Love of the Man Arogan
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MY FRIEND'S DAD

Love is about age, mystery, and the past.

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Chapter 1 the car that Fikri was riding drove at a slow speed. Moreover, the capital is being dabbled with rain, until secretary Fikri drives his car at a moderate speed.

Fikri leaned his body backwards, several times he sighed. He wanted to get home and rest.

“Pak, Isn't that your Princess?” septian said, none other than secretary Fikri. Fikri turned to the side, he saw his daughter and her daughter's friend in the shade, hugging his body. He knows, maybe his daughter's cold. But even so, Fikri did not intend to take her daughter home together

“Do we have to take Miss home together, Mister?” bargaining Septian, he saw Fikri from the windshield. Even though he knew the answer, he kept asking. Who knows, this time the master changed his mind and wanted to invite Farah to come home together.

“No need, just let him!” fikri said, as usual. He did not care at all what his daughter did, and what happened to his daughter. Septian just nodded.

Fikri Atmaja, a mature man who is now 39 years old, the man is sturdy, handsome with a sturdy jaw and athletic body. All women crave it, especially he is a widower with a child of one who is now 19 years old.

Farah Atmaja, was the first daughter of Fikri Atmaja Putri. One thought, it might be lucky to be Farah where Farah was the only child of a conglomerate. But unfortunately, all these guesses are wrong. Due to the fact, Fikri was so indifferent and indifferent to her daughter

I don't know what makes the thought so cold to his own daughter, which must have been since Farah was born until this moment Fikri never wanted to care about anything that happened to Farah.

From childhood, Farah was more often taken care of by her sisters. It's just that, when Farah was 13 years old, the nurse who took care of Farah from the baby died and since then, Fikri no longer looking for another nurse for Farah, she said, because he considers his daughter to be an adult and since then Farah always spends her time alone.

He was so lonely, several times he asked his father to just accompany him. But, Fikri never hugged his daughter

Until finally, as time went on Farah began to understand, that the father never loved her. Once he understood everything, he never asked his father for anything again. All he did himself.

And in high school, he had a friend named Aqila, who had the same fate as him. It's just that Farah was a little lucky, having a rich father. It is different from Aqila.

Aqila lived with great bitterness. He lives with his stepmother and the two Kaka stepsisters who oppress him, not to mention, their lives are all lacking and Aqilalah who becomes the backbone of the family. His biological father seemed to careless, even he always ignored when Aqila was treated badly by both his stepfather and stepmother.

Because the fate of Aqila and Farah are the same, both can be friends, Aqila is able to make Farah comfortable, even though Farah is a person who is quite introverted and rarely can get along with others, even though Farah is a person who is quite introverted and rarely can get along with others, not to mention his personal life that did not get affection from his father

He did not understand why his father never smiled at him. Every time he was sick, he passed through it alone. Ignored is common. But the most painful thing is, when he sees the father smiling at the son of his business partner, while to him the father never smiles at all, never ask what happened and never ask what he felt and what he needed.

He and his father live in one house. But after at home, his father never greeted him, never invited him to eat together, Farah's existence seemed invisible to his father, maybe even his father considered Farah was not in the house.

But Farah can do what, as time goes on. He was tired of reaching out to his father, he wanted to ask why his father ignored him. But, let alone ask, to talk to the father it feels so disinclined.

•••

“Farah is your father's car!” pekik Aqila when he saw Fikri's car driving in front of them.

Farah only glanced at Aqila, then she looked down again while hugging her cold body. Aqilah who understood Farah's gaze immediately stroked her friend's back.

“It's okay I'll drive you!” said Aqila, Farah was nagging, because indeed she was afraid to go home alone, especially it was night and Farah's housing was in elite housing, so there were rarely people at this kind of hour.

Farah drives a taxi, then takes Aqilah for a ride. They were waiting for an online taxi. But no one came and it was fortunate that a taxi was passing in front of them, so they got into the taxi.

“You stay here, It's still raining!” farah said to Aqila, as the car they were occupying came to the front of the gate. Aqila seemed to think, it's late at night. If he came home, he would definitely be scolded by his stepmother for coming home late, yet he had to clean up all the houses.

Aqila nagging. “Hmm, I'll stay!” reply Aqila, today alone he wants to rest in peace, he will think about his fate tomorrow. They got out of the taxi and ran towards the gate.

“Non, why rain!" peekik Bi ira while opening the door for Farah and Aqila.

“Bi, please prepare food for us. We want to go up first,” reply Farah, bi Ira also nodded.

“Come Aqila!" take Farah, they enter the house. When entering the house, Farah stopped her steps when she saw Fikri coming down the stairs.

Aqila's heart beat twice as fast, when she saw her friend's father who was wearing Casual clothes and was so handsome. “Wow!” unintentionally, Aqila clucked in awe, as if praising Fikri's handsome look. Until Farah who was next to Aqila immediately turned her head, and finally Aqila realized and neutralized her expression.

“Dad!” call Farah, she's trying to say hello to her father

, “Daddy can Aqila nginep here?” farah asked as Fikri passed through her body just like that. Actually he was just a pleasant question, because the father did not care. But somehow today he wanted to hear his father talk to him. Especially today is his birthday.

“Unfortunately you think this house shelter home!” reply Fikri with sadist.

“What Om can't be a little friendly on Farah!” aqila said suddenly, making Farah's eyes round, Farah did not expect that Aqila would answer like that to her father.

Hearing Aqila's impolite remark Fikri turned his head. Then, looked at Aqila from top to bottom. “You think, who are you here. How dare you talk so much to me!” said Fikri, Aqilah's guts instantly shrieked when she saw Fikri's sharp gaze.

Chapter 2

Farah clasped Aqila's hand, hinting that Aqila would not speak anymore as well as Aqila who was instantly speechless when she heard Fikri's sadistic speech. It was really just a reflex to say that to Fikri.

During this time, he never meddled in Farah's affairs, he just always calmed Farah down. But just now, upon hearing Fikri's cold words to Farah, he reflexively said what was in his heart, let alone this was Farah's birthday, and Aqila was sure, there were a lot of things Farah wanted to say to Fikri, that's why she just blurted out her words.

“I'm sorry Aqila, Dad. We will go up.” as fast as lightning, Farah immediately pulled Aqila's hand to walk up, while Aqila just followed Farah's steps, she was really still nervous because she was stared at so by Fikri.

Fikri shook his head as his daughter and Aqila went upstairs, then he immediately walked towards the dining table for dinner. As usual, the dining table has a variety of menus.

Fikri pulled the chair, then he sat himself down and took the plate and took his food and he began to eat, his dinner in silence.

