Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#40 Exfoliated
My brain wonders in the middle of the day. Have I been doing well during my life as Sekar? Could it have paid off all the good he had gotten?
At least good treatment Sekar can bury what Rasyi did. Plus, the life of the Rasyi family that apparently survived the death of Sekar.
If Rasyi is not so bold and more careful, no mistake will be made. Had Rasyi not ventured out and surrendered to the orphanage, nothing would have started.
No. gabe. It might have been better if Rasyi had not been born in the first place. Rasyi is a useless presence.
“Rasyi?”
My daydreams lifted. The self opens up short-term memories. I was with Aaron in the living room. We are learning together.
“If anyone is confused, just ask. Don't daydream constantly,” he tilts his head towards me.
Also true. I had to be more diligent because I left school for less than a semester. Even though it had risen one level to a higher level, I did not want to feel the experience anymore.
With this kind of situation, what could happen if I went out there was just nausea. Starting again that endless round of drama, is not something to be greeted with. My dad and I agree with that.
Awakened, feeling a greater and greater wonder.
Papa did prefer to respond to his concerns in earnest, locking me inside the house. He even decided to move into the new house he bought. Learning problems are also he who intervenes alone.
In other words Aaron didn't come here because of Rizki's request. But why would Aaron still be willing to approach me? He knew what was going on with Jagad.
“Why the hell? Just ask what does not understand?” her gentle gaze warmed the day.
I silently returned his sight. I have to talk about it.
My mouth is playing to prepare itself, “Harun know right? Because I have jagad....,” cut off my sentence do not want me to continue, “Harun is not afraid?”
He's speechless. Momentary seemed to calm himself, “... The corn cannot be afraid. Especially sorry. I can also like that.”
Why does he say it's nothing? Isn't he giving up his life? He dared to do so just because capital does not know.
“You know nothing, Aaron,” I fixed the face of the man, “This is more serious than you think.”
“We don't know anything. But you certainly know, Jagad equally I will not stop,” he smiled, “This will be related to Rasyi.”
Eh? My body feels stiff indistinct. I threw my face. My finger plays the pen. For a moment I forgot what Aaron and Jagad felt for Rasyi. But how much do they like it?
His face looked sad, “Jagad said, I was too curbed by Rasyi. But I think I'm a coward. I'm afraid that Rasyi why-napa,” he came back looking for my face, “I trouble Rasyi huh? Sorry yes.”
As stupid as they are enslaved to their feelings, that's all they do for me. I just hope that nothing bad ever happens to Aaron.
I play with my lips, “Harun is not wrong. No need to apologize.”
Can I hear her laughing voice unconsciously calling my gaze to her, “Thank you.”
Uhh! This situation really made me misbehave.
The boy's body was found in a forest by a special team, after a family report said the victim had been missing for a week. The victim was identified as a 14-year-old child with the initials JPS.
Television news? Is the show over?
The victim was declared missing while the victim was camping in the area of the tourist river Gardawali.
The disappearance of the victim along with a 39-year-old woman initialed SPP and a 12-year-old girl initialed RDW. Fortunately, both were found safely.
Wait for. That news….
Surprised me by the suddenly extinguished television. I found the figure of a papa holding a television remote.
Not what I think is right. Nah! It can't be. There's no way the news was about the death of the Jagad, right? JPS, Jagad Permana Satria. Everything fits. But how?
“Pa, that was...”.
Rizki was silent looking at me. Played his eyes and caught Aaron who I believe was also conscious.
The black-eyed man spoke, “Thank you, Aaron, already accompany Rashi. Is it okay to go home now?”
Aaron looked sad. It really illustrates helplessness. But his hands began to clean the trunk.
“Iya, uncle. No problem,” Aaron standing from his seat, “Excuse me, uncle. Bye, Rasyi.”
I looked back at Rizki who had been sitting leaning against the body of the sofa, “That was news, pa?”
“Do not make a load.”
What did he say? “Pa, I killed Jagad. Aunt Ira lost her honor. It's all because of me.”
Rizki straightened her body away from the backrest, “Come.”
He wanted to talk about it with a cold head. Indeed, it's important. But if it is true that this news came about because of Rizki's connection, I can't afford not to be angry with her.
He moved his seat beside her. My seat tilted toward him as close as possible.
“Papa understand,” Rizki stroked my head gently, “Rasyi forgot yes papa also never did the same.”
“Not mean to be published, pa!”
“Papa know. Papa apologizes for being immoral so,” he leaned forward to see me more clearly, “But we can be safe because of it.”
“I mean papa?”
He smiled mockingly. I don't know who it's headed for.
“Aware or not, we can be safe because people who target Rasyi have a habit of playing opponents. Hard to find absolute security,” he looked at me, “There is no other way but to use this way again.”
Unpleasant atmosphere. The reflection in those clean eyes did not provide any calm at all. Does this really happen in a family that seems okay? I heard wrong, right?
“Again?”
Silence he brought a moment, “This papa ever do first time the birth of Rasyi.”
Uh? I think I want to cry. Why is Rasyi's presence cursed since he has not entered the world? Born to take advantage of the death of others?
Who were they until this family became a dangerous person anyway? Where do they go to do dangerous things?
It's nauseating. I can't stand this ignorance. I have to dare myself.
“Pa, please tell to Rasyi,” strong, Rasyi! Strengthen yourselves! “Please tell me all.”
This man seemed to be filled with various thoughts. He sat down facing me and began to move his hand around me.
“They've been in action for over half a century. Much to tell,” he sighed, “In short yes, he's his grandfather Rasyi.”
We looked at each other like we were waiting for our reactions to each other. It seemed like he wanted to be careful that I was not so surprised. Be prompt. Take out something else I don't know!
He started opening his mouth, “Her father-in-law, his grandfather papa, is a great businessman. Rasyi's grandfather wanted to target his inheritance.”
Uh. Heh. Haha…. It's a joke, right?
“Grandfather never believed him until he died,” he chuckled, “The father was always a father. Although papa could have given the inheritance to him, there is no guarantee he will release us.”
A lie! This must be a lie!
Nah! There must be some mistake! All this ugliness came, just because of fighting over the inheritance? My fear since birth as a Rasyi, just a snatch event?
Played in a game. What am I? A doll that is only a complement?
Just be right!! It's nauseating!!
Suddenly a hand caressed my cheek. Papa looks sad, “We can discuss this again next time.”
I sucked breath. It's impossible I'm not angry, but I have to stay calm. Papa must have thought that way too. He must be trying to calm me down.
“What if Rasyi befriends papa tomorrow?” I still play with my hair.
I was silent for a moment. Out anyway? In this situation?
“What's okay?”
Is that how he wanted me to accompany him? “... where?”
He stopped his hand above my head. Smiling like you want to cry, “Ke tomb of the man who papa killed.”