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Is papy okay ?

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Aelin slid out a square object with the screen lit up from inside her backpack.

He made the flat object, then approached the object to his ear.

Tut's...

Tut's...

Tut's...

Only the connecting tone is heard, there are no signs if the phone call will be connected.

Aelin's heart rate is beating violently, negative thoughts are getting imagined - a shadow in his eyes.

Even he bit his fingernails, a habit he always does when frightened.

Aelin again tried, after the voice of the operator again greeted his eardrum.

Her tears were unceasing to descend, while her breathing felt tight due to the fear that increasingly suffocated her.

"Papy please give me the call.. Aelin was very worried.." Lirih Aelin with true fear now wrapped herself.

His face was increasingly paled, with a cold body trembling.

Aelin came back to her cell phone to her ear.

Hope if his call this time is answered.

He no longer wanted to lose the figure that was very important to him, even though the last time the father did not trust himself at all.

But that's no reason for him to be angry for too long at Mr. Arkelins.

For after all for 12teen years the man was a very important figure for Aelin.

Because of the great affection that Mr. Arkelin, he never complained of wanting affection for his dead mother.

The figure of a man who really makes Aelin feel like a princess of the castle, with all the indulgence that was always given by her father.

He did not want to lose his father, having experienced the loss of a mother. He had no one but his father in this world.

If anything happens to Mr. Arkelin how Aelin can survive in a world so cruel to him.

He had already lost many things, and his self did not want to lose its source of strength.

He did not want to feel pain that was even worse than death.

"No.. I have to think positively.. I can't think negatively. Everything will go according to what I think. Papy's gonna be fine. Maybe he was busy, not picking up his phone. I'm her favorite daughter, right? Papy's fine..." Oceh Aelin is calming herself.

Suggesting himself that nothing happened. Stepping aside his bad prejudices that really managed to make her a fog.

But he could not lie to his heart, which at this time felt unreasonable. With a mind that only goes to Mr. Arkelins.

Although he forced himself to calm down, but still his fear, worry, and anxiety became one and now has plagued his heart and mind that increasingly chaotic.

Aelin rubbed her rough face, squeezing her head that felt full. It is time to get an answer from the operator if the destination number does not answer the call.

Aelin was truly feeling desperate. He had contacted his father's number twenty times, and he always got the same answer from the operator.

"Papy didn't answer my phone at all.. Hix... Where is papy? No no I can't give up. Antonio's brother is with papy, no, why can I forget him..." Aelin's great-grandson, as she recalled something that seemed to be a way out.

Aelin was a little relieved, how could she forget the man she already considered to be her brother.

Aelin crumpled her body on the bed, while her hands had already squeezed Antonio's contact.

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Antonio, who was still crying in silence, arrived at a shock with the sound of his phone ringing lying just on the floor.

Antonio stared uninterestedly, the square thing that rang out loud enough.

He really needs time alone to digest all the things that have just happened to him.

He was still dependent on the great dilemma that continued to hit him relentlessly.

And that damn thing is ringing at the wrong time. Pekik Antonio was a little upset but his hand still grabbed the object.

Where the phone screen shows my little girl contact, which is none other than Aelin.

Why would Aelin call her in a situation like this?

In a time when his mind was completely muddled, even he was very lazy to talk to anyone.

He's hurting right now, a wound so deep. It may not even be able to heal.

Heartbroken wounds with love that has not been knitted, by knowing that the girl who had made her brother stiff in bed, is the same girl who had stolen his heart.

Antonio glanced at Mr.'s outpatient. Arkelins.

What should he tell the girl about her father's dying condition.?

Why is everything so complicated and so difficult.

Why should her self who is in a position to be this.?

Is God messing with his feelings.?

Or God is working on himself by writing a very complicated destiny.

Antonio restores his hair, sighs long. Before his finger presses the green phone handle icon. Then it approached the object in his ear.

"Sister Antoni...!" Call Aelin with a voice of relief from the end of the phone. The end of his call was raised, and he could tell his father's condition was definitely going to be fine.

Antonio closed his eyes, when his heart felt pierced by thorns, when he heard the sound of a cry that could always slice his heart.

For whatever sake he could at least hear or see Aelin crying.

"Tumben called Aelin's sister..." Reply Antonio with a voice that is made as usual as possible.

Aelin twitches to hear Antonio mention her name, her usual Antonio calling her a little fairy.

But that's not the most important thing. The purpose of calling Antonio was to ask his father.

"Sister's with papy, right? Auntie said brother and papy went out of town. I've called papy many times, but he didn't answer my calls. So I called you. Sis can I talk to papy...?"

Cetaarrr....

Blars...

Antonio's body felt instantly charred in a lightning strike because he heard Aelin's question.

His lips are really mute, he can not say the condition of Mr. Arkelin at this time.

But Aelin should also know if her father is not okay.

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