Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#47 Releasing and Receive

Papa looked at me from his squatting position. Waiting for me to catch up with him. My legs bent slowly and I was finally able to get closer to the tomb. The flowers that had stayed petals we began to spread coloring the plain ground.

Ah, my tears are flowing. Even leaking.

“Hik, hik...” no. I shouldn't be like this.

In the end I was able to deal directly with ‘Jagad’. She must be sad to know I'm just gonna cry like this. He must have gone berserk because I didn't visit him, while we usually meet every day.

Warm hand clap. Papa doesn't seem to be able to see me like this either. As cold as the papa was, he was still a loving parent.

“Just take it out until relieved,” ah, if spoken of so I will be increasingly unable to hold back.

For a moment I was just crying. My knees until they hit the ground. That unrelenting soft cry I hope brings me relief.

Three days have passed since I learned of Sekar's death. The connection that turned out to be very close to the life of Rasyi, I could not react more. Reincarnation is something that is still debated. I had no choice but to look at Sekar as another dead person.

Now, I have to face what is Rasyi's problem. Including making peace with the departure of the Jagad.

Papa still holds my head, “Have you?”

Nodding softly my head while wiping the tears with both backs of my hands, “Hm mmm.”

He approached and held my neck. He pulled the end of his sleeve and helped me dry my face.

“Come, we'll come back later,” he's standing from his squat.

Swept my dirty pants slowly and stood up. I rubbed the two palms cleaning up what was left.

Papa's steps begin to leave the final resting place of Jagad. I'm still in place. The headstone with the long name Jagad caught all my attention for a moment.

Smile in the midst of this sad thing is very difficult, “Later I come again. Bye, Jagad.”

My feet took a new foothold and moved away. Papa seemed to be waiting for me in a more relieved place. Warmly his hands opened as if reading my mind who wanted to hold him for a while. A sweet kiss on my forehead calms me down more.

“Now we go to his grandmother Jagad's house,” he pushes me slowly and wipes back the rest of my tears that sneak out, “Rasyi still have a debt of apology to them.”

This is the one I'm afraid of. Hope everything is okay, “Papa friends Rasyi right?”

The man smiled faded, “Iya. Sure.”

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“Pa.”

“Hm?”

Closely I hugged his left hand, “React them when meet papa how?”

Papa seemed to take a pause for a moment, “Grandmother and her brother were willing. But his father and mother still often shy away from papa.”

Aye! I'm getting no better anymore.

 Although papa apologized for representing me while I was rehabilitated, I had to do it in person. Tense and uncomfortable made my longing disappear for this soothing area. It's been half a year.

TOK!

Why did papa knock him out anyway?! Not ready yet!

“Iya!”

They're coming! Haaaah! Door's open!!

I immediately hid my body and face behind Rizki. Gripping his clothes so that he did not carelessly move.

“Om Rizki?” that voice..., “Ah, this time Rasyiqa also come.”

Duh! How's this!

Peeping on me from behind Rizki's body. Make sure the expression of the older brother from the Jagad at the door is not deadly to me.

Hm, is he laughing? “Why is Rasyiqa hiding?”

My hand hugged me closer. As if to calm my anxiety. But I still can't see this brother.

“Why the hell? Enter yuk. All right, sister want to give me something.”

Hm? Brother who is a friend the age of Fares is already I know well. But that does not mean we are in a position to exchange goods. It's not polite like this.

My head down motion gave them a sign to take me in. This familiar atmosphere brings back the sweet memories of playing with Jagad.

“Who, Ham?” ah, grandma, “Oh, Rasyiqa after all,” she approached me and pinched my cheek, “The more beautiful eh.”

How else? I couldn't help myself being afraid of their anger. This mistake is not something that can be allowed to pass easily. There was no other way I could think of but to apologize.

The woman who bleached her hair was immediately embraced, “Rasyi apologized, Grandma, Ilham's sister..”.

“Lah, don't think about it. No papa, not his fault Rasyiqa kok,” he returned my embrace. He who is shorter than me removes cleaning around my wet eyes, “Dah. Later lost the look of beauty.”

I smiled in the breath inhaling through the life that began to clog. He laughed sweetly. His elusans don't stop hitting my face.

“Eat here huh?” grandma started talking to me next to me.

Papa looks bad, “No need, grandma. We want to go home soon.”

“Eat first here. Where are you going, hmm?” grandma still insists.

Little laugh welcomes papa's face, “Ya already. Thank ye. Let me help.”

“Sit first, waitin.”

Papa smiled again, “Please do not be rejected, nek.”

“Thank you yes...”

“If Rasyi, follow brother,” the man who from there was finally back talking, “Yuk.”

I corrected the appearance of my face and began to step up to follow him. The back of Ilham clearly showed the path I looked familiar with. We finally entered the room that I believe is the room of Jagad.

This unique room that not everyone could see changed much from the last time I entered it. Soothing shades of gray. With a wide range of sports equipment.

Stop me at one point. Jagad did tell me that he had a punching bag. I touched it like I felt what he had done with it.

This place stopped time.

“Oh yes, Rasyiqa has not played to Jagad's room for a long time?” it appeared that the man approached the wooden-legged bed and began to bow.

“Masa Rasyiqa logged into boys' room.”

“Iya, yes. Jagad often do not wear clothes if in his room.”

“Don't tell dong!”

Brother Ilham laughed, “Sorry,” he seemed to pull out a box from under the bed.

What the hell is he giving you? Trying to get close to him. Pay closer attention to what objects Ilham brought. A pretty big chocolate cardboard box.

“That's what, brother?”

“Gift for Rasyiqa,” hmm? “Jagad often buy or make things but he is a coward does not want to love you,” he looked at me and stretched it out to me, “So big brother vice. Nih.”

For me? This many? It is clear that Jagad is high prestige, but I did not expect him to have this kind of habit until he could accumulate this much.

My hand is outstretched and received the box, “Hah!” the weight!

“Heavy reviews,” brother Ilham helped me hold that thing.

Immediately I tried to open the cardboard to see what made it heavy. I was surprised. It's worth the weight. All items are gathered into one. Photo frames, dolls, mugs, whatever it is.

It seems obvious his liking. Unfortunately I didn't get to show my gratitude.

Tired of crying like this.

Brother Ilham patted me on the shoulder, “Jagad likes you from the first time. I also don't remember when. Please yes save this all for Jagad.”

I nodded trying to smile, “Iya.”