Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#35 Second Meeting
“Papa balik tomorrow morning,” this man is preparing to return to his car and drive home, “Rasyi, do not be proud to be hurt that much. If you want to parachute again, mending directly home.”
This father mostly read books. If you are angry, there is no need to include useless majas! The value of my Indonesian language is not as good as you think. How could anyone be proud of a bruise from falling like this? Thugs are embarrassed!
Heh. It is up to you to be angry to insult me like what. The most important thing was that papa's intention to take me home had been avoided.
“Fares, please, keep an eye on Rasyi again,” papa's eyes as if venting anger on Fares.
“Iya, uncle.” Fares looked sad.
Poor Fares~ He who actually became the victim of his anger papa. My heart is piling up guilt. In the future I must be more careful before reaching the limit of my patience.
Rizki entered his car. Sentence describing ‘welcome to meet again later’ we exchange with each other. The car eventually moved the wheel away. It gets further and disappears at some point.
My warm hug hit the lady beside me, “Still, aunt~”
“Iya~” This woman, aunt Ira, returned my embrace.
Fortunately Ira gladly volunteered to stay here until tomorrow and convinced papa. Who would have thought that Sari's care for Fares took her to be my helper in this crucial moment. Otherwise, I would have gone with that car.
I looked at Fares, “Sorry yes brother, brother so got angry.”
Fares again smiled, “After there, take aunt around.”
Heh. I feel more guilty about Fares. First he was told to take our vacation even at school. Now he's just gonna take the blame on me and Aaron, for what.
I'll buy him a drink.
“Iya~” I smile.
My move went along with Ira who seemed excited as well. We spend time doing different activities. Morning walk, swim, fish, burn and eat together.
The night again sank the day without feeling.
Next class plan, game. The two-person team will trace the path that the committee has provided. Yes, it is known as night jurit.
“Means Rasyi is aunty right?” one of the class girls recorded our name on a board paper, “Kak Jagad how?”
“If I help the committee how?” answer Jagad.
“Bby kok kak,” one of my girl friends was welcomed, “Kakak just collected there. Share location tuh.”
“Siap~” Jagad smile spirit, “Rasyi~ Tante~”
“Takut-takutin his usual ya~” candaku deliver him away.
Seen from anywhere, the sense of disappointment is too obvious. It must be because I refused to be a teammate. Take it, I don't want to be with you right now.
“Si gentleman Aaron is still sick huh?” Ira asked to speak.
“Iya kayaknya,” I answered briefly.
I haven't seen Aaron since last night. Either because of his impact wound that made him prefer to lie down, or because the end of our conversation was hanging. Haah, I'm not ready to meet him.
Come to think of it, I haven't seen Fares since morning either. She where?
Instantly heard a call from friends who recruited the class as a night jury committee. Asking us to get together at one point to start the journey. This is when the show begins.
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The trees are beautiful during the day, they look terrible at night. Ira and Ira who were walking while they were stuck reduced the horror. Accompanied by a flashlight that was nothing.
“Hii..” my screams slowly.
We found a figure covered in black cloth dangling horribly on the left side of the road. Our fear was walking slowly in order to get through. At junction three this forced us to go to a more leafy right-hand road.
“Run...,” my screams as slow as possible. Directing Ira along took a thousand feet.
“But scary! Black all so,” Ira screams in fear.
“Kayak maling.”
Silence resuscitated us. A carefree laugh sounded faintly responding to that unfunny joke. It seemed that we were also subconsciously willing to console ourselves in the midst of tension.
For a while we walked with hands together. Ira with a height that is not much different, makes me comfortable to get closer.
“Kok we are not to the point yes?” Ira seemed to suspect something.
Oh, there's someone up ahead. Is that one of them? “Guys!”
Aunt Ira started whispering withholding our steps, “Rasyi, I guess not deh.”
Duh. True too when you look around. Junior High students can't be that tall. Don't-don't-⏤ this once my body!
“You guys are rude?” the figure spoke.
Is he a real person? It seems to be getting clearer with our long flashlight light. All the angles I saw from that mature man, I could feel his presence as an ordinary human being.
“Where are you going? There danger loh,” the man showed his thumb towards the path we wanted to take.
Ira confusion, “Hah? Not this back to the front building again huh?”
“Not, it's getting further,” this guy looks serious.
Uup. Did we take the wrong path? My gaze met with Ira who was equally inexhaustible. All this time we were lost. Why could it be like this?
“Ya already, just come here,” she stepped first give us the way.
Still I stole a look with Ira. Cue asking ‘how’ I've thrown from my expression. Ghost or human, he remains an alien figure.
“We follow first,” Ira whispered and accompanied me through.
This is a true unexpected event. The supposedly suspenseful juror ends up with two women who get lost together. Heh. This panic is only increasing. I hope this guy's a really good guy who wants to show me a way out.
Why did we go deeper into the forest?
“Kok us here? The road isn't there?” Ira took the initiative to ask while pointing at the difficult path.
“Should cut the road if you want to return.”
Duh. Why do I have such a bad feeling? The deeper the darker. The more terrifying the atmosphere that enveloped.
“Hii...,” My embrace struck Ira's arm tighter. What shadow is that? “Tante, what is it?” I whispered in fear.
I found a short shadow between the trees. What else is that? Tonight is just weird!
Oh, wait..⏤ My hand releases Ira's arm. Run towards the shadow.
“Jagad?!” I found this man already sitting leaning against a big tree.
Ira approached me, “He why?”
I can't answer. How could he be in the middle of an unconscious forest like this? These wounds... Did anyone beat him?
“Rasyi,” the vibrating voice of Jagad makes me a little relieved.
Head lifted. Show her face to me. The expression of anger as well as fear was mixed at one time.
His hand can be lifted and clasped my shoulder, “Rasyi, go.. now.”.
“Why? Haven't seen me yet.”
Great vibration radiates from the fingertips to the crown. This voice..no! No way!
Ira seemed to change her position and hugged me tightly. It was as if he was willing to cover my gaze in the direction of the voice while hiding me. Heavy steps are heard spreading. But the step on my left that makes my breath more inhibited.
“Rasyiqa, long time ago. Don't you want a hug?”
Ira shouted despite the vibration of her body, “Do not approach!”
Ah, this eve. I realized this without even seeing it. This guy is angry.
Without being able to move, I felt the embrace of Ira being forced off. With my ears ringing, I could still hear the sound of footsteps approaching. The corn suddenly grabbed my hand. His face was furious behind those wounds.
“Don't dare hold it, Rasyi!” Ira was still screaming behind me.
It hurts! A cold palm suddenly grabbed my head. Turn his gaze towards her. Towards the rotten face that always appeared many times in my nightmares.
“Kakek is missing. Rasyiqa no?”
Justjust please. Jngan approached again….
Papa, please….