As usual, Fikri always ate alone. But, if by chance Farah was at the dinner table, she would immediately turn around, because she did not want to eat together with her daughter.

•••

“Aqila Are you stupid, why do you have to say that to my father,” said Farah, when entering the house. Aqila scratched the nape that was not itchy.

“Sorry Farah, I'm too greget with your father!” aqila said, Farah sat herself on the sofa, then she resuscitated her body back. He doesn't care about his wet clothes, he only thinks about his fate tomorrow.

All this time, his father had been very cold to him, and he was sure that his father's attitude would cool even more, because of what Aqila had said just now.

“Farah sorry,” said Aqila.

“Forget it!” said Farah. Farah got back up from her seat, then she immediately walked towards the bathroom to refresh herself, while Aqila sat herself on the sofa.

While sitting on the sofa and Farah was already in the bathroom, Aqila looked around the room so luxurious Farah, and she knew Farah did not lack anything, different from her.

Aqila smiled bitterly, she looked at her blackened and hardened palms, it was all because she was doing heavy work. How not, after he came home from college, he had to do a part time job.

Not to mention He also has a small business and he has to deliver goods If anyone orders goods from him, not to mention every day he always gets bad words from his family, he said, his father was silent as if he did not care.

Her brothers are just lazing around, one brother is focused on college and should not work by his stepmother, while the older half brother who only plays games and Aqila herself who meets the needs in the house.

He wanted to leave that house. But as if someone was holding him back, he had no one and he had no shelter. Once, he ran away and rented a boarding house for himself. But it turns out that the father found her, and she was again tormented by her stepmother and her two stepsisters. He had no ability to resist, as he was still in school.

And in addition to the problems he has to be the backbone of the family, he also has to withstand the worries, while at home. How not sometimes his stepbrother who is a man always trying to harass him, he never fell asleep at night and that's why after returning home from college, he prefers to do some part time work, he has to do some part time work, at least he can support his lecture d help for his household needs

Actually it's not helping, because he himself is the backbone. Her stepmother always asked for rations every Aqila got a salary and finally could not refuse. Aqila's life was really bitter, He didn't know until when this passed.

And now, when Farah invites her to stay the night, Aqila does not want to think about tomorrow because she knows that tomorrow she will not survive her stepmother, and today alone he wants to sleep soundly and not think about tomorrow.

Time showed at 11:00 p.m., Aqila awoke from her sleep, then she looked to the side where Farah had fallen asleep. He pulled out a blanket and covered Farah's body.

He looked at Farah with sadness, he remembered before going to bed, Farah taking sleeping pills, he could not forbid Farah to do that, because he understood what Farah felt. Farah didn't want to go through tonight with grief, let alone this was her birthday night.

He woke up because he felt thirsty. After enveloping her friend's body, Aqila immediately got out of bed, then she went straight out to the kitchen and took a drink.

As he descended down, his steps stopped his eyes focused on looking out, his body silently sculpted when he saw what was in front of him, it turned out that Fikri was sitting by the pool, it looks like the man just finished swimming.

Aqila's heart was about to jump her chest, when she saw Fikri's athletic body, she didn't even blink her eyes because she was so bewitched by the look of Fikri, who was only bare-chested.

Fikri got up from his seat, then he intended to go into the room. But before long, he stopped his steps when he saw Aqila in front of him. Fikri stared at Aqila flatly, while Aqila was still unconscious, she still styled Fikri without blinking.

“What do you want?” asked Fikri who started walking, he immediately asked when he was in front of Aqila. Aqila shook her head, then she woke up.

Instead of answering, he focused instead on Fikri's sixpack stomach.

“What do you want?” asked Fikri again, as Aqila blinked.

“Sorry, I just want to grab a drink!” said Aqila with a flushed face. Fikri immediately walked over, leaving Aqila just like that and after Fikri left.

Aqila rubbed her chest. She is a normal woman, of course she is interested in Fikri, especially Fikri can be defined as a perfect man. However, while recalling Fikri's behavior towards Farah, Aqila shook her head, then she resumed her steps to go to the kitchen and take a drink

The morning turns night, Aqila and Farah both wake up from their sleep and they prepare to go to campus. As usual, every stay Aqila always wears Farah's clothes, because she does not wear a change of clothes.

When going to breakfast Farah, his steps stop when the father is at the dinner table, and he is not as brave to join his father. But before long, he thought of something

“Aqila you wait here, I have to talk to my father!” said Farah, Aqila was also nagging.

Farah walked towards the dining table, then she stood beside her father. “Dad!” calling Farah doubtfully, Fikri did not turn her head making Farah bite her lip.

“May I ask for another credit card, my credit card has been limited this month," Farah said.

“Then I go!” Farah preferred to say goodbye to Fikri, because her father did not answer, while Aqila just looked at Farah who was walking towards her bitterly let alone looking at Farah's expression that seemed not to want to cry.

The world is not fair to them.

••••

Chapter 3

Aqila sighed, then exhaled while in front of her parents' house. Finally, after partime work, he had to go home and he was ready to thicken his ears, because surely he would be scolded by his stepmother

After being silent for a long time, Aqila finally stepped foot to enter.

“Where are you, you don't know, it's all gone. Where's money? aren't you paying today?” ask Mina, Aqila's stepmother.

Aqila bit her lips, then shook her head. “Sorry Mom, Aqila has to pay a semester. So Aqila Can't give Aqilah's salary to mom!” this time, Aqila dared to fight back. Because, he did have to pay his semester fee, otherwise, he would not be able to take the exam

“What's this!” shout Harso. He who was smoking immediately approached his wife and daughter.

“Dad, look at your son! when she did not want to give her salary, while the kitchen needs were thinning,” said Mina, complaining to her husband.

“Aqila you can stop college, quickly give the money to mom!” Without any mercy, Harso told Aqila to give the money that Aqila had just earned. He did not care at all about Aqila, who was none other than his own biological child.

“Come quickly!” harso. With trembling hands, Aqila reached into her bag, then she took the money and gave it to Mina's hand.

“Well, that's dong! now fast dishwashing. laundry nendump” .Breath relief, seen from Aqila's face, was so every day. He never got the calm.

Aqila took off her bag, then she went inside. “What do you want?’ mina asked, when Aqila, took the plate. ”Bu I'm hungry, I want to eat!” This time, Aqila ventured to answer the words of her stepmother.

normally he would not dare to argue, he would obey his stepmother, to do homework first. But this time, Aqila was really a little emotional, let alone the money she had collected to pay for her lecture to be forcibly taken away.

