Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#64 Catastrophe Comes Hidden
“Uncle kidding right?” I leaned my half still sitting, “Papa did not like anyone to interfere. Just don't want any news.”
“Rasyi, uncle has tried the phone many times. Uncle try calling his friends, people who work at your house. Last information was only yesterday afternoon,” Hendra still holding his squat position.
Yesterday afternoon? What clothes am I wearing now? “So early in the morning it wasn't papa who took Rasyi's clothes?”
Hendra raised both eyebrows sadly, “Yang between your drivers. Yesterday afternoon they were just told to take their clothes to uncle's house. Said last night Rizki didn't come home.”
What mean?! This all makes no sense!!
My breath…. It's been a while since I haven't felt a tightness in my chest like this. My hands felt numb until I forgot what I was carrying.
Rashi, breathe.., ah hah.
Nay! Don't listen to them! Don't listen to those voices! Breathe out! Think on! Don't affect!!
Shock shock felt, “Rasyi, relax!”
“Pa... uncle..,” airmataku can not calm down in front of Hendra.
Impossible. The calmness in a situation like this is impossible for me to feel.
Rizki's missing.
No. gabe….
What are you afraid of, Rasyi?! Rizki is not a weak person!
He fought against everything from the time he was born until now with his own strength! Even if he is lost, he will return.
The old man promised not to throw me away!
Just have to hold on, right? Everything will improve if I survive, right?
“Rasyi?”
Nah!
All I have to do is find a way out.
The worst possibility is that Rizki is arrested and she has no other way but to wait for help.
Hurry, I have to help her!
Think something!
Think on!!
“Rasyi!!”
“I know!!” I shouted even though it was still in my eyes. Shaking all the way to my throat, “I need to calm down! Papa must be fine! Uncle will take care of all this! There's no button I'm following along! I know!!”
Shouting and mocking like this, I never got this angry.
A warm hand grabbed my left hand. For a high-tempered individual, it was awkward to see him soft like this. Honestly, it makes me calmer.
“Rasyi, uncle does not matter if you want to help. Uncle also understands, Rasyi can not be silent,” Hendra still holds my hand, “But there is something that should not be missed.”
“What is the delay from finding your own papa?” I pulled my hand and pressed both hands in front of him, “Please..
“Please understand, Rasyi,” she breathed her, “Rizki. That saved him too. But Rasyi, do you ever think what happens if Rizki loses control?”
That happened once. Like when he talks to a picture of mom or when he's fighting Hendra.
“Rasyi is the only reason for him. What happens after Rasyi... nothing?” Hendra made me think for a moment, “Is Rizki still sane?”
I. I can't argue with that.
Width of hand Hendra patted my arm, “Rasyi⏤”
“Rasyi...,” I raised both shoulders, “Rasyi want to be alone first.”
Silent for a moment, cut it, “O.K,” he patted again my head, “Same uncles others wait below.”
He walked away through the broken door frame. The atmosphere was quiet with ash dust blowing thin because the roof was half collapsed.
My legs bent and I hugged while hiding my face. As strong as energy not to cry, even though the longan.
Living like this, should you? It has been very difficult to face the days of a new life that was never expected. Then now that only one power, Rizki, has disappeared. There's no way I'm going to shut up. Even if I want to be quiet, I can't stand it.
I should how? What do I need to do to fight this useless me?
Raise my head up. The heart that I tried to calm by researching my shapeless room….
The cupboard was already almost completely destroyed but the book on it was still fine. Plus, I never remember leaving a book there. Because I never read a book in bed.
Wiped back both of my eyes. Somehow my curiosity calmed me back.
Stand up and walk across the room. Photo albums? There has never been a photo album like this in the house. Papa doesn't have many photo albums either.
Be aware of something else, “Kalung?”
The impression of a large pendant necklace that is vintage. Whose is this? Is it papa's?
Somehow I can be sure that this is the thing that my mother left behind. This thing reminds me of the space to the papa workspace that has a glass garden in the house. It is not wrong if the room I call a collection of random objects, and vintage items like this are not small.
It's a big deal, these two things I've never seen before and they're both in my room right now.
“Cek only possible?” I brought the book and the necklace. Dragging him to sit in the closet.
The guess suddenly appeared, not knowing why it felt so powerful. This album I've seen before.
The thick cover I opened. Hm? Empty? It seems to be worn, but there is nothing left.
Next sheet.
Empty afterwards.
Blank. It's blank! It's blank!!
If it were true that my father had and purposely placed this in my room, I would promise to force him to cross the ocean just by swimming and making sure he visited the Bermuda triangle!
Really am! Do you know, I don't want to be given a joke like this?!!
The last time I opened the thick sheet of an unpleasant album book. Wish there was something before I threw it away⏤
“Haa heh!” straight away I closed the album again, “Huk uhuk uhuk!!” the choking was startled the moment I realized what was on the next sheet.
That photo. My memory was re-excavated by the background of the incident, provoking trembling all over my body.
That's mama. Never once was it ever pleasing to the eye. I believe this photo was taken at the same time as the photo I had saved, until papa finally tore it up.
A late hardness over the weak body of the mother.
How could the photo be here? Whose photo album is storing and perpetuating this form of cruelty? It's not papa's. It could never be his. The more I looked at the album cover, the more uncomfortable it felt.
(“Where if... stories let... add greedy eating?”)
This feeling of fear….
(“.... Is his name? The I ... seven.. it.”).
Don'tdon't. Don't remember, Rasyi!
(“This one anyway, ...”)
(“This is .. because you guys.”)
(“Until he please-please request at.. gitu.”).
(“This time...”).
Nah! Nay!!
(“... The flower... Soothing Yes?”)
BRACKET!
My heart just exploded. I threw the book not far from my seat. I held my own mouth for a moment feeling nauseous on the path to the stomach.
The album book was⏤not wrong anymore. The collection of the bearer of misfortune! Calling it grandpa just made the stomach shake even more.
But how could that thing be here? Why does he know this house? What's that guy doing here? Don't tell me he's behind the fire.
Wh-wh-what for?
“Papa?” don't tell me this has anything to do with papa's disappearance!
Great tremor in the hand I pushed to take back the album book.
“Aaah!” surprised because it was too tense despite only seeing sheets of paper that fell from between the albums.
There's writing. What contents?
[Rasyiqa dear, papa go for a while. There's important business. Rasyiqa can come here too. Bring the necklace yes, Rasyiqa will be picked up. Get ready alone dong! See you, baby <3]