章節 38: The Red Dress
A while ago.
[Shall I borrow the money first?] Jasmine thought hesitantly, who knows Rafael will come home and bring money tomorrow? Jasmine can immediately exchange the amount of money.
Jasmine suddenly gasped. [Ah, Right, I can borrow it first.]
Jasmine remembered the clothes Leonardo had given her. Midi dresses lack materials that have fantastic prices. Jasmine hasn't removed the price tag yet. Who knows, she might earn some money from pawning the clothes. She will borrow it first. After getting the salary, she will redeem the dress and return it to Leonardo.
Jasmine interrupted the queue at the teller, wanting to hurry home and find her dress. But the line is quite long, and the clock is pointing at 2 pm. The average office will close at three or four pm on Friday.
"You can leave it to me, Jas." Kikan opened her palm.
"Really? Thank you, Sis." Jasmine nodded gratefully.
The woman quickly left the deposit in the palm of her colleague's hand. Without suspicion, without worrying.
Kikan felt that she had the opportunity to get rid of Jasmine. The woman had taken all her work, including Leonardo's attention. Usually, Kikan earns extra from serving wealthy men. But Leonardo is different, not only rich, but he is also very handsome. Kikan likes him. She was jealous of Jasmine.
[Tch, stupid! Her innocence disgusts me! ] Kikan thought, then this woman took three million money from the bundle of money when no one saw her. Kikan then sat next to the teller, as an alibi that she wasn't going anywhere.
"It's less than three million!!" the Teller officer exclaimed.
Kikan smirked. She got up and just waiting for the moment of judgment for Jasmine's fault. Kikan hoped that Jasmine would leave soon after being dishonorably fired.
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Jasmine searched her wardrobe. She found an expensive dress that Leonardo gave her the other day. Still complete with matching colored lingerie. Jasmine quickly tidied the dress so it wouldn't wrinkle. The price tag was showing ten million rupiahs.
"He bought these expensive clothes easily!! Hah... it costs the same as Mera's tuition school an entire year!!" mumbled Jasmine. There was no time to daydream or compare fate. She had to hurry, only half an hour until the pawnshops closed.
"Excuse me, sir. Would you like to accept this dress?" That was what Jasmine had asked as she knocked on door after door of the pawnshop.
No one wants to accept clothes as collateral. They were afraid that the clothes Jasmine was carrying were fake or a stolen goods.
"I didn't steal it, sir! I got it, a gift from someone!" Jasmine looked pity, begging the last shop owner.
"If your acquaintances can give you clothes this expensive, you'd better ask him for money!" said the man who owned the shop, and Asian blood, still relatively young.
Jasmine bit her lip. How could she ask Leonardo for money? Instead, Jasmine desperately wanted that man out of her current life.
"Please, sir, just three million. Please, sir, one month, I will make up for it." Jasmine continued to beg. She held the man's arm not to leaving and accepted the clothes. Jasmine's only hope is to pay her sister's tuition.
"What's all the fuss about? You said you wanted to go on a date. Why is the shop still open?!" A beautiful woman shouted fiercely at her lover. She felt uncomfortable waiting in the car.
"Here, there is a client who is difficult to handle!" he growled, pointing to Jasmine's nose.
"Three million only!! I beg you!" Her round eyes glazed over.
"Hey!! Isn't this the latest dress from the leading brand?? Wow, isn't this very expensive!" The woman was fascinated by Jasmine's dress. She continued to touch and stare at her in admiration.
"She pawned it three million." His boyfriend told her.
"Three million???! Wait, I'll buy it, wait!!!" The woman rushed out of the man's shop and took the cash from the car.
"I'm not selling it, sir. I'm just pawning it." Jasmine gulped. The clothes were not hers. It belongs to Leonardo. Jasmine had promised not to ask Leonardo anything in return, including the expensive dress.
"Luckily, I took the money for skincare. Here, the money, sell it to me." The beautiful woman came back in a hurry. She was worried that Jasmine would change her mind.
"I'm not selling it, miss. Just pawning it." Jasmine refused.
"I don't want to take it. If you want money, sell it to my lover." The man started to close his shop. Jasmine lowered her shoulders limply. She remembers the figure of Mera, who has to beg for a test card at the head of administration at her school tomorrow.
"How? Three million, cash!!" asked the beautiful woman, big round earrings complete her classy look.
"Okay." Jasmine sighed softly. Already decided to sell the dress. Jasmine had to give it up for the sake of Ameera's school fees.
"Here is the money."
"Thank you, Miss."
After receiving the money, Jasmine rushed to the nearest ATM. Make deposits and also transfers to her mother's account, which Ameera currently manages.
Proof of transfer sticking out of the ATM. Jasmine successfully sent the three million to Ameera. She never realized that elsewhere, a coincidence had also occurred. The teller calculated the shortfall of three million in the customer's savings deposited this afternoon by Jasmine. They wonder, did Jasmine really steal and send the money to her mother back in the village? How despicable Jasmine was, feeding her family with stolen funds.
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Jasmine was wiping sweat. She was not far from her house. But her heart was reluctant to return home. She couldn't enter the house without caring about her current state of mind. She felt guilty for betraying Rafael. She also felt guilty for selling Leonardo's dress.
At 3 p.m., the sky was cloudy, as cloudy as her heart. It's useless to go back to the office. Soon the bank will close. Her steps faltered again, without realizing Jasmine was already standing in front of the old church door. This old building looks magnificent after the restoration by Father Albert.
It looks like the guilt that squeezes the heart radiates on her beautiful face. Jasmine looked sluggish, pale, and hopeless. The woman sat, staring intently at the spiritual center within the church building. Unknowingly, her tears fell. Why was her life so miserable lately?
Not enough with the economic problems that crush her. Troubles keep coming, starting from knowing her husband's lies to the stupidity she did with another man.
"Jasmine." Call Albert.
"Father!" Jasmine gasped. She quickly wiped away the tears that had been streaming down her face.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked softly, leading Jasmine into the confessional.
"Jasmine wants to confess, Father. It feels tight." Jasmine nodded. She followed the man in priest's clothes into the confessional.
Small booths, each measuring 2x2, separated by wooden walls with carved flowers. One for the Father and one for the congregation who confessed. The goal is that Father and sinners can talk without hesitation because they do not know each other or meet face to face. But since Albert and Jasmine knew each other well, they didn't mind it. After all, there was only one priest in the church at this time.
"So what do you have to say, Jasmine?" asked Albert in a gentle tone.
"I… I…," Jasmine stuttered. She bit her fingertip. Try not to panic.
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