Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#55 Second Escape Plan

It should be a beautiful escape.

“The deer is tired!”

“Iya, so be given a meal first.”

We should have been released. Three years of our efforts to find a way, nine years more nothing unusual, everything should be fine. We should never have met this man again.

Hand clenched. I have been trying so hard up until now.

“Your son is very sweet yes, Gading~ Now I have become a grandfather~” that brash man is staring at Nisa, “Daddy is shocked when you choose her to be your wife. Dad, I wasn't invited to your wedding anyway?”

That's because the whole point of all this is living away from him.

“Well, Riza, grandpa go home first ya~”

I pulled Riza away from that crazy daddy's lap. Kugendong though it seems like Riza is starting to like Hari's acting. He just smiled cunningly. The smile I hate the most.

“Contact, Riza~”

“Dadah~” Riza with plain wave her hand.

This father approaches me and stops by the ear, “Dad will pick you up later.”

The never-old group of criminals stepped out. There remains a gripping atmosphere that irritates. Riza was still busy with her new fairy tale book, while there was no other sound.

This must be all a nightmare.

I should have run away nothing wrong. At that time I managed to get the gap until I was finally able to escape. The perfect gap.

Then why is he here now? He knows my house. He knows my job. He knows my new family is growing by one.

Something is wrong. Yeah, there's gotta be something I missed.

I guess he couldn't have been unconscious. Six more cases I helped Hari and secretly showed a little clue to the legal side. Anonymous and indirectly I cornered him. Gradually for three years.

So, which case is his fault? 

The break-in? No, it was indeed their fault until it could be detected. Then delivery in May? The matter was over with Hari punishing the person I was fishing with back then.

Which was?

Which one?!

“.. ki. Rizki!”

Huh huh?

Turn my eyes towards this woman. He stays strong with a style that people sometimes say is ugly, but I still like him no matter how he dresses.

“Riza to drop!” Ah, right too. He doesn't like being carried around much anymore.

I took Riza down and let her run around in the living room, “Sorry, what did you say?” my hand touched Nisa's cheek.

His fingers returned my hand, “Don't be afraid. I'm not going anywhere.”

Breath weight I received it, “I'm sorry, I should have⏤”

Nisa…. All of a sudden?

“Sorry continue, I don't want to hear!” he looked annoyed, “I have to say how many times? I like you, so I'll be driving to the end of the world!”

Again he was not clear. My reaction was just a small laugh as usual, “As far as you.”

I should have just done it.

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.

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“Enough!!”

There should be nothing wrong.

“Release him...,” can't, I can't bear to not cry, “Please.”

It shouldn't be this way..

“AAAA!!”

“Release!” my movements were blocked by two large-bodied men.

I could only beg behind the door. While I know who's behind it.

Day out carrying a wooden trunk. He leaned back holding the door open. Unhappy face, “Let him in.”

I directly ran inside. My body immediately trembled in fear. My knees touched the floor in front of him. The red color I never liked. Again, everything is on the surface of Nisa's skin.

That torturous rope bond I had to take off. I led his body that was sitting on the back to my body. Hugging him who was breathing slowly. Nisa's….

This should be a beautiful escape.

I should have laughed with Nisa.

Should….

Huh huh? Nisa's hand raised, “Nisa,” I caught her hand before it fell.

“Do not be afraid. My husband can cry anyway? Though he is famous cold to everyone.”

Why she.., “Quite jokes, Nisa. Lukamu many.”

“Gading.”

It's been a long time since I last heard him call me by that name. The name of the curse given directly by the father, it can sound melodious when he mentioned.

“Gading, I beg you,” Nisa's voice vibrates, “We must save our son. Just fight a little more. I'm staying here kok.”

Riza. Is correct. He's still on the lookout for Hari. The man purposely separated us. Before Hari loses her interest, I should be able to keep Riza safe.

I have to fight a little more.

“Nisa, sorry. I forgot myself,” softer and tighter I hugged the woman, “Light, our son will be okay. I promise.”

That day, he only cared about inheritance.

He didn't look for me when he ran away. Then intentionally ‘attack’ after I qualify receive inheritance. I don't care about the inheritance, but no one said he'd let us go once he got that right.

I have to use it the way I did before. Find evidence to incriminate and then leave it to the police to limit their movements. Unfortunately I had to find a new way to get close because I had already lost her trust.

Either way, I need to find evidence.

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I looked at a small tool that works where this data is stored. Although this is in good security, Hendra's friends should have handled this enough. I need to get to him quickly.

Continue my steps more relaxed, “Ah hah,” I take a breath after running.

Want as smooth as I run away, I can't let my guard down anymore. What I fought against was Hari. Playfully or seriously, both are dangerous. Nisa and Riza are still in their hands.

There should be a way to carry this safely.

Around here. Yes, if I go straight this way there is a shopping area. It was supposed to be closed at midnight, but I remember there was CCTV at some point.

If Hari finds out, she won't mess around as long as I'm in this area. Good thing if Hari doesn't know, I can get additional evidence.

“Aaw,” I just remembered that my face was battered.

Funny, even my hair was splashed red. It seems like Hari is really upset that I didn't listen to her. Good thing he still wants to play around, or he'll kill me and snatch that inheritance.

Hah, in front of the building there is a water faucet. Rinse the wound for a moment.

The sound of water is very loud. At midnight, the water is cold. Better than nothing. The hoodie I'm wearing I need to open the hat.

I held that water. Doused it straight into my face and hair. Rub slowly, at least relieve a little bit of his dirty taste. My hair that began to be long, can only be tidied up by being taken back.

It feels like someone is staring at me. Since when was anyone there?

I close my hoodie to my head. Go, I have to go now.

“Wait!” that foreign woman, why is she even close? “Let me help treat your wounds a little.”

“No. Please go,” I'll speed up my steps. There is no point in bringing an outsider.

This woman, she's even walking faster. His legs are limping.

“Don't do that! Later the wound imprint loh.”

Hah, this is going to be troublesome.

This is getting fucked up.

...)()()()()()()() Reminder from Author ()()()()()()()...

For those who have forgotten, the foreign woman who appeared in chapter one [#1 Brought Trouble]. Monggo in check again~