“Quick eating! get everything in the kitchen!" mina said, again Aqila was only able to sigh, when she saw the treatment of her stepmother. He immediately scooped rice onto the plate with his side dishes.

However, just as he was about to eat the chicken that was on the plate, the chicken was snatched by Irma, his half-sister.

“Enak aja you eat well!” Irma ate the chicken, making Aqila close her eyes again, it would be free if she served her half-sister, she chose to continue eating the food on her plate.

“Udah you eat, buy me boba forward!” tell Irma, Aqila did not answer. He focused on eating the food in front of him.

“Denger don't you!” Irma shook Aqila's head, until Aqila became angry. Aqila threw the plate she was wearing, because she did not accept her head being held by her stepbrother.

“What's this!” yell Mina.

“Bu see! he's breaking up the plate!” Irma complained to her mother.

“Aqila!” snapped Mina.

Aqila closed her eyes, tired of anger, emotions mixed into one, Aqila clenched her hands, until she glared at her stepmother

“How dare you glare at mom!” yelling at Irma again.

It felt, Aqila's annoyance was becoming more and more. Emotions actually become gasoline to burn his fear. He immediately walked towards his stepmother, then reached into the pocket of his stepmother by force, he took the money he had given, because he saw, his stepmother put the money in the pocket.

After fighting his stepmother, he managed to take the money he had just handed over to Mina. While Mina tried to take the money from Aqila's hands. However, Aqila fought him

“Enough!” aqila snapped, it felt like she was already at the end of her emotions, years of being treated unfairly and this was the peak of her emotions.

“Dad!” mina cried out to her husband, for she knew Aqilah would obey if Harso ordered her.

“What's Bu?” ask Harso.

“See your child! when he took again the money he was given!” mina. However, this time, Aqila was undaunted.

“Balikin that money to mom!” harso's word, he glared fiercely at Aqila.

“No way, I will never return this money!” Just as Harso was about to advance to hit Aqila, Aqila challenged Harso.

“I can report you to Komnas ham or I can also report you to the police station, because you guys have been the same as me!" shouted Aqila. Then Aqila looked towards Irma.

“And you too, during this time you used college salary money cave kan” suddenly Aqila thought of something, he immediately walked towards Irma's room.

Then after that, he looked around for Irma's wallet, and when he found Irma's wallet on the study table, he found her, Aqila immediately took Irma's wallet and took out all the contents and she took the rest of Irma's money.

When he had taken Irma's wallet, Aqila threw the wallet towards Irma, until the wallet hit her step-Kaka's head. Aqila was really at her tired point, she felt that even defending was useless, and actually not being fully brave at the moment, her knees were trembling slightly.

But, If he did not fight, he would continue to be treated unfairly. “Aqila!" shout Irma. As Irma was about to advance, Aqila immediately picked up Irma's phone on the bed, then walked towards the window.

“Dare you go forward, I throw your phone to the window,” said Aqila.

“Daddy ... Mom!” Irma screamed frantically as Aqila was about to throw her phone away, whereas Aqila just grinned.

“Wah, Irma your HP is good too and this you must buy my money!”

“Close your mouth!” irma said that she did not accept Aqila's words, this time Harso who entered Irma's room, then she glared fiercely at Aqila.

“Aqila!” snapped Harso. “You've been brave with dad, yeah!”

“Dad, if you mess with me.. I report to Komnas HAM and I will be legally processed!” aqila said, he did not know whether the treatment of his family could be accounted for before the law or not, which is certain he only just wanted to talk so that his family is not arbitrary.

Instantly Harso was silent, apparently he slightly shrieked with Aqila's words, after Harso fell silent, Aqila directly walked towards the door while carrying Irma's phone.

“Dad step aside!” aqila said as Harso blocked the door, while Irma tried to calm down. He did not want Aqila to destroy the phone he had just bought.

Taanpa allegedly, Harso strangled Aqila and cornered her daughter to the wall, until Aqila had difficulty breathing, Aqila continued to struggle so that the father released his grip from her neck.

Although he was afraid of Aqila's words, but before long, he did not accept when Aqila shouted at him. Until he darkened his eyes, he did not accept his daughter's defiance.

As Aqila was tired of rebelling, Aqila moved her legs to kick her father's weapon, and a second later Harso's weapon instantly removed her hand from Aqila's neck.

While Harso was still in pain, Aqila came straight out of Irma's room, and she went straight out of the house. When he was outside, he ran as fast as possible, so that the father did not chase after him. Luckily, Aqila had been storing college equipment and some of her clothes in the locker where she worked part time, so she was not too difficult.

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Chapter 4

Aqila was silent on the side of the road, sitting on a chair on the shoulder of the road. His eyes straight ahead, he hugged his body as the night wind blew very hard. His eyes began to glaze over, imagining the incident earlier, where he almost died at the hands of his father.

Suddenly, a clear feather immediately fell from his eye patch as he recalled the incident where his father had strangled him. The father who was supposed to protect her, who was supposed to be there for her, acted instead.

Sometimes, he wondered who was his biological son and who was his stepson, because in fact he more often saw that his father looked to love his two half-sisters, he said, in contrast to him who was used as the backbone of the family and used as a maid in the house.

Aqila shook her head, she could not dissolve in what was happening, as she realized her new life was about to begin. And he felt a great relief, as he made it out of his house.

He didn't expect, it would be this brave. In the past, I was so hesitant to leave. But now, he was absolutely certain, This was the best decision, at least he could take care of himself, without remembering both his parents and his two half-brothers.

Aqila blinked, then she immediately got up from her seat, after which, she decided to walk. He didn't know where tonight was going, only, for sure he wouldn't go back to his house again.

His friend was Farah. But, he wasn't that brave to come to Farah's house. Although he and Farah were close friends, he did not dare to ask Farah for help. He did not want to, Farah thought of him as a friend who took advantage of the situation.

•••

the time shows at 10:00 pm, Fikri is still at home in front of the laptop. Actually, Fikri's job is done. Only, he checked the other files that he had not had time to check.

Before long, the door of Fikri's room opened, the figure of Septian, secretary Fikri entered inside. “Pak, you are not home?” septian asked, Fikri turned his head.

“You go first, I'll bring my own car!” fikri said, septian nodded, then he reached into his pocket, then handed the car keys to Fikri.

“Then excuse me, sir." said Sepitian, He turned around, then out of his boss' room. Half an hour later, Dikit stretched out his hand, then he immediately closed his laptop. After that, he got up from his seat and put on a suit and grabbed the car keys, then left the room.

Fikri runs his car at a moderate speed, the road without a stretch. He was driving with a mind that ran wild. Before long, he looked down, then closed his eyes while sighing.

