Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#36 Bad for Bad

My grumbling hunger did not give a taste in the body even though two days and two nights had passed. Not the smoothness of the breath that always there is much more effect. Hah, can I feel my body systems reprimanding. Like it dawned on me that I was in the middle of a cage full of lions.

That tight grip made me shout noiselessly, “Come, we go to them.”

I was made to follow his hand. Forcing me to follow the man I was afraid of. Drawn away through the bedroom door. Go leave the beauty of the interior.that room while I live.

His hard clap on my head while the other one still pulled my hand, “After this Rasyiqa promises to eat with grandpa huh?”

I couldn't open my mouth and make a sound. The only thing I could do was to look at the dirty white floor and avoid his eyes. Although now I find an unpleasant picture of the many pairs of legs that follow.

This response of breathlessness continues. Since I was still protected with Ira and Jagad, until they were pulled away from me. Ever since I met this man back in the woods, until he took me by car to a building I didn't know.

Aisle with foreign diverse spaces. The windows are lined up but not translucent because of the dust. All faintly visible at the end of my eyes were still looking down.

You finally stopped at the door.

The man opened his mouth, “Until~”

I pushed myself to want to see the circumstances of those who were followed because of my problems. A shabby room than mine doesn't give a good picture.

“Ah!” trembling in fear let out those tears that I thought were dry.

Ii'm sorry. Ii'm sorry. You shouldn't have to go through something tragic like this.

My brain is clogged, my instincts are self-acting. Go closer to both figures. Trembling tautly did not necessarily stop my steps even though those figures were already in a terrible time to be seen.

I touched the face of an unconscious man, “Jagad?” my whisper looked at that scarred face.

A thin breathing corn. My worries are more than my sense of legibility. His body was not supposed to receive this much of a blow.

“Rasyi...,” a slow voice sounded on my left side.

I looked at the woman lying on the big bed. I quickly climbed into the bed to get close to him. Clasping his hand. His breathing was heavy and his body was full of sweat. His face was flushed and could not open his eyes, describing the pain. Enveloped thick fabric⏤

Ah... Why are the people here so cruel? Ira did nothing. He shouldn't be played like this.

They shouldn't be like this!

The tight grip of the hand I attached with my lips, “Sorry. Sorry...”

“Rasyiqa, have you?” the man was subconsciously behind me, “They are not poor. Rasyiqa wants to eat with grandpa, right?”

How do I refuse that. From whatever side I catch the colored sentence, I can only catch the threat.

“Come, Rasyiqa...,” she gripped firmly on my shoulder, “Let's go to the dining room now.”

I took my grip slowly. My eyes met with Ira's eyes narrowed open despite enduring the pain.

I cannot oppose the words of this man. Gotta go now.

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This situation dug up bitter memories. Sit on one of the chairs at a crowded dining table. The man who declared himself as my grandfather, was sitting casually on my left side. These are not memories I want to remember.

“Well, eat a lot yes,” This man pressed his sentence in my ear.

I looked at some frozen meal boxes that were already warm. Just looking at it I feel nauseous. Not because the food does not look delicious and filling. But because of the crowd and pressure that I never felt was this ordinary.

A cold hand suddenly held my face. Forcing me to catch those brazen brown eyes.

I managed to shake her little and let go of her hand. I should eat a little. Don't defy his orders, don't make him angry.

The work center of this body knows. Food digestion workers are not being invited to work together. What kind of person could devour food amidst dozens of opposing soldiers who were ready to shoot you at any time?

However, it's not a matter of me being nice sitting here. It's my problem that has to protect Jagad and Ira with what's left. If I make him satisfied, there will be nothing like being with them, right? If I do, this man will listen to my request, right?

“Hey, bring my album here!” this guy called someone across the table.

My faint eyes caught him receiving a milk-brown album. He put away his food and put the album on the table. I almost spewed out my small mouthful as I realized he was closing his chair towards me.

“What if grandfather stories let Rasyiqa eat more greedily?” he opened the album cover.

“Hmm!” I was shocked by his right hand that suddenly grabbed me.

Too close! Nafasku⏤calm, Rasyi. Cool out! Just follow what he wants. I just need to look at the page that is open for a while. Calm.

“Sst!” the whole commotion was pacified for a moment, “Try to hear. Want to tell us.”

Uh. They all fell silent. The atmosphere was calm with people listening to the man. They don't seem to want to interrupt the man's story.

“This⏤”

Ughhhh! Don't vomit! Don't lose consciousness! It's just a photo! Only photos!

“These are the names? The one I killed the seven pricks,” this man is still joking with his friend who responded sufficiently, “This one is, Andina,” he laughed back to his friends, he looked at his friends, “This is dead because of you. Until he begs to be killed.”

Story after story is thrown spontaneously when looking at the terrible sheets. Memories full of vile red. I can't help but look at it while that big album is just full of equally cruel things. I don't know when I can hold on.

“Then this, this silent” seems to tell his bad mood for a moment.

“Hah,” I was shocked in fear as she held my head and patted it hard a few times.

“Because of him, grandfather can not meet Rasyiqa~ Evil right?” put the album in my face. “Whose name is it? Grandpa forgot. Hmm...” the man hummed while trying to remember, “... The flower... Melati ya?”

Huh huh?

“That boy, he was the most effective. Unfortunately, I was not photographed. Though he just accidentally shot while tailsin Ivory. But until the news goes everywhere.”

Huh huh? Mean what?

“Fortunately she is dead.”

I want to see more clearly on that album. Illustrated writing and photos are like newspapers in general. His aging paper made me aware with a small written date. The date of the incident, the date of Sekar's birthday two years before Rasyi was born.

The shock wave seemed ready to shut down my body. The tightness and tightness never changed even though I noticed it many times.

The man I killed in the past was this man?

“Rasyiqa, do not sleep first if you have not finished eating.”

Without knowing it, I had almost fallen with consciousness almost gone. The man's hand that was still holding me, felt tighter and tighter.

“Oh yes, is Rasyiqa afraid of his photo?”

He moved my head until it leaned on his shoulder. I also had no rest of calm even to blink. My eyes again flowed the water powerless. The fate that made me have to accept the ugliness of many of the people I feared the most.

“Gak papa,” I have been able to hear her gigat who spread a scary smile, “Rasyiqa will not be so kok.”