Pulchritude Case
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1 Month Later️

"Son't you go home?" Deline kissed both of Jasmine's cheeks. "Don't forget the PR work, okay?"

The boy nodded excitedly, then waved his hand. Today's lesson was fun. In addition to missing the presence of the teacher's sister, Jasmine also missed the warmth of the girl. Deline's teaching is like her own mother. Patient and attentive. Warm jokes and a female figure full of spirit. The boy was very at home even if a full day had to study with Deline.

Jasmine opened the picture book, she stared at the painting. A child in a position held by both parents. Yeah, the boy drew himself, Deline and the father. Imagine as if they were family. Oh, that's so sweet. Jasmine got up from the chair, she saw Deline's phone left on the table. The boy grabbed it and fiddled with the phone.

"Sir Deline must have forgotten—ah, later also back." Jasmine put it in its original place.

The little girl sat back and stared at the phone. "Sister Deline, I'll borrow the phone for a second, okay?" He grabbed it again while chuckling.

"Yes, honey. Borrow," he said, imitating Deline's voice.

Turn on the phone, then press the camera icon in the right corner of the screen. Some images are saved in the gallery. Not satisfied with just getting three photos, Jasmine repeated the same thing again. In the middle of the fun to capture the moment, there was the sound of knocking on the door. Jasmine rests the phone on a vase, accidentally switching the photo mode to video mode. The camera lens started recording the child's activities by accident.

Jasmine walked towards the door, she peeked out from the small hole. In accordance with the message of Yardan— before opening the door for someone, he is required to check first. A smile fluttered from his lips. With the spirit of Jasmine opened the door the—Deline back, definitely want to pick up her missed phone.

"Aren't you going to get a cell phone?"

The girl nodded. He went inside the house, but his face looked flat. Like I have no expression at all. Deline touched Jasmine's shoulder, then leaned over and smelled her scent.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Deline tilted her head, then grabbed the child's little hand. He pulled her out of the house. Standing in front of the door, she stood behind Jasmine.

"Can't you ask for help?"

"Can, what is it?" jasmine replied while looking up.

"My hair was thrown and stuck on the balcony. Big Brother's hand was not enough to grab the rope, because little Jasmine's hand could definitely sneak between the sidelines of the iron. Can you help Brother?" pinta Deline's.

"Okay, I can."

The boy began to bend and thrust his head face down. His little hands began to stretch out from the iron fence. Deline's haircut got stuck in a wire, somehow it could be like that. Maybe because he was wagging his hair too tight so that he didn't realize the rope was thrown.

"It's hard, brother," she's still trying to reach him. Half his body hangs on the balcony.

I don't know what Deline was thinking, she accidentally stepped on Jasmine's foot. The boy screamed in pain, his right hand holding on to an oblong iron slowly slipping away. His balance is out of control, ill-fated Jasmine ends up falling from the 10th floor of her apartment. He shouted to call out the name of the father before in the end...

"Jasmine!!!"

The sirens of ambulances and police cars were mixed into one. People gathered in a circle. They wanted to see the body of a child found dead in terrible conditions. Police sketched the victim at the scene of Jasmine's fall. Fresh blood is still around TKP. Do not forget the police line began to be stretched around the place.

Previously, Yardan was uncomfortable to go to work. It was so hard leaving the house. From waking up in the morning between wanting to go to work or not, feeling hesitant to decide. When working is pursued by fear. Pressing his heart and mind. No doubt some mistakes he made accidentally. Breaking a beer glass and spilling hot oil into his hand. Today was tough and it was hard to focus on work. Maybe true, his premonition signified something bad.

After all the work was done, Yardan hurried home with a small gift for her daughter. Waving his feet into the courtyard of the building where he lived, he saw a crowd of humans gathering to fuss over something. They looked horrendous and shuddered at each other in horror. A woman murmured that the body of a child had died after falling from the 10th floor. Yardan was curious, she broke through the crowd while on her tiptoes to look at the victim.

They push each other to fight for places. The police shouted to tell them to give way. Jasmine's body was carried on a stretcher, Yardan recognized the clothes the child was wearing. He ran and forced to look at the body. Instantly the gifts held fell and his body trembled, not sparing any tears fell down his cheeks. Yardan screamed loudly, crying and finally found the princess dead. She did not expect that Jasmine was the intended victim.

His heart was broken into pieces. Half his soul floated into the middle of nowhere. Seeing the child die in such a state is devastating to him and his feelings. Crying out loud until the tears dry up, thrashing for not accepting with destiny. Very broken, completely destroyed. The only treasure in Yardan's life has been gone forever. The spirit of his life has gone home to the creator. What a pity Jasmine's fate was, she had to die in such a condition.

"Sa-I didn't do it-,"

Deline's hands trembled as the police interrogated her. After the incident, the police took him to the police station. Witnesses said that a woman had just entered the victim's house, then came out again with Jasmine in her arms. And also the last person with the child was Deline. It did not take long for the police to act and arrest him.

