Davina's Widower
Bludgeoned

"Davina Blaze Arata!" a baritone voice made the two turn their heads. Davina was surprised to see who was coming.

"Papa?" davina whispered to see her father standing under an umbrella with an angry face.

Kareem stared at the greenish-gray-eyed bule man who was looking at him sharply. "You! Follow me!" Javier Arata walks into Davina's house.

"Okay, Mr. Arata" answered Kareem obediently. The man turned to Davina and took her into the house.

I also met Javier Arata.

***

BUGH!

A punch landed on Kareem's handsome face as soon as the man stood in Davina's living room.

"FATHER!" shouts Davina while hugging Kareem who fell due to the blow of the middle-aged man who still looks sturdy.

"How dare you kiss my son!" hardik Javier emotions.

"Yes I dare kiss your daughter because I love Davina!" reply Kareem was firm and there was no fear in his face and eyes.

"Bad you!" Javier was about to punch Kareem but Davina got in the way of his papa.

"Stop papa! Vina's wrong!" shout Davina.

"Dav.." whispered Kareem looking towards the girl who became his shield. "remove... Let me face your papa."

"But..." Davina turned towards Kareem.

"I'm a Dav boy..." Kareem got rid of Davina's slim body and stood up and faced Javier. "Please Mr. Arata beat me up like what, I will accept because it is wrong I kissed your daughter."

Davina glanced around him, Yono and his men no one dared to approach let alone faced was Javier Arata.

BUGH! BUGH! BUGH!

Javier beat Kareem to the point of appearing battered and the Turkish-born man did not retaliate.

"Pa, already... Already!" scream Davina while crying. "Don't hit Davina's lover!"

"AAAPPAAA?" shouted Javier.

"p?" whispered Kareem while looking at the face of Davina who hugged him again.

"Stop pa! Don't hit Kareem again. If you want to blame, blame Vina Pa. Vina who received Kareem's kiss" said Davina softly with a reddened face. Tears still flowed down her cheeks.

"Don't cry, Dav" whispered Kareem.

"Oh Astarghfirullah!" Javier rubbed his face rough. "Aren't you the same as Ali Khan? Why is it with this guy?"

"Vina hasn't accepted Ali, Pa. So it's not Vina's fault if you prefer Kareem?" Davina's brown eyes looked at her papa firmly.

Javier sat his body on the couch and saw how Davina helped Kareem to sit down. What's wrong with my daughter? Why change course?

"Yono, please take the P3K box, the same water and towels" Davina ordered to the head of her bodyguard.

"Well miss."

"Sorry, Kareem... Sorry" Davina said, holding the man's face. His heart ached and saw the work of his papa on that handsome face. Her tears are spilling again.

"It's okay...Dav" smiles Kareem while wiping Davina's tears. Even battered conditions alone Kareem can still smile.

"Miss Davina, this is her P3K box" Yono put on the table while Davina's waiter brought a basin of warm water and a towel.

"Yono and the others, you guys are out. Leave us three" Javier ordered.

***

Davina painstakingly treated the bruise on Kareem's face, compressing it, giving the ointment, something Javier didn't see his daughter's attitude towards Ali.

Has Davina already established her heart?

"Vina.." call Javier.

"Don't beat Kareem again papa" Davina pinta in a clear tone.

"Vina, papa wants to ask Kareem" Javier stared intently at Kareem who had a mess of his face.

"Careem. Your last name?" javier asked, opening his phone.

"Hassan, Mr. Arata. I own an FH workshop in Istanbul Turkey and now I open a branch here because my mother lived in Jakarta after my father died. My mother is Indonesian, named Sari Fahira Hassan."

"Yes, sir."

"Your family? You widower?" Javier frowned. Why do you like Davina Duda? Once single even psycho!

"My father Faiz Hassan is Turkish, met my mother in Mecca when my mother became TKW. They fell in love and got married there and the mother moved to Istanbul. My father was a simple shopkeeper there but had many customers." Kareem grimaced a little when the pain attacked.

"Where is sick?" whispered Davina worried. Kareem just looked at Davina with a smile.

"Continue" said Javier sharply.

"I was born a year later and since childhood was invited by my father to the workshop. At eight years old I was invited to gokart and win the tournament until the age of 18 I entered the world of WRC."

"How did you meet Maryam?"

"Maryam is an automotive journalist and we meet often at every race. We fell in love and got married after a year of dating. Two years ago, Mary and I had a car accident. I had a broken leg while Maryam... " Kareem took a long breath. "Died on the spot due to a hard impact and. made his neck bone.fractured" whispered Kareem faltered.

Davina clasped Kareem's hand with a calming smile.

Javier checks the files sent by Abian Smith and all the Kareem stories match.

"Is it true that you should be treated after your wife's death?"

"Yes sir. I was traumatised driving a car and that was also what made me retreat from racing. Thank God I can drive again now."

Javier nods. "When did you like Davina?"

"Since I first met him at RR's Meal with Fuji Al Jordan."

"Is it true that Davina's night in the hospital with you for dinner?"

Davina and Kareem could only gawk. "Lad..."

"What Vina? You forget to be escorted?"

Davina just fell silent. I told Yono to be quiet.

"How did your mother react when she found out you liked my daughter?"

Kareem smiled gently when he imagined his mother. "Thank God, I love Davina so much."

Javier saw that. If a boy softens his voice when talking about his mother, it is certain that he is a good man.

"Vina, are you sure about Kareem?" Javier stared intently at his daughter.

"God is convinced Pa" Davina replied firmly.

Kareem turned his head towards Davina looking for doubt on that pretty face. "Dav.. are you sure?" whiskey Kareem.

"I'm sure." Davina looked at Kareem.

Javier sees both of them who have the same body language, both love each other in their own way. Javier didn't see that when Davina was with Ali.

Is Davina really a widower?

"Kareem, you go home now. Tomorrow morning at seven, you should be here!" javier's orders.

Kareem nodded. "Good Mr. Arata."

"Vina, papa will rest first. You take Kareem home in front" Javier stands followed by Davina and Kareem. The middle-aged man walked towards his room which was on the first floor.

"Am tomorrow I'll be flanked?" whispered Kareem to Davina.

"I don't know" Davina replied.

I hope papa isn't weird anymore.

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