Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#79 Lega [END]
“We have succeeded, right?” Hendra talk. Make me look at him.
Those eyes. Tired of the desire for freedom. Just like me, and all those who had to get into the game Day.
I looked at the scenery under the balcony, “You caught him yourself right?”
Her hand held her head, “I also know that even though she had plastic surgery until like everyone else. I mean, there's nothing left of them, right? No one threatens us anymore?”
He's really not calm. Hendra was always stumped with what he believed. He has always had negative thoughts. It was just a form of his short thinking.
But I also know that everyone is tired.
Once again the wind plays with my hair, “If there is, you just catch it right?”
“Newly now you leave this to me, huh?”
“Ppht, hahaha,” he's like a kid only. He's one year older than me.
“You laugh when I'm serious,” he folds his hand. Arrested in iron balcony fence.
Unilateral game of the fucking day. Not important but very influential on others. Even the police beside me lost a lot of things.
I never thought this game would go on all this time. Could it be because I'm ladeni?
Never mind. This regret is inevitable. There is nothing wrong with my survival intention. It's just a risk of playing with a psychopath. More so that person was raised so since childhood.
What passes must be accepted.
I took a deep breath, “Don't worry too much. I've made sure of these two months.”
Where could I let it all go again. We are no longer able to respond to the next attack. Can't get this way again.
But I still have a blind spot.
It seems my job continues.
“Wow, now you are talking like King with his people.”
I smiled, “Is that so?”
“Stop taunting me.”
“No. Sometimes people like to call me a healing angel. Sometimes clever genius officials cheat. There are also those who say the pickpocket is great,” I can only laugh by the talk of people, “One person also says I'm the guardian dinosaur of the iceberg.”
“Ppht! I think I know who said it.”
Of course you know. Who else if not this princess.
It's been about forty minutes. Bakery shop is just next door to the hospital. They should have come back.
If it's worth the estimate, this princess will be here soon. He could have taken a position to eavesdrop behind us.
“Yes, want you to be king or pickpocket,” he tapped my shoulder with a cigarette box, “Do not move by yourself. No one likes to be used. Just directly say!”
Huh, this guy was always prejudiced against me. All this so that he does not suffer much loss.
Stupid me? What I did all this time also can not be separated from the sacrifice of Hendra and his family.
I guess I was too hard on him. He's police. This man already had the freedom to interfere. No. gabe. This is his business. From the very beginning.
I pushed that cigarette box. Long time I stopped using it, “I'm counting on you then,” my body is spinning, “News.”
“Iya, yes,” Hendra put his cigarette in the mouth. Turn on the lighter inside his hand protection from the breeze.
I let the man enjoy some rest.
There's something else I need to think about, “Learn to be a stalker, hmm?”
The little princess' lips were still advancing.
This princess stood up from her squat from behind the tree. Balcony full of plants can indeed help hide easily, “Who wants to be a stalker?”
“Hmm...,” back I lift my legs start to approach the balcony door.
He must have made his hateful face. It is easy to guess even if it is invisible. Imagine him swearing in his heart while holding back that fake smile. Even funny.
“Papa keep a secret let alone to Rasyi?” this princess followed my path, “Papa would have promised to tell me everything.”
Hmm.., back again with curiosity.
“What? Including papa's first night with mama?”
Ppht, that face... in his little mind might say ‘papa can think that way?!’.
“Rasyi presume, papa does not speak anything~” his smile awkward again.
Finished already curiosity it, “Come home.”
I just realized my eyes were heavy. I can usually resist sleepiness very well. My body lost its tension.
This princess walked closer to me. His lips were no less advanced than before. His hands played with a tote bag held on his shoulders.
At first glance I saw the end of the book cover in his bag. The cover is a fairy tale book by Nisa. He still has the book turned out.
His body jerked slightly amidst his stiff smile. He hid something from his father.
“Nothing~”
Stalled steps. Holding my gaze towards him. Until he couldn't hold that wry face. He's not even looking at me.
It's not like he hid stuff when he was a kid. I don't know why I'm uncomfortable with what he's hiding right now.
I think I should force it a little.
I pulled the strap on that bag. Take the book out slowly.
“Iiih~ Yes, yes~!” he whines annoyed. Surrender then open the bag, “Kok caught sih~?! Though Rasyi want to give surprise but instead found out first.”
He gave me the book. This is a fairy tale cover by Nisa. So he's not burning?
“That Rasyi made again himself,” hmm? “Mama's made is so charred,” this princess also pulled out a book that was half burned.
It turned out that this princess had too much free time.
“Why Rasyi make this?” I tried to check the contents.
The content of the ludicrous fairy tale was the same that Nisa made. His drawing style and his creativity in pop-up form are very similar to the ones I remember.
“No comment,” he was even embarrassed by his own behavior.
I raised one eyebrow⏤
“No comment!!”
I opened the page again that reached the end of the disconnected.
Those pages are just quick reading. I never felt interested in fairy tales.
“Papa?” this princess is panicking, “Why cry?”
Oh?
I miss that woman more than I thought. My tears are dripping.
This princess elus tears with her handkerchief. I think I'm making this princess worried. Funny, but I'm not sad.
“Nothing,” I keep his hands.
I closed that fairy tale pop-up book. Return it to this princess. Instead of accepting it, he returned my gaze.
What else was he thinking?
Lean her body closer, “Papa's eyes become brown again.”
Whatdoes thatmean? “Papa's eyes are brown.”
“But that night the color was clearly black..”.
Which night did he mean?
After thinking, he looked at me again. I let him take the time to think.
He seemed surprised by something. Maybe he realized that what he said made no sense. What's on my face already shows that.
Again an angry expression of being mistaken for a strange person.
“Rasyi is not lying! Rasyi often sees papa's eye color changing~”
My head is bent tilting, “When?”
“Hmm, Rasyi is not so sure. I think more often when papa emotionally deh..,” he thinks again.
Maybe it means when I'm angry or depressed.
“Rasyi once read that people's eye color can change according to mood. Right no?”
“Can be. But the color is unlikely to change rapidly.”
“But Rasyi never saw papa's eye color as bright as that,” his eyes bulged in shock, “What papa else is happy?!” this princess seems interested.
Her cheerful smile. His curiosity is still big.
I was made to smile. This language is important. There is nothing useful for me and this little girl.
“Phht,” I covered my mouth, “Hahahaha.”
“Don't laugh! Rasyi seriously!”
“Iya,” pat slowly to the little guy's head, “Maybe papa is happy again.”
This strange feeling appeared again. The reason must be because of this. My body knows that I laugh easily.
It felt….
Relieved.