Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#63 Missing

“Rasyi!” Sari ran from her car and held both of my cheeks, “No papa right? No injuries, right?”

What the hell is wrong with all of them? My house fire was shocking and dangerous, but I wasn't there.

Moreover, they should be worried about their child. Brother Fares almost hit when his vehicle gas tank came here. To the extent that the man's orange vehicle was allowed to fall on the road.

“Sister Fares tuh, the cuts are all!”

“Gosh! Fares?” Ira looks equally panicked, “You are so hurt?”

Sari changed eyes even though one hand still held my face, “Fares⏤”

“No papa, ma'am. Just a normal fall. Already treated Rasyi kok,” Fares held Sari's worries, “That important Rasyi first.”

“Iya,” Hendra closes his car door. He showed clearly his anger, “Rasyi from anywhere? Why don't you pick up the phone?”

“It....,” I didn't know my phone was off.

“You know that this outside is not necessarily safe for you?!” Hendra is getting angry.

I'm not far from their home. I was wrong not to tell Aaron first, but that doesn't mean they have to behave like I'm a escaped prisoner.

“Hendra, already. Rasyi is not papa now. That's the most important thing,” Sari as usual held Hendra.

This is not what they should be talking about. The most important discussion was my house which he said was on fire.

I said touch Sari, “Kak Fares said my house burned? Right?”

Unpleasant face color changing Sari, “It looks so.”

Really?! “Kok can?”

“We don't know either, dear. Jagad's grandmother suddenly called uncle this morning. The fire was yesterday night,” Sari stroked my long hair, “We were worried you why-napa.”

Ah, if you hear that news at once do not hear any news about me, I think it will be worrying. I feel like a bad guy now.

I played my fingers, “Sorry, I turned off my HP because I was afraid to disturb others work.”

“Indeed what's wrong anyway please first tell me?!” Hendra said hard.

I bow my head, “Rasyi forgot, sorry.”

“You are also Aaron. Why the hell did people run away like that? How could your mother not know where you are? Know that Rasyi can't come out much!”

Well, Hendra's really pissed. Aaron who was standing a few steps behind me also gave no answer at all.

Aaron's face is really, I don't know, dark?

“Dad, they were wrong. I know,” Fares glanced at Aaron for a moment, “But what happened was already. What if we take care of Rasyi's house there first?”

“Iya, we go there first huh?” Sari held onto her husband's shoulder.

“I!” Aaron? “I didn't come papa, Rasyi?”

Eh? That⏤

“You go straight home, Aaron,” Hendra stresses every word.

Real pissed Aaron made it, “But, uncle⏤”

“Harun,” soft voice Fares while lifting his hand want to pat his head Must, “Please hear⏤” heh?!

Did you see both my eyes wrong? Fares's hand, pushed over Aaron before he could touch Aaron's head.

“I'm coming!” aaron's eyes were wide.

Fares and Aaron are having a fight or what the hell? Their relationship never showed any bad signs at all during this time. The mature soul of the older brother of Fares and Aaron who always viewed Fares as his role model. That's what always happens.

“Terden! Go alone!” Hendra can not be appeased, “Everything goes in the car! Fares, stay your vehicle here!”

Fares who was still surprised, slowly left Aaron's side, “Iya, well.”

Sari led me closer to the car. I could only stare at Aaron who was fixated on his position.

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Uh. Either I have to regret this or I am grateful for it. It was clear that part of the mansion was on fire. It was only twenty percent and on the top floor only. Even still remaining concrete pillars and some of the walls.

In that part, isn't it in the middle space area?

“The source has been found out?” Fares got out of the car.

“Still inquired,” Hendra approached while turning up his long arm, “The photo just came to the police, so it still needs a process.”

Sticking with the charred reality left me unable to comment. I think that's how it's been. No matter what, all sorts of actions could not erase what had already happened.

This sense of helplessness really reminded me of myself all this time. Not comfortable at the base of the tongue.

“You're not papa, Rasyi?” soft hands accompanied by Aaron's warm voice.

“Hmm,” more precisely, I don't know.

Ah, room! Is it burning too?! That thing! I have to check on her situation!

Immediately I ran into the large open fence. Fortunately, the door and so on were open.

“Rasyi!”

I also heard nothing. My feet did not stop coming into my own home.

No matter me with other stuff. Important things I've brought to the temporary house. Papa can buy me as much as I want. But this thing, it can't be replaced anymore.

“Heh! Who are! Can't just haphazardly enter!” the man in the uniform of the state officer suddenly held my finger.

What the hell?! This is my home!!

“He's a kid from home here,” uncle Hendra shows his identity sign, “Let. I'm watching.”

“Good, sir,” that disrespectful officer finally let go of my arm.

Then I ran towards the stairs behind the living room divider which was still fine. The state of the house I remember started to change with some burning stairwell points.

The roof that fell on the ground was full of dust. Everything looks charred even though at first glance many are still safe. I am grateful that the collapsed door is still passable.

My room, it's a mess everywhere. This place has not been my resting place since the baby.

Lothawat! The bookshelves, buried in various ruins.

I'm trying to clear my way to access the bookshelf. Without ignoring the bright green clothes that start to get dirty.

“Chiih!” these wooden ruins are heavy!

A hand suddenly grasped the wood. With ease the wood changed the direction of falling load in the opposite direction from the bookshelf.

Uncle Hendra? “Rasyi want to find what?”

Oh yea! Heading me to the front of a simple bookshelf that was just a vertical grid. The bottom shelf that looks still safe, I examined closer.

“Yah!” Some of the books were burned and some were wet.

Not survived.

I purposely left it in this house because I think papa will take care of it and we won't stay there long. I should have brought it.

Hendra seemed to sit down squatting next to me, “That's a book by Nisa huh?”

I secured a sitting position even on the dirty floor, “Iya.”

Without me noticing, I've been connected to this thing. Somehow I explained it. This self does not want to lose the only precious thing from the mother that my father entrusted to me.

Maybe, like craving Rizki as my father, I still crave a mother figure. The folds, cutouts and writing from my mom's pop-up book exuded the sincerity and affection I felt. The one I never met.

And all that's gone.

Aye? How can I forget that something important is missing? “Uncle, papa where? How not to look?”

Hendra's eyes were wide. Wh why? Rizki owns this house, so it's only natural that she's been busy taking care of the fire. In fact, why did Hendra and his police colleagues take care of it?

“Rasyi, sorry,” she stroked both my shoulders, “Uncle, don't know where your papa is.”

Huh huh? “Ha hahaha, uncle can also joke at this time huh? Papa's missing? Most papa only have business to a place far from ordinary kayak.”

“Rasyi,” kok can uncle as serious as that when joking.

No. gabe. Uncle must be kidding, “Paman joking, right?”

Say yes, please.