It seemed, her secretary had forgotten to buy gasoline, and for the first time, Fikri had to give her gasoline alone. He immediately turned, then looked for a close Pertamina.

•••

Aqila was going in no direction, to be honest ... He was confused, it had been half an hour since he walked, and he walked only to where his feet went. Before long, he felt goosebumps and he felt that someone was following from behind.

He stopped his steps for a moment, then he looked back. But when he looked, there was no one there. He bit his lips, actually he had seen someone following him. However, as he turned around, someone was hiding and he knew, it was Egi, his half-brother.

Suddenly, Aqila's heart beat twice as fast, she was in an overwhelming fear. Moreover, the streets around him were quite deserted. As fast as lightning, Aqila immediately ran over, for she was afraid that her stepbrother would catch her. Moreover, she is a woman .. of course she will not win against Egi.

While in front of the gas station, Aqila's eyes sparkled when she saw that Fikri was filling up with gasoline. The pom was quite quiet, and Aqila could not think of any other path. As fast as lightning, Aqila walked towards the side, then she immediately ran towards Fikri's car and got into the father's car of her friend.

Fikri who was outside and paying did not realize that Aqilah got into his car, let alone Aqila got into the car slowly.

“Thank you!” said Fikri, he went down because he wanted to check something and after confirming the condition of his car, Fikri also directly entered the car.

“Gosh!” Fikri was suffocated in shock, when he saw Aqila in his car. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Aqila in disbelief

Why is there Aqila, a woman who is none other than her daughter's friend and is in her car. Obviously, he was alone

“You did what in my car!” fikri's shout made Aqila aghast.

“Please me, Om!” aqila says “I ikejar my half-sister!”

“What is my business!” hardik Fikri's.

“ Out!”! drive Fikri to Aqila.

“Om would have kicked me out, what if there was nothing like me!” Aqila no longer cared about Fikri's cold demeanor, she threw out her fear at her friend's father. Most importantly, he had to leave his half-brother first.

“Om come!” Aqila shook Fikri's hand, making Fikri aghast, because no one had dared to touch her all this time. But now, the girl who was his son's friend was so presumptuous .

At once Fikri threw Aqila's hand hard, until Aqila realized, and grimaced, because her hand hit the end of the door.

Fikri clucked lazily, then he blamed his car, then ran it. After that, Aqila immediately lowered her head to avoid being seen by her stepbrother who was looking for her.

After the car drove a considerable distance from the gas station, Fikri immediately stopped his car. Then, he incised towards Aqila who was daydreaming.

“You're down!” drive out Fikri, Aqila turned her head.

“Om, it's a deserted road. Time could nurunin me here,” said Aqila.

“I don't care. Downhill!" again, Fikri spoke flatly and coldly. Her tone seemed reluctant to be denied, while Aqila scratched her non-itchy nape. He was so timid, and now Fikri dropped him off on a shortcut that was quite lonely. There's not even anyone there.

“Om ...." Aqila tries to persuade Fikri, hoping that Fikri will invite her. At least tonight he'll be safe. Actually, he could have called Farah. But since he was with Fikri, then what's wrong he cut down on Fikri.

Fikri sighed, then exhaled. He got down from the car, making Aqila frown. Fikri circled the car, then opened the car door for Aqila. “Out!” fikri's Decree.

“Om ...” said Aqila softly, he tried to show a clear face. Fikri pulls Aqila's hand by force, so Aqila is forced to get out of the car. And after Aqila got out, Fikri, went back into his car, and he, too, went back to running it and left Aqila who was scared alone.

Chapter 6

Fikri's eyes were rounded when he saw Aqila. In front of him, he saw Aqila from bottom to top, he was more stunned when he realized that Aqila was wearing an office girl uniform in his company.

“What are you doing here?” Ask Fikri. Aqila simply smiled, displaying her neat rows of teeth.

“I became office girl Om here,” said Aqila made a sense of annoyance against Fikri.

”What you think I am you!” hardik Fikri sadistically, making Aqila bite her lips.

“Sorry, sir,” Aqila said by trying to hold back from crying.

Aqila who was carrying a tray directly forward, then she kept the food on the table and walked slowly, because Fikri's gaze was so piercing as usual. Only, this time Aqila was more nervous than before, let alone Fikri being the boss where he worked.

“You can go!” fikri. Again, Aqila nodded.

“Then excuse me, Sir!” After that Aqila turned around then walked out of her room making Fikri shake her head.

After exiting Fikri's room, Aqila held onto her chest. His heart beats twice as fast. How not, Fikri is really scary. Fikri's gaze completely pierced him to the heart.

Aqila straightened her body, then she immediately walked back to get down and went to the pantry, and continued her work again, because of the myriad tasks that awaited her.

•••

the time shows at 05:00 pm, after washing dishes and doing his job. Finally, Aqila was able to breathe a sigh of relief when the work was done and the time she had come home.

I can't wait to get to his room and lay his body down. Today, he is so tired. Moreover, all night he could not fall asleep at all.

When Aqila was going home, and was already preparing to go to the locker. Suddenly, a sound of steps came into the pantry, until finally turned his head.

“Aqila please bring Mr. Fikri snacks and drinks like that. He will be overtime and after you deliver it you can go home,” said someone who was none other than the staff at the prusaah.

Aqila nodded with a smile, she could have smiled. His heart cursed Fikri. When he was coming home he had to take orders again. But, his position he could not resist, finally he canceled his intention to go home and go to the pantry to return to prepare food like that last afternoon

15 Minutes later, the food made by Aqila was finally finished. He immediately rushed to walk towards the elevator, to climb into Fikri's room. After being in front of Fikri's room, Aqila finally knocked on the door, until it sounded authentic from within.

“Pak, Here's your order!” aqila.

“You can save it there!” fikri replied without looking at Aqila. Until Aqila put the food that she found on the table.

“Then excuse me, Sir!” pamit Aqila Somehow It seems he does not want to linger near Fikri or in the room Fikri. It was like he was testing his guts.

••••

The time shows at 10 pm, Fikri immediately closed the laptop. He rubbed his face, because his eyes felt heavy. He who was supposed to come home in the afternoon, even late in his work because there is work that is not finished.

Fikri got up from his seat, then he put on a suit. Then grab the car keys and get out of the room. The atmosphere of the company was so quiet, there were only a few guards standing guard in front.

Fikri got in the car, then he started the car and ran it and got out of the basement. While driving, it rained

Fikri stopped his car for a moment to turn on the glass cleaner.

As he was about to run his car back, he suddenly stopped his movements when he saw the figure of Aqila standing across. It seems Aqila is taking shelter. For a moment, Fikri fell silent staring at the girl. But before long, he shook his head. Immediately, blame his car back and run it.

