Help Me!!
Jasmine flinched. Who entered her house without permission??
Her round eyes widened in surprise.
[ Who? ]
Jasmine wiped away the tears. With a feeling of fear, she came out of the closet. She was peeking who came to her house without permission.
"Excuse me, I came to take a look at the house," said a middle-aged man, his face looking confused because he couldn't find anyone in the house even though the gate was open.
Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief. She thought it was a bad person.
"Yes, just a minute." Jasmine quickly tidied up her clothes and face.
"Sorry, I accidentally hit a flower vase when I opened the door," he said. The man pointed at the broken flower pot.
"It's okay, sir. I was the one who put the vase carelessly." Jasmine cleaned up the shards of glass. The flower vase did look out of place because almost all the furniture in the living room was empty. Jasmine placed it carelessly on the window frame.
"I came to see the house. I saw the ad in the newspaper last week. Has this house been sold?" he asked politely.
"Not yet, sir. There have been several bidders, but we haven't found a price agreement yet." Jasmine smiled. This woman looked cute when she smiled.
"Open at what price is this, son?" asked the man. He looked at Jasmine's beautiful face.
"Five hundred million, sir. Since this house is still a mortgage, three-quarters of which you can deposit in the bank to redeem the certificate, I received 125 million, sir." Jasmine explained, she had paid for the house for about a year, together with the down payment for the house, so Jasmine would only receive a quarter of the selling price. (in rupiah)
The man nodded in understanding. He went back around, looking at Jasmine's tiny house. Kitchen, washing and drying area, small garage. Everything looks still good, still new, and also sturdy.
"May I see the room, son?" the man asked. Jasmine objected somewhat for fear that the man might find Rafael's bullets. But how can Jasmine refuse? Every buyer will explore every inch of the house they are going to buy, including the master bedroom—the place where they would lie down every night.
"W—well, sir. Please."
The man entered the room. He also went into the bathroom to check everything. The faucet had no leaks, the tiles looked clean and without crust, and what pleased him the most was to find that Jasmine was alone in the house.
"You alone? Your husband?" the man asked, Jasmine's focus falling on the cardboard box full of bullets in the cupboard. She forgot to close the wardrobe.
"Son?? Do you live alone? Where is your husband?" he asked again.
"Akh!! I ... yes. My husband just died, sir," replied Jasmine. Jasmine quickly walked in and closed the wardrobe door. Afraid that Rafael's bullet will be seen.
When closing the closet door, the man suddenly hugged Jasmine behind, wrapping his arms around Jasmine's slender waist. Suddenly Jasmine flinched in surprise.
"What the hell!! Let me go!!" screamed Jasmine.
"Come on. You're a widow! There's nothing wrong with serving me just this once. I'll buy your house without bargaining, ah. No, I'll even add another fifty million to the price." The old man, who was practically the same age as his father, was seducing Jasmine. Jasmine's body and face had tempted the man since the first time he came. He did not expect that Jasmine lived alone and was even a widow at such a young age. Get a windfall.
"GET OFF!!" Jasmine struggled.
"Just once, girl. You're so beautiful." The man started to feel Jasmine's hips and moved up to the front of her chest, trying to squeeze the bulge.
"Fuck!! Let go!!" Jasmine rebelled. She bit the man's hand.
"Ah!!" He screamed in pain. Jasmine did not waste this opportunity. The woman quickly walked away.
"God damn it!!" The man did not stay. Still, he grabbed Jasmine's hair and pulled it. Jasmine, who was in pain, was forced to stop in her tracks. The man pulled her down on the bed. He quickly managed to lock Jasmine's legs and tried to pin her down.
"No!! PLEASE!!!" Jasmine screamed pitifully.
"HELP ME!!"
— MI VOLAS VIN —