The blue love story - S01 E02

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The blue love story - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

: AUCTION

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BENJAMIN’s Point Of View

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I looked up to someone entered my office.

I am busy reading up papers that consists

agreements and proposal from our new

investors.

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“What are you doing here, Timmy?” I

asked. I focused myself on reading.

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Timmy, he is my bestfriend and I am

treating him like my own brother.

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He sit at the edge of my table, facing me.

“Come on, this day is your special day,

Jamin. You shouldn’t drown yourself with

those papers. Come with me, let’s have

some fun.”

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“Now what, you’re going to take me to

that club again?” I asked. I’ve been there

thrice and I admit that they have a good

services. But, I am not in the mood to go

there and f--k.

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“You’re only twenty five, Jamin, don’t

stress yourself. You have no family to feed

for you to work so hard. Enjoy your

bachelor moment. Come on, it is my treat.”

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I heaved a heavy sigh. What can I do?

Timmy won’t leave me here and give me

peace if I didn’t accepted his invitation. I

can’t concentrate on what I am doing if

he’s here.

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“Alright. Tonight, fetch me here,” I finally

said.

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“See you, Jamin!”

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And he left. My ears relaxed when silence

filled the room.

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I am working in JewelCore, a company that

produces jewelries and ornaments. I

inherited this company from my parents.

It’s been two years since I took the

position of Chairman, and I am grateful

that our company risen up and became

famous in the business world.

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JAJA’s Point Of View

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Stunned. That’s my exact, literally,

situation now. Why is this happening to

me? Am I born just to experience this? God,

you’re unfair!

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They caught me and placed at the

backstage. They chained my feet and

handcuffed my wrists in front. I received a

slap from my Uncle and it really hurts.

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So this is the reason of their strange

actions earlier. They will sell me.

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I felt tears forming in my eyes. I am really

hopeless now.

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“You’re next,” said by the event

coordinator. He led the way.

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I grabbed his arm. “Please, Mister, save me.

Don’t let me go there, I am begging you.”

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The event coordinator shook his head and

pushed me onstage. I heard men whistled

and expressed their amazement.

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“Gentlemen, fantasize this lady in front of

you. Fresh, beautiful, virgin, and naive. Kind

of girl you were looking. We will begin the

auction at a price of $1000.”

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“$2000!” yelled by someone while raising

his card.

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“$2000. Anyone who want to raise the

price?” asked by the emcee.

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“$2500!”

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“Anyone who want to surpass the $2500

and will have this fresh lady in front?”

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I remained stunned. Listening to their

biddings. Those money they were betting

is too high. I heard my heart pounding so

hard and loud that it is the only thing I

hear despite the noise around me.

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I wanted to scream in front of them that I

am not a thing to be bought. I am a human

who have a life to live! A girl who have

rights to choose and to be free!

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Tears never stop flowing down my cheeks

while listening to their bid. I saw my Uncle,

smiling widely, at the side of the stage.

He’s happy because he will receive big

amount of money because of me. Money is

more important to him than me, his own

niece. How did I end up with him? My

parents and my only brother died all at

once from an accident, only me who

survived. He and his wife is the only

relative I have. I thought they will treat me

like their child but no, they treated as their

slave.

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I pity myself. I should have killed myself

and followed my family.

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“Any higher than $30,000? Remember, this

girl will be yours and you can do whatever

you want!”

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Aren’t they going to stop?!

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“$100,000!”

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Silenced.

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I looked up and searched the man who

yelled the biggest bid I have ever heard. It

isn’t hard for me to find him because

almost all of the men here are looking at

him. He’s at the very corner of the room.

He wears three-piece suit, like a

businessman. I can’t see his face since his

place haven’t reached by the light. But I can

still see the card he is raising, it was

number 89.

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“Any higher than $100,000 of Mister 89?”

asked by the emcee.

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“You think we can still afford to raise it,

id*ot?!” shouted by someone at the emcee.

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“$110,000!” shouted by another man. Our

gaze switched on him. He raised his card

while staring at Mister 89.

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“Higher than $110,000 of Mister 13?”

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“$120,000!” Mister 89 shouted again.

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“$121,000!” raised by Mister 13.

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“$125,000!”

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Are they competing to each other? Our

head is switching every time they speak

and raises their price.

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“$126,000!” shouted by Mister 13 again.

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Silenced.

Uncanny silence.

Like me, they were flabbergasted on what

is happening.

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“Higher than Mister 13’s price?” asked by

the emcee.

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Silence. We are waiting for Mister 89 to

speak and raise the bid again.

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“Bidding will end in three…two…o–”

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“$150,000!” shouted by Mister 89.

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Indistinct voices and buzzing murmurs

filled the room. That is too high.

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“Bidding will end in three…two…one!” The

emcee pounded his wood hammer on the

table. “This lady is sold for $150,000!

Mister 89, you can take her backstage.

That’s all for today. Thank you for this

exciting auction!”

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BENJAMIN’s Point Of View

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“You…you’re really serious on buying that

lady?” shockingly asked by Timmy.

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“Yes,” I answered.

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“Just when did you changed your fetish?”

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“Earlier. Just when I felt her body. That lady

awaken my desire, heated up my blood,

and it is unusual to happen. I won’t let it

loose.”

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Frederick approached us. He’s the guy

named Mister 13. My great opponent in all

terms. He’s my stepbrother, son of my

father’s new wife. He’s one year older than

me.

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“Nice one, Benjamin. You won,” he said,

bitterly.

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“Better luck next time, Frederick,” I coldly

said and leaved him.

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Timmy followed me. Still have his widen

eyes. “Are you really serious?”

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“Yes.”

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“I can’t buy that lady for you, Jamin.

$150,000?!”

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“That’s not part of your treat. I will use my

own money.”

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We go to the backstage. Mister Chen and a

man is waiting there. I took my check from

my pocket and wrote the price of the lady.

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“Where is she?” I asked.

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“You really want her, Mister Benjamin.

She’s on your car now. Here’s the key of

her handcuff and chains.” Mister Chen gave

me the key as I handed over him the check.

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“Enjoy your lady, Mister Benjamin,” Mister

Chen said.

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I just nod. I took a single glance to the man

beside Mister Chen, he’s smiling widely.

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“Timmy, I’ll leave you here. Save your treat

for me, I’m going to take it one of this

days.”

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I immediately gone to my car. I saw my

driver outside.

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“She’s inside, Sir.”

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