20 Minutes later, Fikri's car arrived home. He took an umbrella and got out of the car and went into the house. When entering the house, Fikri stopped his movements when he saw the Princess sitting on the sofa.

When she heard the door open, Farah turned her head, she who had been waiting for her father to rise from her seat. With hesitation, Farah walked straight towards Fikri.

“Dad!” call Farah, actually he was very afraid to face Fikri, especially he would ask for something to the father.

“Hmmm,” replied Fikri indifferently.

“Daddy may I request a new credit card,.my card has limit and ...” Farah did not continue her words, as the father looked at her with a sharp gaze. To the point of being severe can only be bowed.

If he didn't need a credit card, he wouldn't have asked his father. But he was also confused as to who else to ask. Fikri sighed, then exhaled. He took out his wallet, took a card and Farah took it.

|••

Time showed at 02:00 p.m., Fikri moved his head to and fro. Cold sweat was all over his body.

“Ivana!” shouted Fikri who immediately woke up from his sleep. Apparently, he dreamed of past events, where he and his wife ....

Chapter 7

Fikri awoke with a breath of breath, he did not expect the dream to come back, a dream in which he had a tragic experience with his wife.

When he was about to take a drink, Fikri stopped his movements when he saw Farah sitting on the sofa. Fikri was still standing on the stairs, he saw Farah's back, and when he saw Farah, he remembered his dream again just now, until he clenched his hands.

His jaw hardened and in the end, Fikri turned around and went back to his room, it felt like he would not be able to look at Farah, and he would not be able to hold back his emotions if he saw Farah,  that's why he prefers to go back into the room.

1 hour passed

Doesn't feel Farah has been sitting on the sofa for 1 hour, actually he can't sleep, he feels a strange feeling, that's why he chose to go down and make milk. As he was about to climb back into his room, Farah suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, until he immediately sat down on the sofa.

He wanted to turn his head towards the stairs, but he was not that brave to see his father, because in fact when Fikri was down until Fikri returned, Farah realized the presence of the father. Only, he did not dare to turn around.he did not want to see the gaze of his father who was looking at him with full anger, that was why he preferred to remain silent.

After a long silence, Farah finally got up from her seat, then she went back up again to go to her room.

next day

Fikri came out of the room, he came down for breakfast before going to the office. And just as Fikri was already sitting on the chair for breakfast. Farah came from behind, making Fikri gasp in annoyed breath.

“Dad!” Calling Farah, he ventured to greet the father for wanting to speak something, while Fikri who was about to start his breakfast immediately stopped his movements, he did not turn his head towards Farah at all.

Farah bit her lip when she saw the expression of the father, she knew her father did not want to hear her words, especially when she was having breakfast. But Farah was forced to tell her father this.

When Fikri did not answer Farah again strengthened herself to speak.

“Dad, may I speak with dad?”  said Farah, her lips twitching. He was afraid to hear Fikri's answer.

“Let's go,” replied Fikri coldly, making Farah sigh. Slowly, Farah's hands stretched out to pull the chair, for the first time she also ventured to have breakfast with her father, hoping that this time her father would eat breakfast with her.

When Farah was sitting, Fikri slammed the spoon in his hand, then he immediately left the dining table and also left Farah who was still fixated. Though he wanted to try to bring himself closer to the aya, even though he knew his father would refuse.

But still, no matter how hard he braced himself, he would not be able to penetrate the frozen heart of the father. The proof, now Fikri left just like that, even though he just wanted to talk to his father.

Farah's eyes moistened, and she wiped the corner of her watery eyes, then took out a plate and began to arrange the food on her plate. Farah bribed food with a broken feeling, like she lost before struggling.

Fikri comes out slamming the door, then he gets into his car, his mood suddenly deteriorates as Farah sits at the same table as him. “I'm the one driving!”  fikri said to the driver, Fikri took the key from the driver's hand, then he got into the car. Then running the car at a high enough speed, making the driver shake.

15 Minutes later, Farah came out of the house, and she saw January, the father's driver, and she approached him in January. ”Om!” angkil Farah in January.

“Non want to be delivered, om do not drive father now!”  january's word offering Farah.

Farah shook her head. ”No, I want to take a taxi om, then excuse me!” pamit Farah, then said Farah walked towards the gate.

January was silent, he could only see Farah's back drifting away. He understood how the Fikri family was doing, because he had served for many years with Fikri, and he was also a key witness in the incident.

He also witnessed how the Fikri family was destroyed at that time, so he knew very well what the reason for Fikri's attitude towards Farah.

•••

After being on the highway, Fikri drove his car at a moderate speed, he tried to regulate his breathing. For some reason, when he saw Farah dare to get close to him, he felt annoyed. Not to mention his dream last night still ringing in his brain, to remind Fikri of past events

Fikri sighed and then exhaled, after passing a long journey, finally the car driven by Fikri reached the basement of his company. He went down and walked towards the elevator. Then go up to his room.

When he entered his room, Fikri immediately threw his bag, then he immediately walked towards his desk and after that he called his secretary, asking his secretary to order food for breakfast.

Twenty minutes later, the door was knocked by someone so Fikri invited the person to enter. And it turns out, it was Aqilah who entered while carrying the order of Fikri.

Upon seeing Aqila, Fikri closed her eyes. When he saw Aqila, he automatically remembered Farah again and it made his mood worse. It felt, he was eager to shout at this woman in front of him.

“Pak It's your order!”  aqila.

“Put it on the table,” Fikri replied indifferently, Aqila also put the look. But before long, Aqila rounded her eyes when she accidentally spilled a glass containing coffee onto the table, until Fikri turned her head and then she immediately got up from her seat and kicked the table.

“You can't do the right job!"  yelled Fikri, Fikri seemed to find an excuse to yell at Aqila, venting his mistake that occurred due to earlier.

Aqilah's body he pegged when he heard Fikri shout, For the first time, he saw Fikri's reddened face and looked at him with anger. With trembling hands, Aqila instantly took out a handkerchief. Slowly, Aqila wiped her desk.

But again, due to Aqila's nervousness, Aqila makes another fatal mistake, in which she spills the food she brought for Fikri onto the floor.

“You!” feriak Fikri again, this time his shout was even tighter than before, making Aqila completely shocked that she felt her body completely weakened.

••••

Chapter 8

Upon seeing Aqila spill her food, Fikri, again shouted. “You!” yelled Fikri, She really vented her anger on Aqila. In fact, he was not too upset with what Aqila did, only that he vented his anger on Aqila, because he remembered his dream and remembered Farah who had dared to sit together at the dinner table.

