Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#32 Sweet Support
“Aaw!” too late daydreams are stopped by uncontrolled scissor movements. I cut my ring finger until the blood flowed.
I'll just keep my gunting away. Clenching his hands lightly, trying to shrink the drops to another place. All that came to my head was to clear away the redness before dripping everywhere.
I closed the book again. Putting aside all the prints on the table with my right hand. A light push into a clean white chair, straighten the curve of the knee and step away. The bathroom door is open. A sore finger indicates redness flowing to the bottom of the sink.
“Rasyi,” papa voice?
I stop that flaming water faucet, “In the bathroom.”
Her figure appeared behind the bathroom door. Our eyes met and a second later his gaze deviated towards my hand.
“Rasyi?!” quickly he came to me and saw my wound, “Why bleed?” panic seemed to bother him.
Uh. He seemed to want to cry. In three days I was only home. I rarely even get out of my room. Should have been drained already that worry.
Quickly respond with my wounds that continue to flow, papa pulled my face towel. His hands deftly folded them up to the size of a handkerchief. Covering part of my hand along with the wound. Rizki pulled my free right hand, hinting to hold the soft cloth.
He embraces me, “Follow papa come down come.”
“Rasyi no papa kok.”
“Yes, Rasyi is fine. But this had to be treated before the infection,” he led me through the room and walked closer to the stairs.
“Papa, Rasyi can treat in his own room.”
He still pulled me out into the kitchen, “Already, let's just say. All Rasyi eat too.”
I'm not hungry. Why am I always forced to eat?
“Aibi! Take P3K,” Rizki gave instructions to the two aunts who were busy preparing food.
Papa led me slowly to the front of the sink. He opened the towel I was holding. Checking it and playing his finger gently felt the wound. A few minutes he dedicated to washing my wounds in warm tap water.
We moved to the dining table where there were six chairs. A wooden table with two layers of glass in the middle provides a typical view of the beach. I sat on the wide side of the table. While Rizki sat on the other side with her health box.
“Bi, prepare a meal for Rasyi,” Rizki is still busy with the towel was drying my wound.
“Rasyi not hungry, pa.”
Opened an antiseptic bottle and poured it a little in cotton, “Keep Rasyi want not to eat until when?” This man started to slowly cover the wound with the liquid.
Perih put off for a moment my mouth to speak, “No appetite how?”
Rizki completed her treatment by bandaging her with a wide wound plaster. That skin-colored thing also covered the whole nail of my ring finger. The father breathed more relaxed. But his piercing gaze seemed as if I wanted to withdraw my words.
Suddenly a voice emerged from the cell phone left in the middle of the dining table. He picked up his phone while his other hand was holding my left hand. I don't know what it is until it can look at me more closely.
Ah, not comfortable once, “Rasyi back to the room huh?” I stood up and let go of his grasp slowly.
Step by step I climbed the stairs. The colourful room is still open. The door closed following my right hand. Sit back at the study table.
Uh. Today my body feels weak. I work with a brain that wants to think hard. Restless haunts me, holding me back when I should have made my decision. The third day I ran away from school activities, and the third day I still didn't want to think about the fear from both directions.
Afraid to know the truth. Afraid that something might happen while not being able to do anything. Rashiqa Dheanadari Wirandi. What do you want anyway?
Holding my head. Shouting from inside, what should I do?
GECK! GECK!
Papa never stops worrying. I stayed in a comfortable and safe room.
“Rasyi, can I come in?” loh. That sound?
“Jagad?” I stood up and opened the door until my face was seen, “Kok, Jagad here? Why?”
Her eyes widened. I don't know what he's surprised about. Whatever it was made his hands that seemed to want to touch me tremble violently.
“Jagad why?”
He's trying to get his face done, “No. I just want to play. Can I?”
His poster body was still arrogant and his expression was still scowling. But it clearly looks like his face. He seems to be begging. He rarely is like this. Such a thing I always thought was sweet.
Opening the door wider let her in, “Bby.”
The entrance steps came to a halt when I saw my study table that was still in a mess. He occupied a short chair footstool that he often sat when visiting. I sat in the study chair in front of him.
“Why?” I held my elbow towards the table to hold my face.
“Ngak. Emm,” is he so stiff? “Not eat?”
I laughed lightly, “Why the hell? I thought you were my girlfriend.”
Uup. The discussion is in that direction? I used to reject it indirectly. Don't use pleasantries.
“Not yet, I haven't eaten. Not hungry because,” I smile hoping to remove the trail of unpleasant discussion.
He seems to be getting stiffer too, “Rasyi until when not to go to school?”
“Don't know,” whether I can focus on learning with all these fears or not?
I know I have to choose. I have to pick a path and get back to my activities. There's no way I could keep running away. Yet….
The width of his hand that felt rough was reaching for my left hand, “I don't know, what problem are you as papa you. But Rasyi, you can't gini. See your face.”
My face? I remember in the back of the Jagad sitting there was a mirror at body height. The mirror was forgotten for so long since I was told to rehab. Since when did my face become like this? Pale but dark. So screwed.
Even my face described my turmoil, my despair, my confusion. My breath, back in tightness. Body, vibrating. I hate the state of this body! How should?!
If I follow my heart and try to help, will I be able to face this frightening fact?! If I don't know, how do I deal with that problem? Papa let himself go to prison. No way! Can't!
“Rasyi!” I realized my hand was still in the hands of Jagad.
He seemed to get closer to himself, pulling the chair closer to my seat. He put my hand towards his body. Hold it tighter and warmer.
“Rasyi, listen. Aaron is right, it is important that you can be safe as now. But, how do you want? If you have doubts, remember why you did it. Om Rizki also definitely belaan your opinion.”
He stands. My face was raised to follow his rising face. His body bent his eyes at me. His grasp he carried beside his body still carries my hand. His eyebrows swooped but his eyes were glazed over.
“If you forget, I will remind you. I won't let you back off,” he pulled me slowly making me stand in front of him. Holding my left hand hovering over us, “Stop being a coward!”
Uh. This tranquility. Haru is unstoppable. I am so happy to have encountered this unexpected event. Jagad looks very serious want ‘set up’ me. He came here to defend me, no matter what I did. No, I know a lot of people defending. Thank goodness Jagad voiced directly to me.
No more wobbly, Rasyi! Just live what you believe. Great regret I must avoid.
My smile is bright against me, “Thank you, Jagad.”
He looked relieved and returned my smile.