"Witnesses say that you were last with the victim. And he also saw you go in, then come back out with him."

"No. After teaching me straight home, don't take Jasmine out together."

"No. I didn't do it" Deline cried. He was shocked when the police arrested him and said that he had killed Jasmine.

"Sir Kim, I'm not a murderer. Really, I didn't do that." he continued, staring at Yardan with a clear face.

"Sister Dan, I really didn't do it." she cried even more.

Yardan was silent from now on. His feelings were still chaotic and in a state of sadness. Every question asked by the police, he just said yes and right. There was no sense of caring for Deline. Yardan didn't believe it. While Danesh, the man leaned against the wall while hearing and listening to the police interrogating his sister. I don't know, they were both confused and surprised by this incident. Suddenly his brother was arrested and charged with this.

And Deline, the girl resigned and did not understand at all the accusations they had made against her. Indeed, he just taught Jasmine after that immediately say goodbye home. Really, he didn't go back there to pick up anything. It may be true that the phone is left behind, but Deline still does not realize it until home. About Jasmine—'s death it was a shock to her. Moreover, the news spread saying the child died horribly. Deline did not expect that her meeting today with Jasmine was the last time.

"In the meantime, we'll hold Miss Deline until the law imposes charges against her."

"What?"

"Sir Kim, why don't you trust me?" Deline held both hands of Yardan while crying.

"I loved Jasmine like a sister, which I could have done to her. Please, trust me Mr. Kim." he continued.

Yardan. He left the place—Deline tried to chase after him, but the police detained him to stay.

"Sir Kim, I beg you."

"Sister Dan, I'm innocent."

Danesh breathed a long breath. He ran after Yardan. The man forcefully pulled his clothes.

"You!" Danesh held up Yardan until the widower tiptoed. "You don't believe it? He always defends you and puts you first. Deline chose your son as her disciple and rejected my offer, don't you understand gratitude huh?"

Yardan pushed him, but did not intend to fight back.

"You should understand and thank my sister for her sacrifice to your family, not ignore it like that. You don't know yourself!"

"Remember this—if I can prove that my sister is innocent, then I'll make sure your fucking face won't take shape again. You gotit?" Danesh.

Again and again Yardan ignored him. He leaves while glancing at the cynical Danesh. No matter the threat posed by the man. His grief over the loss of the child turned Yardan into indifferent to anything. It feels so lazy to respond to everything. There was no need to think about anyone else, his circumstances alone were extremely miserable. So why care for someone who wants mercy from him? Just dream.

A thin blowing wind pressed against Yardan's skin. The moonlight barged in through the window. He floated in silence. His soul and mental were shapelessly shattered. Jasmine's shadow seemed to roam freely within their home. Laughter and jokes filled this void. Sitting pensively immersed in his own imagination. A single tear fell onto the table, Yardan raised her head while wiping away the tears that kept coming out. He was not strong considering the events of a few days ago. The shadow swirled in his mind.

Sepi🥀

There is a lost— which is the most valuable treasure in Yardan's life. More expensive than gold and diamonds or even pearls. Cannot be replaced in any form. The presence of the little girl became a complement to his life, but now?

Yardan walked weakly towards the room. A white flower seemed to light up in the darkness. He was curious and approached her. Pick up the flowers while twirling them. The fragrance from the flower reminded Yardan of something. The man walked quickly to the bookshelf, grabbing a piece of paper tucked between thick pages. Dull paper displays writing that begins to fade.

"It turns out you did it, hm?" He grins.

"Fuck!"

He shouted after realizing something. Slamming things around him, then walk into the living room while crying loudly. Yardan kicked the table so that it made the object on it vibrate and collapse. The black-colored flat object distracted him. Yardan grabbed the phone. It was still on, although the battery showed only a few percent. Yep, that's Deline's phone. For many days remain in the same place. Yardan threw it on the table, no matter who it belonged to and why it was there.

Yardan left, suddenly tripping over the table leg. He cursed lirih—the phone lit by itself. The spinning video shows Jasmine walking towards the door. He grabbed her and watched the video, his hands shaking as the recording showed the boy talking to himself—walking towards the balcony, in the video showing the scene where Jasmine had fallen.

Why did the camera record the whole incident? The answer was that when Jasmine placed Deline's phone, it was pointing straight towards the front room or the direction of the door. Automatically the camera recorded out of the house, what Jasmine experienced was inversely proportional to the video recording. Only Yardan understood all that. The white flowers and the paper he had were clear proof that Deline was not the culprit.

His heartbeat skipped a beat, sweat slid freely down his cheeks. Deline was accused of the death of the child, but now she has been shown that the charge is a grave mistake. It was as if Jasmine was showing her existence by resuscitating Yardan. He died not because of Deline, but something that's been after him all along. Even the child's soul was not calm, he wanted justice for his death. Someone must avenge Jasmine's death, the boy must have given his father clues to uncover the great evil.

"I'm sorry, Miss."