier, this might be a special back house for captives like her. "Gosh, it's boring here. I just lie down, stand up, breathe, and think this way. It is better that I am in the forest just chasing a forest cat or even in pursuit of**** the forest will be more exciting and fun. Appeal must be confined and tied like a goat to be sacrificed. Huft......." Jasmine spoke to herself as she stared at the whitewashed ceiling and the light bulb that accompanied her besides the nightstand and a glass of water. "It's been locked up, tied up again.. Where can drink and take dipper.Huftt..... Wanna make me die of dehydration." Further again. But apparently his chatter was heard by someone who had been standing behind a locked door.

Clamps,klek,ceklek... The door opened, revealing the figure of the young master standing with his fresh face, looking young and of course passionate. Bryan walked over to Jasmine who was surprised to see the targeted mobster standing next to his current cot.

"What.....?" Jasmine was still lying down, staring at the young man before her reluctantly.

"Crazy!" The answer.

"Crazy..... Meanin?" Jasmine.

"You're talking to yourself, which means you're crazy." Bryan pressed the word 'crazy' while folding both hands in front of his chest.

"Hahaha, I might have gone crazy like this. You better take me off in the woods or in the middle of nowhere. Than I'm like a pet in a cage." Jasmine gasped about her wish.

"Don't expect to get out of here."

"What to?" Bryan.

"Secret, you don't need to know. You can hold a virgin, not a mother like me. It's no use." Jasmine replied still lying down.

"Isn't a widow like you more seductive?" Bryan held back his smile.

"Curtain! Rich mafia like you know the term mura*** from where?" Jasmine could no longer hold back her laughter. He laughed, what a silly treat in the afternoon.

"From my bodyguards, they're telling me widows are more seductive." Bryan was still standing looking at Jasmine who was lying down with a bond of handcuffs on her wrists.

"Hahahaha, really you're making my stomach hurt. You turned out to be a ridiculous mafia, hahaha." Jasmine's laughter was breaking. "Oh, my stomach.Hahaha." Jasmine tilted her body, suppressing her increasingly wild laughter.

"I'm a ridiculous mafia?" Ask Bryan.

"Yes, you have to sift through everything you hear. Not all widows are flirting

Virgin girls are more seductive and suitable for you if you want." Talking to young men made Jasmine have to filter also her speech, it could have been this backfired for her.

"Want what? Aren't you a widow?" Continue Bryan again who is now sitting on the edge of the cot bed leaving a distance of 50cm.

"I am a widow, but sory, I am an honorable widow." Jasmine was now speechless from the shrill laughter filling the 3x3 meter space as Bryan's body approached Jasmine's body.

Jasmine's hair stood up, as Bryan's hand flicked Jasmine's hair behind his ear, a slight swab at his back neck. Before the body came closer and whispered something that made Jasmine's chest tremble.

Bryan stood up leaving Jasmine glued to her place..

"Just enjoy your days here, I won't let you off easily. And I'm gonna make you into a seductive widow."

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