Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#4 The Bitter Truth

The look on my surprised face was often on my memory scroll. Not important for their expression. Throwing a toy is enough to describe my anger that wants to argue. Babies can't talk, right? I hope you like the ‘ series of kata’ I threw.

“Rasyi don't.” Ira held my hand.

Why why anyway? He threw me away. Let me throw it away too. There's no point in keeping a rotten papa!

I took my eyes off of Ira's. The snide facial wrinkle radiated to my entire sense of sight staring at the fake papa. The back of his hand was clearly replacing his face. His eyes were not visible covered by his five fingers.

“I'll put Rashi to bed first.” Ira just left him.

Already Rasyi, calm down. There is no point in scolding a person whose brain is already acutely damaged. I have had experience as an orphan. Just take me to the orphanage for the second time. It's much more comfortable than having to be at home with a dad who doesn't even want to see me.

Ira took me back to the room I had been seeing all day. He was sitting on a simple sofa in a corner of the room. Both of his legs became my seat. I don't think he's gonna put me to bed yet. Then why did you take me to this place?

“Rasyi...,” his soft voice hypnotized my head towards him, “Tante knows Rasyi likes to see papa, but his toy should not be thrown so yes. Papa can be angry.”

Happy what?! I know I'm a baby who shouldn't understand the situation. But you should be able to distinguish the throw of nosy children with the throw of anger! Should I cry loudly to explain it?! If necessary, will I throw all my toys in that guy's face?!

“But papa still love Rasyi kok. Rasyi also loves papa right?” Ira brought her face closer.

Huh uh?! It's impossible. Even if you're going to kneel for it, the seal of the bad guy on his face won't change. Which side of it can be called ‘sayang’?!

Why the hell are you defending him that way? Just know he's not the one who deserves to be called papa. Stop insisting on handing me over to her! What a stupid thought. What monster would I grow up to be if I were nurtured with that creature?

Now can you take me to the orphanage? I'm tired of this house.

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There was a loud chatter on the far right. It's still unclear. My nerves are still trying to send it to my half-conscious brain. My eyelids are not strong. The sudden opening made me dizzy with the light coming from the room sky.

My memory moved me to the time when I should be sleeping. My thoughts stomped telling me the sound of the beating woke me up. My sadness came back even though it was comfortable lost due to sleep.

“ Shouldn't he be, right?!”

Aarghs! Who the hell? Don't know if my emotional meter is still high because it remembers yesterday's incident with the brash papa? You want to raise the meter again?!

“Sabar, Hender. She's just freaked out.”

Hm? Hendra's? That's a handsome uncle's name. That voice... Sari huh? Who are they arguing about this time?

Turn my head around watching from behind the fence of the cot that is still high for me. It's been gathered Hendra, Sari and Ira. Doesn't look like Fares there. Was the matter they were talking about too much for Fares to listen to?

Hendra stood up angrily, “He threw away his son like that! He's not afraid! He's crazy!”

Oh. They're talking about that guy. Can't you talk about him somewhere else? I have no business with him anymore. Don't disturb my sleep with such useless topics!

“We can talk nicely with him.” Sari calmed down Hendra.

“We've been talking well for months! He never thought at all! Should you wait until when?!” Hendra threw out his hand stopping Sari.

“It is also impossible that we bring Rasyi. Anyway, Rasyi is his biological son. You want to separate the two of them?” sari's words caught my attention.

Strange people. They always want to trouble themselves. If only I could walk and talk clearly, I would go alone to the orphanage and ask them to take care of me.

Hendra's angry gaze was thrown towards his wife, “It is also impossible for us to leave Rasyi in a place like this! What Rizki has done has gone too far!”

“Then what about Rizki?” Ira started talking.

Hendra steps closer to Ira who is still sitting at the end there, “He who wants to bring Rasyi to the orphanage right? It's not like we're the bad ones!”

“Rizki is also not a bad guy!” yell Ira silence the room.

What nonsense are you, Ira? Monsters don't have hearts like that you say aren't evil? You're joking, aren't you?

My eyes don't move. I don't know why the atmosphere is not like before. His condition turned from Hendra's anger to Ira's anger. Can't Hendra retaliate? There are many reasons that should be spoken against such a superficial theory.

“Rasyi can be taken away. We don't know what will happen to Rasyi.

Brought away? By who?

Ira's eyes look sad, “ Rizki's mother and sisters are dead. Rizki must have been scared that Rasyi was too... Brother sure it won't go crazy if it's in Rizki's position?”

... huh?

The silent atmosphere was still being swallowed up by the tension. There was not a single word that replied to Ira's words. There is already a big point blocking the entry of new sentences. All mouths are completely locked. Even my thoughts.

“At a time like this, precisely Rizki needs her family,” Ira began to cry again occupied the sofa.

“Hendra. Patience first, huh?” sari's soft voice began to feel soothing, “The situation is still not safe for Rasyi.”

Hendra's gaze still looks angry, “Sial!” yelled Hendra while kicking a simple chair nearby.

I was really made mute. Not a single word. Blank. Every sheet of ‘book dictionaries’ mine as if burned out. Reality brought a giant chunk of ice and threw it right at the most important organ in my head.

What the hell is going on?

All I can catch is that this papa doesn't want me because of circumstances. But he needs me for another reason. I don't know the circumstances that made him want to dump me, but the reason he needed me was probably because it had something to do with his dead family.

I don't know what caused their deaths, which is certainly what makes this group of adults afraid. And again they said it might happen to me. But what will happen?

My eyes closed. I had no choice but to swallow every grain of that reality. All of these statements have been very burdensome although there is still much that has not been revealed. Grey but so dark as it would be a storm.

What's gonna happen to me?

Why is it like this? Why does reality lead me to this kind of situation? This gripping situation is really bragging. This fact really shakes me. I could have died at any time.

Just be right!!

“Huaaaaa!!” my crying just broke.

Just be right! Just be right!!