Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#31 on the Crossroads

My weak hand played all the stationery and materials. Paper pieces follow a pattern that has been my idea for a long time. Sometimes I have to start remembering from the beginning what I did, after a few seconds the subconscious drifted.

“Ah hah,” this light work always reminds me to breathe. Although I occasionally use it to reflect, whatever the topic.

Ever thought for a minute. The tiredness that I felt all this time probably came from the self that was holding back my curiosity. Fatigue that accumulates will be a worrying misunderstanding.

Self like this is tiring, how will Rizki face it?

My whole life has not been a short time. Rizki had already faced that, giving up her whole soul and body, for herself and myself. Imagine how big his fatigue was.

However, do everything in your way until⏤kuteguk spit in my throat⏤ to kill people? I never thought it was Rizki. I was really made to not be able to think of anything to respond to it.

“Hah!” I immediately slammed my head onto the ledger.

This mess, what else?

Nah! I can't falter!

I threw my body behind the back of the chair. My heart has decided to stay with my father. It's impossible for me to leave him behind while we need each other. Plus I've got a confession from papa and will soon find out the truth.

I should have realized why Rizki insisted all this time on keeping it a secret from me. The reason must be because he didn't want me to be afraid. The information he protected must have been as horrifying as that. The fear I know now is just a crumb of that information.

The book in front of me was closed. I should have cleaned my desk. Turn off the study lights and turn on the sleep lights. My own body was thrown in the middle of a navy blue-clad bed.

Terrifying information. Am I ready to face it in time? A one-time encounter with the culprit alone can get me to this. Somehow when I find out what's behind all this.

I closed my eyes which were beginning to dry. The throbbing pain in my head forced me to rest in the present position. I want to sleep for a while.

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“Hah hah ah hah.

Whose heavy voice is that? It feels very close.

Those heavy eyes could finally open. Bring the conscious back to the surface. Is that breath my voice? Why does it feel hot on the end to the end. I don't think I can move.

Huh huh? Water sound. There's someone on my right.

“Just sleep again,” the familiar soft voice with the ears returns refreshing.

“Papa?” I voiced the hoarseness of the throat.

That wide hand was carrying something cool on my forehead, “Iya, this is papa. Sleep again huh?”

Shaking my body in thought of something, “Papa..” My voice grew hoarse describing my fear.

“Why?”

I tried my hardest to hold myself up on the bone. I wanted to hug this guy. I don't know why.

Call once again with my hoarse voice. Hugged his wide neck. He didn't feel like he meant to stop me. Without an opponent or question, his body bent down for me to hug him.

I could feel my whole body crying. I didn't expect that knowing such little information would shake me. It's my guts to erase the name of a child who doesn't know anything about it.

Wanted to know but afraid to know. I can keep laughing at myself. This contradiction will never end.

He fixed his seat and my embrace. Makes me comfortable by hugging my body under her arms while she sits on the bed. I stretched my body so I could lie down.

“Battle nightmare?”

There is no way I would tell the source of my turmoil which is the result of eavesdropping.

“Why?”

“Rasyi never heard from Rasyi's friend,” I as if to issue directly that comes to my head, “There are the most difficult questions to answer.”

“What?”

Why would I ask this? Is this the way I'm inside to rebuild my confidence that's starting to collapse?

“If papa has to choose to save one of the family members papa, papa choose a partner papa or a child papa?”

I could feel the hand holding her tighter. The silence of this moment gave me a sense of tension. He won't answer?

That question solves silence on a very early day, “Why is that the hardest question?”

“Because if we save one, we have to sacrifice another one,” I sigh, “Rasyi think whatever the answer is, we will lose one of them.”

A few seconds back in silence before he spoke again, “If papa chooses your mama, there papa scolded desperately.”

My brain is spinning faster. My hands that Rizki helped straighten the body that was still weak. Our faces face each other. While his hands were still clasping helped support my body.

“But if papa sacrifices mama, is not papa the same as killing mama?”

Her eyes back shiny towards my eyes, “There is no greater reason not to choose Rasyi.”

Down my head cut off the direction of the papa's gaze. Playing with his hand holding my hand warm.

Uh. What answer am I looking for? It was this love that made me want to embrace her even more. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. It's not enough for me not to survive.

Know the information or not know. Confident I would stay in this position. Because I also know I'm more afraid to go out there alone.

He stroked my head, “Rasyi eavesdropped to where?”

Huh.... My surprised face was used up. Surely papa this one knows I eavesdropped this afternoon. Her brain could not possibly miss my question that came out suddenly, no storm no typhoon.

“Until then,” I spoke slowly, “Then Rasyi went straight away.”

Gently his right hand held my face, “What is Rasyi afraid of papa?”

I'm shaking. My belief is very strong that he has the right explanation. What explanation is that? “Why did papa do it?”

“Many reasons. One of them is to survive,” Papa smiled cynically, “But whatever the reason, killing still kills. Aye right?”

It's true. But I also confirmed that the world is rotten. To survive is a common reason. Where the victim is blamed. It is this taboo that worries me.

“Listen, Rasyi,” He clasped my hand tightly, “This is why papa did not dare to tell Rasyi. Papa knows Rasyi must be scared.”

Ja. I know that too. It was also the matter that maintained my plain position of not knowing anything.

“Rasyi must decide,” he holds my hand tightly, “Rasyi still want to know the story of papa or not. Papa promised not to oppose Rasyi's decision again.”

Facing a decision in the middle of both options to the contrary, right not my ability, “Rasyi scared,” muttered me.

“Papa know,” she stroked me continuously, “Rasyi can rest first.”

He pulled me slowly until I was lying down. Feeling the softness in the bed that I used every night. Back the cold cloth hit my forehead which felt hot.

“Rasyi rest first two three days,” a ketchup like an expert touch another spot on my head, “Papa must defend Rasyi, whatever it is.”