Aqila's lips trembled, her face paled when she heard Fikri's scream.Even her hands also trembled. But as much as possible, he cleaned the food on the table quickly. It seemed, Aqila wanted to hurry up, get out of Fikri's room, because she couldn't be in this room.

“Go!” scorching Fikri on Aqila. As fast as lightning, Aqila immediately picked up the plate and glass she had brought.

“Sorry, I will replace it!” After that, Aqila also ran towards the door, It seemed that she could no longer hear and see Fikri's anger, That's why she ventured to run

While outside Fikri's room, Aqila leaned her body backwards. Then holding onto his chest, his heart was completely like jumping from his chest cavity. He only worked for 2 days, but apparently he had made a fatal mistake.

After being able to control himself, Aqila finally went back to walking, then he went down again to make new food for Fikri.

15 Minutes later, though,.

.

Aqila was silent in front of Fikri's room, in her hands was already a tray filled with food that she made back. It's been 5 minutes passed Aqila was silent position, he hesitated to knock and he was afraid to enter, he was confused now how, that's why he could only be silent outside.

Finally, Aqila ventured to raise her hand, then she knocked on the door. There was no word from within, it made Aqilah even more frightened.

Aqila sighed, then exhaled. He went straight inside, then he rounded his eyes when he saw Fikri drooping on the floor. Apparently, after Aqila came out of Fikri's room, Fikri had a mild heart attack, so he was unconscious.

As fast as lightning, Aqila.un went straight inside and Aqila patted on Fikri's cheek. However, Nihil Fikri remained unconscious. Immediately, he ran out to call people to help Fikri.

•••

When Fikri went to the hospital, Farah ran quickly, when she entered the hospital, she immediately asked the receptionist to ask her father. Just now, while he was on campus, Aqila called him, saying that Fikri was unconscious, he who was in class immediately ran out and went straight to the hospital to meet and see his father

After asking the receptionist, Farah finally found out the place where the father's ward was, She immediately ran towards the elevator, he stopped his steps when he saw that Aqila was there and there were also some of his father's staff.

Aqila who was sitting, went straight to Farah. “Farah your father ...”

“Aqila, How is it?” ask Farah. 

“Your father is inside!” aqila. Farah walked straight away, and then she went straight into the room. When he entered the room, it turned out that the doctor was examining Fikri.

“How is my Father, Doctor?” farah asked, the doctor who had just examined Fikri turned his head

“Your father seems to be suffering from a mild heart attack, but his condition has stabilized. Maybe your dad will wake up soon!” the doctor said, making Farah sigh in relief.

“Then we excuse you!" the team of doctors came out of the room leaving Farah and Fikri. Farah pulled out a chair, then sat herself down near her father's cage.

Farah closed her mouth, so that her cries would not be heard. He wanted to cry when he saw the condition of the father like this, however bad Fikri attitude to him, But Farah still can not hate the father.

Farah saw Fikri's face fixed, trying to capture the face of the father in her memory. If you think, maybe this is the first time for Farah to be able to see the father this close, to see his father's face with a very close distance, and this is a rare moment. It's even very rare.

Slowly, Farah's hand was raised to hold his father's hand, the hand he had always wanted to reach, but it was always away and never wanted to be held. But before long, as he was about to touch Tenga Fikri, Farah stopped his movements

He wanted to hold the father's hand, but he was not that brave to hold the father's hand, even though the father was unconscious and although the father could not possibly know that Farah was trying to touch his hand. 

An hour later 

Fikri blinked, he opened his eyes. His whole body felt stiff, he looked around, it turned out he was in the hospital. He tried to remember what happened, as he remembered earlier after scolding Aqila, he intended to sit in his chair 

Fikri exhaled a rough breath, after recalling everything. Earlier, after berating Aqila his heart was painful and now he realized he was in the hospital because he had a mild heart attack. He looked around, until his gaze stopped at Farah, the princess who was sitting and turned her head to the nightstand while closing her eyes.

Once again, Fikri gasped in annoyance at Farah, finally turning her gaze away. 

 10 Minutes later, Farah woke up from her sleep, lifted her head and looked at her father. Apparently, the father was looking the other way, but Farah could see that his father had opened his eyes.

“A-Dad!” Call Farah hesitantly but Fikri does not answer. Farah got up from her seat, then she decided to leave the room, she did not want to make her father emotional with her presence.

”Farah, why are you out?” ask Aqila. 

”My father is awake!” Farah replied with a smile, and Aqila knew, that smile was a smile full of wounds. Slowly, he hugged Farah. 

“Nothing, everything will definitely be fine!” aqila said, until in the end, Farah shed her tears in Aqila's arms.

At 07:00 p.m., Farah, who was waiting outside, got up from her seat when she saw the nurse bringing food for her father.

“Let me just take her nurse," said Farah when the nurse would enter her room.

The nurse nodded and handed over, a trolley containing trays, and then Farah went inside. When Farah entered, the father was looking at the door and when the door opened, Fikri looked at Farah. 

Again, Fikri jerked in an annoyed breath, making Farah hesitant to go forward. 

“Dad I'll feed Dad!” said Farah, who was emboldened and had already brought a tray in her hands. Just as he was intending to feed Fikri, suddenly

Fraggs

The tray escaped Farah's hand, because Fikri threw Farah's hand so hard that the tray containing the food fell to the floor 

Instantly .....

chapter 9

Farah was stunned when Fikri threw the food in the tray, until the food was scattered down. Farah's body shook. Right now, he is so scared. Even he was only able to look down without daring to look at the father, because he knew what kind of gaze Fikri would throw at him.

Fikri's emotions peaked when he saw his daughter enter with a tray, so he immediately threw the tray. Really, at this moment he was so sick of seeing Farah's face, If he could, he wanted to drag his daughter out of her ward.

“Go!” that was all Farah could say, she tried to temper her emotions, as her health deteriorated. But still, he could not hide that he was angry with Farah, even though Farah only did the simple thing, which was to bring him food.

“Go!” fikri's word again, when Farah was still silent on the spot. With a limp step, Farah turned around, then walked down to get out of the father's room. He still couldn't believe it, the father did this to him.

all this time, Fikri had only been cold and spoke coldly, never coming this way. For the first time, he saw Fikri do something like that. That is why, he was surprised to the point that he was unable to think of anything.

When he was outside the room, Farah immediately sat himself in the waiting chair, then he covered his face. Then crying a hiccup, Farah's cry was so bitter, however, she went through it all alone.

Facing his father's hatred, without knowing his faults and he is forced to stay fine amid the bad things that befall him, without him being able to protest, without him being able to complain.

