Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#38 Travel Destinations
The sound that came like lightning just now really hurt my ears. It was like something darting and its trajectory was right beside me.
Both of my support tools have been limp folded. My hand did not touch the man in pain. The fear-filled wet started to stagnate and disturb my vision.
“Jagad..,”
Suddenly movement sounded from the front. The corn looked alert behind his pain. Somehow I can be pretty sure who it is without seeing it.
“Rasyi,” the whisper sounds vibrate, “Quick blur.”
I set my breath again. This self also knows that I have to numb my sense of strength. This situation pressured us to make the most of the opportunities as possible and as efficiently as possible.
But⏤my left hand holds his right hand. Holding his head that could fall with my right hand.
Not wanting to leave, mixed with the freezing feeling that paralyzed my lower limbs. The fear that became my best friend this week, now hit my brain that this time the situation was not at all the same.
“You're funny ya~” familiar voice is approaching, “It's been nice just because let out for a while.”
The cold that I never liked is getting closer. In the end I could see that figure in the corner of my right eye.
“But the play is enough yes,” ah, the sound is getting colder this, “Grandfather is bored.”
Don'tdon't….
“Aargh gah!” The jagad!
Stopit! Please don't pull it that way. She's ill.
Why did he pull the collar of the Maize up? The bent Corn leg shows how limp it is. Continue to hold her right shoulder and endure the pain.
“Please, freelance Jagad...,” weak my body is unable to approach it with the rest of the energy to beg.
Don'tdon't. Don'tdon't….
“No way, Rasyiqa~” terrible smile on the face that I do not want to remember, “Cowok not polite gini dare to kidnap his grandson grandfather.”
Stop that….
Surprised I saw the head of the Jagad slowly vertical. Helping her look at the man who was holding her back as well as strangling her. His pain mixed with anger.
“Puh!” The jagad! What the hell is he doing?
He just gave a spit on this man's face. This guy who's supposed to explode, it's not made any hotter.
My body forcefully approached him. There was no other way I could think of but trying to hold his leg. Begging him to stop whatever he wants to do.
“Please, stop...,” the grip that shakes control remains I do not keep at his feet. Hope and hope.
“Rasyi,” Jagad trying to amplify his voice, “Run now.”
Thats impossible. There's no way I could do that. Don't tell me to do it.
BRUK!
“Ii gah!!” jagad's sick scream that turned out to have been slammed fell to the ground.
Let go of my grip on that man. Want to get close to Jagad, “Jagad⏤aah!”
The pain in my upper arm I received when a hand pulled him forcibly. The space between me and Jagad is getting further and closer to the man.
My face was pressed down with one of his right hands, a twisting pull of my neck shaft to once again catch his brown eyes. The brown eyes that looked darker than I remembered, were even scarier.
“Iya, Rashida. Quick run,” he brought his face closer, “Let grandfather take care of this evil child.”
Don'tdon't….
He let me go. Back to the Jagad who was not even strong to sit. Keep showing when he is still strong, holding his elbow to the ground. However, the rotten man did not tolerate holding Jagad with his feet.
Nay!
“Aargh! Eeg! Gee! Gah!!”
Stopit! Please stop it!! Don't beat up a jagad like that! Please!
I covered my face with both hands. Terrified. Unable to see the Jagad being constantly tortured. The sound of the blow and the unrelenting scream of the Jagad.
The voice finally calmed down. The fingers with their interludes become my peep.
A corn?
The face of the corn is worse than ever. He looks weak. Like there was no more energy left, his eyes were already very thin. The smile facing me scared me even more.
A corn? Why did you close your eyes?
“Hah...,” this man does not know care and straighten his body.
He stroked something while getting closer to himself. Squatting him in front of me showed me a black L thing that I knew was deadly.
“Come out there,”His index finger points to my right, “Grandpa tipped greetings for your papa huh?”
My irregular breathing ran rampant from the front of my breathing to the tip of the root in my lungs. The brain falters, but one thing I have to agree on. What am I gonna do here for?
I gotta go. I need to get help for Jagad and Ira. I have to go! Move Rasyi!
Hands unable to tread, at least he was able to distance myself from the man. His smile that still looked at me was like a chase. Urged my hand to erect my body on my feet.
Stand Rasyi! Stand, “Hah ah,” go. I have to go!
Stepping while you can. Unable to look back. The land plains are not always flat, swallowing unbalanced steps. Hold on one by one to an infinite green affluence due to the day.
DOR'S!
That voice was echoing behind me. Can't give me a good feeling in the least. Nah! Don't fall. I gotta go. Just go!
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” inexhaustible tears were pulled out of his gland.
Murmuring, mumbling and mumbling. Spew all confusion, sadness, guilt, fatigue and anger. A prolonged conflict within myself that bragged.
“I'm sorry,” I muttered as I continued to move, “I'm sorry.”
I should how?
“I'm sorry.”
How am I supposed to finish this?
“I'm sorry.”
If I hadn't gone camping, wouldn't this have happened?
How do I face the other me?
What now?
“Haa!” I realized my knees were shaking.
Both of my hands managed to hold my body that was about to fall down. Leads my feet forward. The bent knee hurts to move.
Since when does a birthday darken like this? Where am I now?
The colorless tree. The sound of millions of small animals singing. The dark forest was soothing and able to give me a quieter breath.
“Ah huh,” I have to continue going.
If I just keep quiet like this, nothing will be finished. Jagad and Ira should be helped immediately.
That obscure tree became my friend to walk forward. I don't know which way I'm moving. I don't know what else to do but keep going. Whether you care or not, I'll keep dragging those legs.
Huh huh? Why are there so many lights?
Did I go back to the beginning? Don't tell me they came back looking for me to lock me back in.
My feet rotate. I should avoid those bad guys.
“Hai! You!”
Caught?! I accelerated the move though stiff in the joints.
“Stop!”
Don't.. ja⏤ “Aa!” I accidentally hit the tree roots.
Pimply. My body is too weak. Running out of energy, sitting in pain. Closing my face with my hands, helplessly clinging to the tree.
The sound of many treads filled various directions. The distance my eyes looked, it started dark and turned faintly bright by the many highlights.
Was my effort in vain?
“Dia to here!”
“Quick!”
“Talking around!”
It's noisy!
“That's it!”
“From!”
“Ra..!”
Don't come any closer! Don't touch my hand!
“It...”.
“Quiet,...
“...what...”.
My mouth opens irritatedly, “Don't approach!!”
Keep me up about all the touches and sounds. Shouting loudly no longer taking it.
“Let me alone!!” go, go, “GO!!!”
“RASYI!!”
Open my eyes. The lights from all directions made me glare for a moment. The patterns of sounds and shadows I knew were clear.
“Hah ah...,” I can only sob while feeling safe I can taste. Approach to the person slowly, “... sis... Fares....”.
Arrested my body and received my embrace, “Iya, this is brother. It's okay..”
My whole body finally lost its tension.