Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#58 Fighting
Papa raised his gaze to the ceiling of the room that was left unbright. The story has reached to the final stage of the length of the adventure of this man.
At the beginning I always thought this would only be a one-day experience. A delinquent story depicting immature self-wrongness or fishy inadvertence in the nose.
I can't believe it, as long as it only illustrates the outline of his lifetime of suffering.
“Papa has the intention to send Rasyi to the orphanage from the first. Papa thought that if Rasyi did not know papa, Rasyi could be safe,” this man smiled with a sad look, “Rasyi could not remember, but Rasyi was most afraid if papa discussed about it.”
It's too much. Stop all the attacks of these thousands of hot realities.
“Yah. Looks like it's enough⏤” papa's eyes wide like worry melanda all-out, “Rasyi why cry?”
Huh huh? My fingers felt the water running down my cheeks. Right, my face is wet. Did I drain my eyes all the way through the story? My eyes feel tired.
The back of my hand was brought to wipe my face. Why is it that when I realized I was crying like this, I was crying even more?
A warm hand touched me gently. He helped me wipe with the end of his long arm as usual. His black eyes seemed to darken. It was as if the heart wound was growing on his back.
“Sorry, Rasyi is so scared huh? Papa shouldn't have told.”
No matter how much I want to oppose it, that much I agree. Too much fear to need me to tolerate.
This is what I fear whenever I am given the opportunity to know the background of all these problems. What should I do after?
“Just sleep first. It's clock as soon as.”
Hm? I looked at that wall clock. Three o'clock at night?
“Learn tomorrow we just delay until noon. Rasyi rest first,” papa fix the position of his pillows.
My tears finally dried up. The wet eyes reminded me that I was sleepy.
But it's not time for that yet.
“Pa,” try I fix my originally unstable voice, “What happened to them?”
Re-enforced his back, “They will not disturb Rasyi anymore if Rasyi is more careful. Calm⏤”
“Not that I mean!”
I'm pretty sure he understands what I mean. It's no longer a matter of what will happen to me, but what they will do.
Air moved past his mouth until it sounded loudly, “They couldn't move much. Papa's been reporting all sorts to the police. Hendra also understands this, he must be on standby.”
But why? “Then why didn't they get caught?”
“It's not that easy, Rasyi,” his eyes closed for a while as if holding something back, “We did know him that day the villain. But many people know him that's a good man.”
Huh huh? Known as a good man? A rotten man like him?
“That's because they have a charity company.”
Directly wide my eyes, “A charitable company? Them?”
“They can cover their illegal work with many self-owned net companies. The name of Hari looks good. Moreover, that day in action behind the scenes, the problem must be only his men.”
That cunning guy! The insolent!
All this makes me nauseous. Like someone who eats too much. It's all too much to digest.
I have to calm down first, “But, papa must have had a plan right?”
“Indeed, but papa stories all not so that Rasyi follow.” What say?! “Rasyi just need to know. Let papa finish this.”
“Why? Rasyi is not a thing, surely Rasyi can help something right?”
He looked at me in silence. Don't tell me he's planning on playing dumb again. Should I be fishing for him continuously?
“Pa, Rasyi remembers. Rasyi used to go to the park and meet Grandpa. Papa also once wanted to take Rasyi to the orphanage. Rasyi so cry and promise will not ask anything.”
His face was paying attention to every curve of my expression. He looked surprised but somehow explained it, as if he already knew what was going to happen.
“Not to mention Rasyi has joined papa's problem. Rasyi has been affected. Then why won't papa accept Rasyi? Can't we work together or something? Rasyi can't wait.”
Saying something. Tell me papa needs me. I'm begging….
“Good. Rasyi will be silent as promised. Then you also ask Rasyi to be silent if Rasyi is arrested? So?”
“Not!” he stopped his mouth. His face was pale, but it was as if he was holding it.
“Please, pa. Rasyi. Rasyi also wants to leave. Let's do something together.”
I know he's a loving man. The loss that was so much must have made his heart crack. But I know he's got a cool head to think this isn't going to finish with just the action of one man.
“Do not interfere, Rasyi.”
Huh huh?
“What do you want? Just shut up as usual.”
Just shut up, he said?!
“I'VE TRIED!!!” my body that was originally sitting at the end of the bed was now tensely standing up. My anger is boiling uncharacteristically.
More than anyone, I understand how helpless I am to deal with this problem. Ever since I found out I was trapped in an uncivilized family until it was clear.
Every time I was forged upwards by ambition, there were always times when I was cornered by fear. My brain and heart were carried aimlessly.
Plus, this person in front of me is acting like I'm a nobody. I'm sick of being restrained with a prisoner's necklace all this time.
“Indeed because of whom did I interfere? Who told me to shut up, threatened with banishment? Both you! What do you want?!”
Why should this bad luck befall me? Why should I be killed and revived as his son? What has been the low price of my life so far?
Enough's enough!! I have enough patience! My life, I set it myself! Me!!
“For you, MY LIFE IS RUINED!!”
My move took the path away. Leave her room and leave her alone.
The anger I brought into my own room. The door with a simple lock limited me and everything else out there. Squeeze my feet kneeling on the cold white tile floor.
“Hik! Huu...”
I should how?
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“This is soaking, drink it,” aunty put a glass of water with a few pieces of lemon in it.
“Thank you,” I continue my meal.
Unusual silence at this breakfast time stirs the atmosphere. I could even feel an awkward gesture from auntie while helping us prepare the food.
How else? The usual morning for us was the warm atmosphere of father and son sharing jokes.
“Mas se, nduk, bulik stay wash clothes first yo?”
“Iya,” papa let him go.
Aunty's fading steps added a quiet in every corner of the room getting colder even though the day had started to cloudy.
It gives me a headache. I really want to escape from all this. It's not my fault, he just wanted me not to go along at all. What am I here for? To be the thing that accompanied him to breakfast?
How long do we have to be like this?
Suddenly he stood up and brought his tableware. That step leads to a wash sink not far away. The water flow is violent. It seems like he was washing dishes at once my hands.
“Rasyi, papa want to go to Hendra's house runs out,” the water faucet is turned off, “Papa wait in the car. If you want to come, don't be ready for long.”
The main door of the house becomes its purpose after drying his hands. The key to the car that hung was carried and the door was closed.
Huh... to Ira's house? Am I going with you, right?