Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#73 Investigation Against Investigation

All over my brain showed the progress of thinking, as my steps carried my body moving. The hand that was still embracing me certainly made me cold to the bone. My day weakened to the extent that my ability to speak was lost.

The increasingly uncomfortable condition of the house coupled with the echo of footsteps of the crowd. This guy really always carries his army even though I always see people on every side of the house.

“Rasyiqa must have loved the park here,” the grandfather kept holding my hip from behind while continuing to push me along.

Thank you, I guess.

But my schedule is full of various kinds of raw strategies to avoid even the worst situations.

“We got to~” his guards grabbed the doorknob as we stopped walking.

Whoa, we're outside.

The wind-reducing silir is very saturated when the glass door with wooden frame is open.

It turns out I can still amaze myself in this terrible place. Well, I think the park can be soothing at a time like this.

The question is, what is he doing with me here?

For sure he has managed to take me with no one beside me. To make matters worse, I could lose my life a second time by the same perpetrator.

Although still called in the middle of the settlement. The vast area of land full of trees from this place can make me lost even though I managed to escape from their supervision. There is nothing I can do but defend myself.

The grandfather sat in the long chair of the park that seems old though sturdy, “Rasyiqa come to sit here.”

I had no choice but to follow what I was told. The brown color of the chair wood was the weight of the body. Small ornaments are beautiful and do not interfere with comfort. It is suitable to be accompanied by various foliage.

“We share a story yes?” the man sits closer to my right, “Grandpa's grandson has done anything?”

Just be right. Isn't he always watching us? “I... that's it.. at home.. same papa.”.

“Oh yes. The rasyiqa kan private school. Rasyiqa must have been cramped inside the house. Later grandpa often take the road deh.”

I can't put myself in his way of thinking. It's totally unpredictable.

“But why did Rasyiqa come out with Faresta? Not with Aaron just now?”

A constant vibrating propagation drove from the tip of my toe towards the crown. One name made it seem like a threatening spooky sentence.

He knows Aaron.

The thing is, he knew I was leaving with Aaron before Fares came.

“Honey yes.. whereas grandfather is more interested in him.”

I can breathe a sigh of relief at least for that matter. Grateful for the results of my struggle to drive him away from this problem. But what attracted him?

“Do we visit his house sometime?”

… what?

“Rasyiqa must also miss Aaron? We can take him on a walk with.”

Don'tdon't.

“Who knows, maybe the same grandfather he could know each other better⏤”

“Do not!”

Huh huh?

Am I yelling at him?

Pimply. He's not mad about this, is he?

Soundless, except for wind, is not a good sign when talking about his reaction.

“Rasyiqa seems to lack learning. Grandpa taught because your papa ignored Grandpa's teachings. But grandpa will teach you one important thing,” his head is leaning closer to me.

“Aauw!” one hand held his lower jaw. He pressed it harder until I couldn't take my eyes off him.

What other cunning plan was he going to throw at me?

“My dear grandson, is kind. You always want to help people how to,” his hands weakened and finally move to one of my cheeks while stroking, “But sure Rasyiqa did that because he wanted to?”

Meanin?

“All humans are imperfect. Humans cannot be perfect. Rasyiqa. As kind as Rasyiqa's heart, not entirely possible for others.”

What does he want to do with those meaningful words?

Well, that's not all wrong. It's all true.

There was no thought of doing everything for papa or the people around me. My efforts are for a life without drama. Life is good as a mere puppet princess of a rich doctor. To live a better and more comfortable life without conflicts that take away common sense like this.

Me?

“Their deaths all, happened because Rasyiqa was trying to be the perfect person.”

They died because of my behavior….

“His love, Rasyiqa,” his face looks sad, “Cucuku is forced to be a perfect human being who helps many people.”

I'm. forced.

“Rasyiqa,” she stroked my cheeks softer as her voice was slowed down, “You have tried hard. The suffering that Rasyiqa has endured so far does not deserve you.”

Thas right. It was all true long ago.

I as Sekar have nothing to do with these people. But I died because of them. And live again as part of the mess they made themselves. Like I was revived just to help solve someone else's problem.

But none of this is my business at all.

“Don't blame yourself. It's not wrong if we do something for ourselves,” one hand to welcome my other cheek until finally the two hands clamp my face gently, “We have the right to do it. They just did that to Rasyiqa.”

Of course I have the right to do it.

“That's life. We have to survive at any cost. Grandfather won't be angry, Rasyiqa will what it will be like. The important Rasyiqa happy.”

Most importantly, I'm happy….

(“Papa won't worry if Rasyi is happy.”)

Voice.

Rizki's worried?

Rizki huh?

Well, he was like that.

When I came to her when I was a baby, she accepted. He even wants to have my birthday, even if he doesn't want to. He bought me anything I needed or wanted. No matter how busy, he can still be gentle like a father figure.

Even he sacrificed his time and effort, all to ensure my safety and happiness.

Although I was revived to deal with Rizki's problems. That's to free the man. To help him who has suffered much more.

“Thank you, I've realized,” I've brushed off his two big hands, “It should be everything I do is adjusted to my will.”

Staring at me, he gave a serious look translucent into me.

I take a slow breath, “What I will do is clean you up, and relax with papa.”

He looks unhappy. It seems like what I said was completely contrary to his tactics. Her face has never been this dark as far as I've seen her.

“There's no way other than that huh? Too bad.”

He muttered what was that? What's the plan now?

This man stands up. He put his hands together behind his back. His feet took slow steps. Back and forth like a confused person relaxing in front of my seat.

“I Hariyanto. People know me as Day. Raised with one sentence, your life is for you. Inheriting an organization that's been around since, don't know, three generations ago?”

She... why?

“Have three children with a woman whose name is Sacred, only to take the inheritance from her father. I've eliminated my two oldest children. Letting my third child live because he is the one who is given the right to his inheritance.”

Why is he discussing all of this all of a sudden?

“The crime I committed? A bunch. I worked with******** WW. Go after the government, but well, it's not worth it. Oh right, GK, he asked us to manipulate the vote. The L city incident was also due to client requests. That's the job I like the most.”

A, what does this confession mean?

“Enough?” he's coming towards me.

Huh huh?

“Aauw!” he grabbed my left earring! “Sick!” his hand really took off my earrings violently. Silly I'm grateful he didn't tear my earlobe.

Day smiles indistinctly while lifting earrings that he has taken off, “Time playfully finished~”

His face was immediately displeased as he took off the earrings until it lay on the garden ground.

Nah! He stepped on it until I was sure it was destroyed.

Loincloth….