Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#78 This Princess

I still remember clearly.

The woman was with her weak body. The book was well taken care of. He's a picture and scissors. Soft and warm.

The story he concocted. Tell me about the birth of this princess. Like that woman's a real. It should have ended happily. But it was as if fate did not allow the two to survive.

The woman's book ended a month earlier than it should have.

This princess.

He's welcomed.

World welcomed.

This princess was born.

It doesn't feel familiar. But, simultaneously….

I don't know when I've been attached to this princess. I think it happened a long time ago.

(“Come, let me take you back.”)

This guy always comes. I was in the hospital for two months. I don't remember any change.

This princess? He never met me face to face though. This man and his family willingly took care of him. Good thing for me at the time.

Because my goal is to keep him safe from me.

I have no intention of seeing his face. Enough to meet his needs, give him a home and safe care. All deployed to make him comfortable and without flaws.

That's all I do at our distance. Rarely am I in the house that I worship him, surely to avoid him. Hendra I used it as an intermediary, when I was in the hospital or I was out of there.

It should be like that….

I can't remember when I caught those black eyes.

(“Naeemma aaa! Emmu eppa?”)

Pfhtc. When I try to remember, I can laugh all day. I'm sure he got lost in my room. He has a lot of behavior even though he can only crawl.

That time his cries came out from eyes similar to this woman. Of course I'll carry it.

But that's the wrong move. My goal is to keep him safe. Not bring him into my life. This princess should be safe.

(PRACTICE!)

Throw the toy…. She might be angry that I wanted to send her to an orphanage.

It shouldn't be.

(“Iii uen uu eppa~”)

If this princess gets angry, she can't come back and love me flowers. He couldn't have called me..⏤

(“Pappa!”)

Ja. That's. He couldn't have called me that if he hated me.

He doesn't hate me. Even if I throw him out. That's what I realized when I hugged that tiny body.

Though me.

But I needed it.

But I have disappointed.

That little figure I was supposed to take care of, instead of having fun, until I ran out of time.

(“Gading~! My son how are you?! You didn't forget dad right~?”)

The monster won't call if I don't talk.

(“Unplug all home phones.”)

(“For what tu—”)

(“Now!”)

Be late. A revoked network won't fix what I neglected.

That flustered little face could have felt fear.

I must have wiped out that monster. Brain twisting for months. Hunting that can be bait.

One weeks. The length of day I left this little princess. With a small set of photos. Which is the guide for the next stage.

(DOR!)

(“Good. I'll work together, put that gun down.”)

I don't care anymore. Any way. Want a good way or cooperate with these criminals. All must be able to incriminate the monster on the side of the law. That monster's behavior must be resolved quickly.

Not problem.

Being imprisoned for life is no problem. I can emphasize the sentence ‘don't worry’. This little princess doesn't have to worry about anything. It doesn't need to be as restrained as it was in my childhood.

This princess is safe.

I suppose.

(“Oh, Rasyiqa equals me.”)

(“Rasyiqa is just dinner with me at cafe.”)

Her….

Call from the monster….

(“I'll be messing with Rasyiqa too.”)

This stupidity.

He led me to believe that the side I controlled was helping out completely. I realized too late, that's how he got out of jail. Nope. This party who replaced that crazy monster in prison for two years.

This princess cried in fear because of my stupidity. He came home full of wounds. Fear is unstoppable.

I need it.

I also broke his smile.

But this princess….

(“Please don't waste Rasyi...”).

His eyes are still confused. He was obviously scared at the time.

And I need it.

Apparently, I treat this princess like an item. He came into my life without knowing anything. I seem to be organizing his life.

I'm pretty sure he hates me.

His fear is held back. Shackled in a small world called home. His smile was just a cover of his hatred for me.

24 Hours a day is not enough to find a way to eliminate his fears.

Until the princess grows up. I still don't learn from my stupidity.

Hahaha, what camp? Fucking juries!

(“I've trusted you!! You are capable! What does this mean!!”)

(“Rizki relax first!”)

(“Sorry uncle, it's my fault.”)

I knew it wasn't the kid's fault. The man who had been considered an older brother by this little princess had already tried.

It's all my fault. I did something stupid again.

Imagine how tightly he was shackled. Getting tighter and tighter. The eye lost its light after a week.

The pressure this princess felt day after day. It feels like it's burdening me slowly.

Although I let go of my past with my own mouth, there was no way this princess would directly acknowledge him. He must have been very angry.

Ha ha, even he called me 'you'.

But now….

(“Let's force Rasyi papa dating to the Mall. Hihihi...”).

He said it with shining eyes. As if I've been forgiven.

Nope.

.

.

.

As if he never hated me.

This wind is disturbing. If only there was an open space other than the balcony of the RS.

A hand on my shoulder. Wh who?

“Rizki,” oh, she turns out.

Too bad I'm following this guy. My hands are still folded on the balcony railing. I bowed. Hide face.

“You cry, yes?”

My body's upright. I was held half-faced with one hand.

The friend who was a year older greeted me beside me standing. His eyebrows shot up in the middle.

She must be worried because I'm suddenly acting strange. This guy is always sensitive to my movements. Moreover, I just asked Sari and Ira to have some fun with Rasyi. I came out right after that was weird.

“I never understand what can make you touched.”

Touched huh? I guess I couldn't bear to cry when I heard that word from this princess. He understood all my vices and accepted them. Like that woman….

“The story. Are you overwhelmed by that?”

“Is that?” I straightened my wind-blown hair.

“I didn't expect that he could toughen up so. Maybe that's what makes him look like Nisa.”

“Hmm,” we thought it turned out.

They are different but the same at the same time. Rasyi does have a face from me, but her personality is not much different from Nisa. I'm grateful she's as hard as Nisa's head. If not, maybe I'm missing?

“Hehehe...” wow, he's mocking me now? “I've never seen you as soon as this.”

If you look at it from that angle.., “Yah.”

This feeling can be called change.

How yes? I can't explain it right. I never felt this kind of atmosphere. Until it feels so weird. It felt like my shoulder could go down, as Hendra saw.

The wind usually I never care. But now it feels so much on my skin.

Comfortable and weird.