Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#74 One more...?
I spent three days and three nights preparing myself for this situation. Right, said Papa in the tape. We can only look for evidence of this man's crimes.
For example I refuse to accept the invitation in this grandfather, what will happen to papa? Running away from them doesn't necessarily mean I'll be safe from them forever.
It was the best decision to stop them. Where they think we can't do anything anymore.
But it all depends on how we find and carry the evidence safely.
“Si this old is indeed happy. My son made many wonderful discoveries in the field of medicine. Even AIDS could be treated by his genius,” the grandfather played again with the words, “Now my grandson created this!”
CRUST!
The fruit of my hard work for three days he finally stepped until it ran out.
I've been trying to make a voice recorder that can last at least three to four hours. I should have hidden the recorder well. I should have been able to carry her in Hari's voice with her confession.
It was good enough when he confessed many things, but this destruction was not what I expected.
“Cucuku insert recorder!”
CRUST!
“He brought to punish his grandfather!”
CRUST!
He was silent while stabilizing his breath.
“Kasmaran news exchange time is up. We go straight to the point,” the anger meets that expression, “Bawa Gading and in that bratty kid come here!!”
I'm standing from sitting, “No, don't!”
The steps of some people were heard to go away and began to be impermeable as they passed through the door. But that's not what I'm focusing on. The man in front of me is angry. And he was walking straight towards me⏤
“Aaaa!” he pulled my other antler.
“You still dare in front of me huh? What's the other one there's also a recorder?” violently he tried to take off my right earring again.
“Sick!!”
“Whispering!”
“Aaa! Aauw...,” my ears are hot, sick!
I covered my ears with both hands. At least I felt everything was still intact even though my eyes caught the red liquid from it again. The still-strong lower limbs stepped back a few steps.
This guy, he's not really human.
THE HORN!
His work really broke the silence of the garden. That cold gaze also reflected in my sense of sight.
Now, this life will be ‘trodjep’.
“Rasyiqa dear~” she is already in front of me and holding my chin. Just to see that dirty face, “Don't be afraid, this grandpa will point you in the right direction~”
The direction to death means? It won't! Can't!
My surprise was made when he switched the grip to my upper arm. Interestingly until our gaze is not less than one meter, “Rasyiqa definitely according to grandfather right?”
Not want!
My eyes had to close. A speck of cells in this body knows very well the fear that haunts me even since I was eight months old. And they know very well I have to survive. However, I knew the golden opportunity had already been shattered before my own eyes.
“Rasyiqa!”
“Aaa!” she pulled my hair and forced me to look at her who was getting closer.
“Listen to grandpa, okay?”
“Hik...,” is my voice? I'm crying again?
BRACKET!
His voice from the direction of pintu⏤papa!
Some men dragged him roughly through the door. Beside the pain being carried like an item, Rizki had already caught my gaze towards him. This man looked shocked, until finally his shock turned furious.
“Day! Release Rasyi!” he attempts to break away from the grasp of the two men who are restraining.
Fortunately, for some reason, the grandfather had no intention of holding me back any longer, “Let him reunite with his son.”
Rizki was just released. Papa hugged me after he galloped over to me.
He took me away from where Hari stood until it was finally over two meters.
But we realize there is no point in running away at a time like this. Impossible with the gaze of Hari who only observed and especially with the supervision of many people who increased.
“You can hug your child as much as possible,” grandfather who lost his smile, staring at the door that is still open, “For now.”
Don'tdon't. Please don't do anything.., “Don't..”.
Shaking Rizki's body I can catch her fear. Perhaps tidying up a little bit of my hair, as he does now, could calm himself down as well.
At least I didn't find my body numb even though I wasn't looking forward to what would happen⏤
“Sister Fares!” I was surprised when I saw that figure being led violently through the door. Begging me to want to go there, “Kak!”
“Rasyi, do not go there,” Rizki still hugged me, holding me back to try to pick up the figure of the big brother.
“You are not so useful,” that crazy grandpa... approach Fares! Nah! “Be useful just a little,” he held Fares by pulling the neck from Fares' shirt.
“Do not!” please don't touch Fares.
Papa still insisted on holding my body with his arms getting tighter, “Rasyi, calm down!”
What's wrong with this dad?! Wherever we saw him, Fares was in danger! The unhuman grandfather was in front of the congor Fares. While Fares is being detained by two large-bodied men.
How can we be calm in this moment?!
“Miss gaze,” the grandfather can still pull out a terrible thin grin, a second later it goes back missing, “I don't like it.”
“Aaargh!” the pain was clear with Fares' voice up ahead.
“Sit!” Day pressed Fares' head until he couldn't hold his leg.
Fares was right. I still could not believe that cold gaze could smoothly spread out from Fares' eyes. The two people stared at each other, like they were in a cold fight. But it's not challenging what Fares needs right now.
“Si that Jagad guy, then his sister Hendra,” the grandpa was looking at me from his position that distance, “Do you not understand why they could be like that, Rasyiqa~?!”
Rizki still hugged me in the middle of our sitting position, “Pretty talk, Hari!”
“I'm not talking to you, Ivory! Your son who is a problem now,” grandfather who still looks like a young man crouched in front of Fares, “Your life is your decision. And your decisions have a different impact on your life.and impact on the lives of others.”.
What else does he want to disturb my mind?
“You think your sacred heart is the most correct? You think life's just as simple as happy papa is? You think just like that it's all done?”
His eyes seemed to widen the longer I looked at him.
“No, Rashiqa. You can't make everyone happy.”
What does he want with his hands in his jacket? What objects he took⏤no... don't!
“Do not!” my throat is like being drained for that one word.
Papa clasped my hand tighter as one more hand still held my body, “Rasyi, stay here!”
What did he say in this bad state?! Crazy is he?! “Black you!! Can't be like this! Fares!!”
Richie! Stop hugging me! Fares! Nay!! Grandpa played his firearm…. How can I be quiet?!!
“Release!”
The man I called papa still hugged me tightly. At first I caught his eyes tightly closed. Don't. don't give up now. I'm begging….
“Iya, Rashida. If you want to challenge with just your innocent thoughts, you know what you will get,” her smile is driving me crazy.
Don't stick Fares with it. I beg..,., please…,
“This is all your innocence. Your decision uprooted one more person. Your mistake. It's your weak thinking mistake.”
I no longer care about the water running down my cheeks, “Fares!! Nay!! Rizki release! No!”!
(“Quickly blur.”)
Nay!
(“Iya, Rasyiqa. Fast run.”)
(“Liar... who takes care of ...”)
Nay!!
(“Aargh gah!”)
(“No way, Rasyiqa~”)
(“Running now.”)
Nay! “DON't!!”
“Sorry, cake. You're two seconds late.”