Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#48 Surgical Box

Relaxing my body relaxes his joints. With a clean body after a shower helps drain my fatigue. This study desk is again my place to reflect.

Hah, I finally managed to take some time. After two days I let it go, it was time to dissect the contents of the Gift Box.

How long would it take for me to research each piece of the Cornstack? This much seems to take a few hours. Moreover, for a moment I found writing, there was even a book here.

“OK. Read the book first,” I get a batik book that is often used by school children to write.

Jagad knows I like funny books. A book like this would not have been given to me. Did he write something here?

I opened the first page, “Four april.. This is when I was five.”.

Wait for. Is it a diary? Can I read it like this? Yet. curious. The universe is not the type of person who harbors problems, so what will be written by a child like him.

[Kata Rasyi nulis something can make us more calm. That's so?]

… okay...

Next page….

[I don't understand, what do I have to write?]

Some sheets can't stop me shaking my head. He just complains and complains not understand what to write and why. If you don't want to write, why not just stop?

Yes, writing can provide calm, but the writing must also be removed from the heart. It's like a doodle.

Oh, this one seems more weighty.

[The soldiers asked for nothing. How will he have a birthday?]

Hm? She's confused about my birthday present? It turned out that he could be made confused by such a thing.

[I'm afraid Rasyi doesn't like it. Buy the others, right? Rasyi does not want to go out of the house, I have to find the one he likes the most so he can dare to go out again.]

This, the times I just met that grandfather. He's very considerate. What did he love then? At that time I was still afraid until such a thing I did not notice.

If, another page. Oh. This is when I was seven.

[Rasyi really want a lot of colored pencils. But Aaron gave it first. I want to give it a birthday gift. Damnit. Got to find another gift.]

Hm? It turned out that there was a lot of drama about gift-giving behind me. He shouldn't have to think much about it.

Some of the sheets he spent complaining about what he wanted to give and how quickly Aaron preceded him.

Indeed, I have never looked at Jagad as the opposite sex compared to Aaron who I have liked since. I'm so mean. Though his efforts Jagad as big and sweet as this. How else? My heart is there for Aaron.

This one, two years ago. Then he's already in Junior High, right?

[Harun also likes Rasyi. Huh, brash. There's no way I'm going to let go!]

What the hell? Why did Jagad suddenly discuss that?!

Next up! Next up!!  

Oh, this is last year's writing. I got to school early.

[Figura photos say funny for girls gifts. Rasyi also has a new friend. I'll take a photo later so he can display it. He must like it, right?]

There has been a lot of turmoil that contains just because he doubts I like it or not. I also have no intention of refusing. Just give dong!

[I think I was rejected.].

Uh.

[Rashi must have been the same Aaron.].

She know?!

[But I don't want to love Aaron.]

[Om Rizki can be persuaded. So I can take Rasyi to camping. But Rizki only believes Fares.]

This is the last sheet. He rarely writes. It also contained mostly just because he was upset about giving gifts or not. Until it finally piles up like this.

Uh. Is this the picture frame?

Waw. I was quite surprised by this model. Three frames are joined together with one additional frame in the center of the heart-shaped top.

I understand why he didn't give it to me. I mean, the I and U writing that flank the shape of the heart is all too clear. I had known Jagad liked me for a long time, but did he dare to express his feelings as clearly as that? This self alone is incapable.

Quietly, “Ppht, hahaha...” laugh I loose.

This corn is just there.

Back I spooned ria, “Thank you, Jagad. I'll post a photo with both of us.”

What else is inside, right? It⏤

“Nduk,” heard the voice of aunty across the door of the room that closed after a light peg.

“Iya, bulik,” I stand.

I approached the door and opened it for him. Looks like this figure was deliberately hired by papa to help take care of the house. Oh yes, it's his home hour.

“Bulik already want to go home?” my many.

“Iya, nduk. The food is in the kitchen, right? Why-why, call ae yo?”

“Thank you, bulik,” I gave a smile to drive him away.

“Oh, nduk, almost forgot. Bulik is afraid to disturb mas se in the room. Mas se also have not eaten.”

Papa's? He was always locked himself into his room and did not want to be disturbed, “Ya already, later Rasyi eat as well. Thank you, bulik.”

He stepped away. His house which is only blocked by a few lines of house from here, of course, makes it easier for him to work with commuting alone. Although in this ready-made house there is a maid room, I think papa prefers this way of working.

Is it because papa is afraid of outsiders affecting the security of this house. Moving home is not enough?

Never mind. Can't think you're hungry. How about taking papa for a meal?

Wiggling me lightened my body. Step one foot two and so on round the body to the right of the room and down the stairs. Follow the round of stairs.

I entered the dining room and realized some dishes complete with healthy food that Rizki always reminded. Papa's room is on the left of the dining room. Yes, closed. Luckily, I don't like to lock the door. The door opened when I pressed the gate.

“Hah,” he fell asleep at his desk again.

If we were in papa's house there, papa would've kept himself locked up in the room full of his book. Eating can also be done at work. The biggest question, my dad, is the doctor. What makes him have to be overtime in front of the house table like this. It's always been happening even since I was a kid.

I approached that one guy. His wide-open back became the target of my clap. He had to eat and sleep again. Like this, papa is actually quite vulnerable to pain.

My hand patted it slowly, “Papa, eat first yuk.”

That silent mouth pisses me off. Peanutin is your only princess.

“Ya already if you want to sleep. But sleep on a mattress dong.”

What the hell is it? I usually wake up like this and he wakes up.

I turned my back to the right side of the desk. Looking for his face between the piles of his two folded hands. There's her face. The face tilted even though I could only catch the nose up.

Duh, still pale. Can't stay like this. Anyway must be built to eat and then take any medicine later.

“Pa⏤” loh? Why do I feel warm when I touch his arm?

I directly touched his face.

“Ah...,” hot. Papa's body is hot.