Kiss The Rain's
Chapters 90.

That night Jasmine simply flipped through the white envelope she had placed on the table.

On the envelope cover was a sentence, "Don't open it before I go."

Jasmine's curiosity shook everything, but she chose to put the letter in her bag. He put his body back on the bed. Staring blankly at the height of his roof in a long daydream tipped solid eyes.

While that night Bryan and his family were placed in a special room, more special than the other rooms.

In the morning the Surya seemed to shine brightly. Some of the team members moved to clean up the trash from the rest of the party last night.

Other teams brought home the families of the bodyguards. Seemed bitter, sad and haru. The most powerful bald try to encourage his friends. Trying to comfort the whining children ask his father to come home quickly.

From behind the window, Jasmine saw everything that had happened, she did not dare to go out of the room and saw the many tears that had trickled down this morning.

A few hours later, the state motorcade arrived, carrying a large bus.

The suspects were standing neatly in front of the warehouse with their hands wrapped in handcuffs. They stood up and put on masks. No one knows their identity other than Brandles Wolfgang and the state.

All the members of Brandles Wolfgang prepared with special clothes with firearms in their hands.

Journalists had also packed the outer area of the warehouse. Photographing everything that happened, the submission of suspects in the largest illegal drug and gun possession case in Indonesia.

Jasmine stood up, acting indifferent towards Bryan. The two of them did not reply or look at each other. Only occasionally did Jasmine and Bryan glance at each other.

It's not easy, if it's not for my responsibility. I must have hugged your body tightly. I'm not gonna let the universe separate us.

Jasmine stood up, watching one by one Bryan's bodyguards enter the bus that read "Detainees of the State"

Bryan and Husein were the last to get on the bus. Jasmine's eyes looked at Bryan. For a second or two, their eyes fused together. Glowed a difficult twinkle. Sparkles of despair, of pain.

The bus slowly darted away from the warehouse, while reporters crunched in looking for the whereabouts of Jasmine who was shedding her tears p-e-r-l-a-h-a-n.

"Why did you cry, did you get involved in the love of the location with the man who was sitting in the wheelchair earlier. I saw that brother staring at her."

"Yes, I recorded that my brother could not be separated from the man in the wheelchair....,"

"Is it true that you are involved in the love of the location with the suspect, this will be great news if it happens....,"

Raka who saw Jasmine did not budge from where she had been standing since earlier. Trying to resuscitate her brother's daydream, wipe away her tears and smile at the reporters.

"When it comes to your brother's personal business, you already know what to do. Fee 50% of news coverage." Raka grabbed Jasmine's body which had lost balance.

Reporters just threw eyes at each other looking at Jasmine who was about to faint in front of them.

On the prisoner bus.

Bryan just stared at the window glass, with a face that was not necessarily direction. Sometimes his head looks back.

Until Husein who realized the fragility of his sister's heart can only hug his sister, "Strengthen and be the annoying Bryan like before."

Bryan, who could no longer hold back his tears, finally fell sobbing in Husein's arms.

"Cry, if it can make you relieved. But promise your brother this, after this you'll be back to being a shitty Bryan. He'll love you and wait for you." The clap Husein kept doing on Bryan's back.

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Later that night at headquarters, Jasmine shut herself in the room, flipping through Bryan's mail envelopes.

I don't know what Jasmine's inside is still not willing to open it. It was just thinking how to find Bryan with the status they were hiding.

Jasmine, who did not want to dissolve from the sadness, decided to leave the room. Looking for Candra to confirm her orders last time.

"When's the trial, Cand?"

"Cand, do they have a lawyer?"

"Husein once said that they had a brother who became a lawyer. I hope he can help. No, don't be sad."

"Enak you talk, Cand. Even when I was separated, I couldn't hold her. Kissing her pink lips. You know I still can't let go of my relationship and her. Although it's just a series but he's good, Cand. Better than Dika."

"You want me to give you back sound to accompany your days, no, Non."

"What'an." Jasmine lands her butt on the couch while watching Candra choose a music playlist on the big screen.

Kularut decays in the silence of your heart

Falling with the tears

You've buried your grieving face

Doubt the pain in your soul

(Paddy - Fragile )

"It's my gala song, Non." Candra approached Jasmine.

"Curtain! Your heart can be fragile too, Cand." Jasmine smiled as she imbued her song.

"A lot of sacrifices I made to get my blessing from my in-laws, Non." Candra stared at the pawang. "They don't know if I'm Intel, I'm hiding my status."

Candra smiled, "Until now they don't know. All they know is that I own an electronic service. That's why they don't approve."

"Then, if your in-laws didn't approve of you. What are you gonna do, Cand?" Tanya Jasmine was curious.

"Last option, I will unmask my true self. But, my efforts bear fruit Non. My efforts are getting more and more advanced and my efforts to approach the three of them are not in vain."

"Then, what's the business with me, Cand?"

Candra laughed lightly. "The greater the effort we put in, the greater the results we get. Don't look at the results, but everything Non Jasmine does is a good thing. Trust me, when the time comes. Everything will taste sweeter. Be patient." Candra patted Jasmine on the shoulder, turning back to stare at the big screen in front of her.

Jasmine thought of Candra's remark, "Sweeter how, even the court's decision is not certain."

"Patience, later let us follow all the hearings held by the court. We're trying our best."

"Cand, if the reward is liquid, don't forget my message yesterday. Her grandmother needs special care. After that let me think about how to find a donor for the orphanage and the next month's guard family." Jasmine nodded her forehead.

"Why not ask your ex-husband, Non. Even a month's income alone he could reach 1 M."

It was Candra who made Jasmine surprised. "Know from where if a month he gets 1 M, Cand. Are you still stalking him?"

"As per the chairman's order, Non." Candra nodded.

"Then, where did the video in the basemant spread?"

"Your ex-husband, who else."

"Cand, do you know about room 228?" Tanya Jasmine investigated.

"Secret."

Dika, Dika's. I should ask him for help. Ah, I don't want her to rape me again. But, it was not that he could be rewarded if he became a child donor in an orphanage.

Jasmine growling. Confusion struck his heart.