Before long, when Farah was crying, suddenly someone patted Farah's shoulder, until Farah turned her head, it was Aqila who came.

Apparently, at noon came home from the hospital iAqila went back to the office to continue his work. Then after returning from the office, he returned to his boarding house and after that, he rested for a while and returned to the hospital, to accompany Farah.

Actually Aqila was really tired, she wanted to rest, let alone her work was so piled up, because she had to clean several floors by herself. But he could not bear to let Farah stay in the hospital alone. That's why he decided to meet Farah.

“Aqila!” Call Farah. Aqila sat herself down next to Farah, then she gave Farah a paper bag. “I know you haven't eaten, eat first. This is not an expensive food, but at least you must like it!” aqila said, he did not have much money until He only gave Farah a simple meal.

Instead of answering, Farah hugged Aqila instead, she hugged Aqila with a sultry cry, the incident just now was really painful. So it feels like he doesn't know what to do. While Aqila continued to stroke Farah's back, letting Farah calm down in her arms.

“Is there something going on inside?” aqila asked, Farah nodded.

“My father throws the food I brought. Though, I just wanted to bribe her,” Farah replied, her lips twitching slightly. Moreover, he remembered the incident just now.

Aqila closed her eyes upon hearing Farah's words, had Fikri not been her boss, it was certain that she would have gone berserk because Fikri treated Aqila so badly. But he can't do anything either.

“Then, how .... Has your father eaten?” ask Aqila. Farah shook her head.

“No, I haven't ordered any more food.”

“You wait here, I'll order more food on sister!” Aqila got up from her seat, then she immediately walked to the elevator to go down and asked the sisters to deliver food again to the room Fikri.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of a walking trolley was finally heard, until Aqila and Farah who were sitting turned to look, the nurse brought food for Fikri.

”Excuse me what you want to feed your father lag?” asked the sister, it turns out that the one who delivered the food was the nurse who delivered the food earlier, until she immediately asked Farah..

Farah shook her head. “No, sister only,” she replied again, after which the sister nodded. Then go into Fikri's room.

When the sisters entered, Fikri was daydreaming. While the nurse immediately fell silent when she saw the messy food below and before long, Fikri also looked at the nurse.

“I don't want to eat anything!” fikri. “I will eat tomorrow only,” he said again because at this time the mood is really deteriorating and it is all because of Farah, his daughter.

“But Sir, you have to eat,” replied the nurse again. But before long, the nurse did not speak anymore because Fikri looked at her so sharply, until finally the nurse nodded and turned back and left the room.

“Why did you bring the food back out?" this time it was Aqila who asked the sisters.

“Patients do not want to eat their food,” replied the nurse until Farah directly stared at Aqila

“Aqila, my father has not eaten will you bribe him!” fatah Pinta.

Aqila's eyes were rounded upon hearing Farah's words, How could she possibly face Fikri.

“Ayolah, Aqila. please!” farah's face was so clear, especially just now Farah had just cried, so inevitably Aqila was nagging. He also got up straight from his seat.

“All of you are Farah, if not then where would I feed your killer father!” gerutu AqilAqila also took the tray.

“Let me that go inside, Sus.”

When he went inside, he immediately fell silent when he saw the food scattering on the floor. When Aqila entered, Fikri turned his head, again he jerked an upset breath, his son and his son's friend made his emotions peak..

“Sir-dad should eat first!" said Aqila who ventured to advance and approach towards the cage. Although he spoke calmly, his legs trembled. Honestly, he doesn't think Fikri will act like Farah.

When Fikri will throw again the tray in Aqila's hand, the movement is read by Aqila. until Aqila immediately avoids Fikri, until the bowl remains safe in Aqila's hand.

“Sir, the father is sick, if the father does not eat, when the father will recover!" this time, Aqila ventured to talk like that to Fikri making Fikri frown.

“Bare once she!” fikri swore in his heart, when he saw Aqila speaking to him.

“Come, sir. You have to eat. Let me feed you,” said Aqila again, he put a tray on the table, then he took a plate containing porridge. Then after that it approached again in the direction of the cage.

“You want me to fire?” fikri said as Aqila was stirring the porridge in her hand. Making Aqila's movements stop.

“If you are still in this room, tomorrow you I fire!” he said again making Aqila round her eyes. Quickly, Aqila put the tray back and ran out of Fikri's ward.

kaliam must have thought that what made Fikri bencu Farah was because his wife fikri died because of menggahirin farah, but actually no gengs, there are other reasons

Chapter 10

“Aqila, How, did you manage to feed my father?” farah asked, as Aqila came out in a breath of breath.

“Your father threatened to fire me if I bribed him,” Aqila replied making Farah sigh, Aqila sat down next to Farah, then the two friends again bowed themselves in the waiting chair.

Farah and Aqila both fell silent, they dived into their respective minds.

“Aqila do you often meet my father in the office?” ask Farah. He suddenly asked Aqila.

Aqila seemed to think. “I just came to your father's room to deliver food and drink, you know, before your father got into the hospital, your father had scolded me,” Aqila replied.

Farah simply smiled in response to Aqila. “Did he never smile at others?” asked Farah again, sounding a tinge of bitterness in the tone of her question. Aqila turned her head towards Farah, then she stroked Farah's back.

“Tidak nothing, Farah. someday surely your father will smile at you,” replied Aqila, although he himself is not sure of the answer

One week later

Farah was silent in front of her father's room. It's been a week, and he got the info from the doctor that today he can go home for one week the father is able to come home from the hospital.

Farah did not dare to go into her father's ward. After college, he went straight to the hospital and waited in the waiting chair. Every now and then he saw his father from the window, he was not that brave to go in after what happened a week ago, where the father threw the bowl he was carrying

Before long, there was a sound of footsteps until Farah who was sitting immediately turned her head and she immediately rose from her seat, knowing that the father would come out of his ward, and sure enough ... Before long the door opened.

Fikri stopped his steps when he saw his daughter in front of him. However, he only stared at Farah at a glance, then he immediately walked past Farah's body just like that and walked towards the elevator.

As fast as lightning, Farah turned around, then walked directly behind Fikri. During this week, he had been thinking of continuing on to his first intention, which was to approach the father. He was sure that one day his father would fall to him.

As Fikri entered the elevator and intended to close the door, Farah extended her hand. Until the elevator door opened again, making Fikri jerk his breath annoyed .

Without looking at his father, Farah went straight into the elevator, until now in the elevator there were only Farah and Fikri.

Farah stood behind Fikri's body, then looked down because she knew her father was staring at her through the reflection of the wall.

Fikri's jaw hardened, really since that dream, the hatred for his daughter became more and more.

After the elevator doors opened, Fikri exited the elevator followed by Farah behind Fikri's body, and while outside the hospital, Fikri stopped her steps, knowing Farah was behind her body

At once Fikri turned around, then he looked at his daughter with anger mixed with annoyance.

”Go and don't follow again!” after saying that, Fikri directly got into the car waiting for him, leaving Farah who was silently sculpting. Apparently Farah's attempt this time failed, he failed again to approach the father

Farah raised her head, then saw the car of the father who kept away, he stroked her chest, “It's okay, Farah, you still have plenty of time to approach your father!” farah said, she encouraged herself. After that, he immediately went and took a taxi to go home, he planned to make dinner for his father.

Next day.

Aqila was silent in the basement of Fikri's company. she deliberately took a short break, after taking out the trash. Today, it was quite draining of his energy, that's why he stayed in the basement for a moment, before he returned to the office again. Because if he goes back to the office, he will definitely be told to by other staff.

“ Aqila!” suddenly a familiar voice came from behind. Aqila who was sitting looked over. Aqila's eyes were rounded when she saw who called her, it turned out that she was Aqila's Father Harso. Apparently, Harso had been looking for the existence of the Princess, namely Aqila .

Since Aqila left, there was no more income that was why Harso was looking for his first daughter and it seemed, good luck sided with Harso where he saw Aqila enter the building that was none other than Fikri's company, until earlier this morning Harso waited in front of the building.

And as Harso waited beside the building, he saw Aqila carrying a garbage crackle. And he followed the Princess, until now he presented himself before Aqila.

“Dad!” Call Aqila, she retreats as Harso approaches her.

“Dad!” that was all Aqila could say, she suddenly recalled the moment her father strangled her, as she ran away from home.

“Dad for money!” harso said suddenly, he thought of nothing more than asking for money from Aqila.

“No, I have no money, I will no longer give money to you guys!” Aqila ventured to speak, she looked at the father with a defiant gaze, despite the fact that her knees were trembling, let alone the state of the basement was so quiet. He was afraid, his father strangled him again

“Aqila, Dad ask for money!” kekeh Harso's. “Or?”

“Or what?” aqila shouted, Harso suddenly panicked at Landa as Aqila shouted, He immediately advanced towards the princess, then he immediately stretched out his hand to reach into Aqila's pocket.

“Dad!” aqila shouted in panic.

“If you don't have any money, give Daddy your HP, let me sell!” harso said again, making Aqila's body tremble.

Before long, Harso's body retreated backwards, apparently someone pulled Harso's shirt, making Aqila sigh in relief. But before long, Aqilah's surprise returned when she saw who pulled the father's clothes, it turned out that he was Fikri.

Fikri who had just parked his car, heard a commotion. Until he immediately approached the source of the voice, and when he saw a man who seemed to be squeezing the body of a woman, Fikri immediately pulled the man's shirt.

Suddenly, Fikri punches Harso in the cheek, until Harso falls to the ground. “You're okay?” asked Fikri who was staring at Aqila. Aqila was still speechless, she was still shocked when Fikri punched her father. But soon Aqila regained consciousness.

“Sa-I'm fine,” replied Aqila. Fikri passed, then decided to leave before Harso and Aqila, he decided to leave when he realized something, that what he hit just now, was Aqila's father, because their faces were so similar..When Fikri left, Aqila immediately followed Fikri's steps, because she did not want her father to bother her anymore

“You why follow me?” fikri asked as Aqila walked into the elevator that Fikri was riding in

“Sorry, Sir. But I have to go upstairs,” Aqila replied, Fikri did not answer Aqila's words anymore, he pushed the button until the elevator door closed. Silent

The atmosphere inside the elevator was so quiet, Aqila who was behind Fikri looked down. Fikri leaned his body against the wall. Suddenly Greg ....

There was a sound of shock that was quite great, making Aqila immediately staggered to the side as well as Fikri.

“Pak-pak, this is why?" aqila asked, she was struck by panic when Fikri did not reply. Fikri reached into his bag, then took his cell phone and called someone.

“Sial!” Fikri growled in annoyance, as his secretary could not be contacted. Fikri put the phone back in his bag. After that, he pressed the emergency button. But again there is no answer.

Before long, Fikri looked back, it turned out that Aqila was in the corner. “You're okay?” fikii asked, Aqila raised her head, her face paled. Aqila had a phobia with a dark and narrow room, especially now that the elevator felt stuffy.

“O-om," said Aqila stammered, he pulled the suit Fikri made Fikri directly closer to Aqila.

“You, relax! breathe in, exhale, breathe out.” Fikri tried to lead Aqila to control her breathing, let alone Aqila's face was paled, clearly visible sweat immediately sprung from Aqila's face.

Fikri again turned his head to the front, then he immediately pressed the emergency button again and when Fikri would call his secretary or security, Aqil's body fell on him. Apparently Aqila, already unable to hold back, until finally closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

Fikri turned around again, then he immediately caught Aqila's body so as not to fall.

”

“Aqilah .... Aquilah!” call Fikri, he lays Aqila on the floor, then he gets back up to call people.Breaths of relief when his secretary can be contacted and they will justify the elevator in a moment. After calling, Fikri looked towards Aqila, he ruffled his waist as he sighed now, how should he handle this girl.

remembering that it was this girl who saved him and took him to the hospital, and now should he do the same by giving artificial breath. Or let until the technician successfully fixes the elevator.

Fikri pulled his hair back, he sighed again then exhaled. In the end, Fikri bowed intending to give an artificial breath.

Fikri closed his eyes, then he brought his face closer to Aqila's. Then he kissed Aqila's lips.

Ting!

The elevator pitch opened making Fikri immediately stop his movement which would start giving artificial breath. He looked outwards, where some people were watching him and saw him with strange looks and surprised looks.

At that instant, Fikri got up from the floor, his face completely flushed. Shame actually approached him, let alone everyone staring at him without blinking. During his life, this was probably the first time he was embarrassed.

Fikri bit her lips, then cleared her throat. He tidied up and got out of the elevator. “She was unconscious, that she was to the hospital!” fikri said to his secretary. After that, he got out of the elevator and went into the room

After entering his room, Fikri slammed his body on the sofa, then he massaged his forehead. Damn it was really embarrassing.

•••

the time shows at 07:00 pm Farah smiled when she had managed to serve food at the dinner table. This time, he cooked dinner for his father.

Yesterday, when I got home from the hospital. He cooked food for his father. But he did not say that it was his cooking, lucky that his father only stayed in the room, until his father did not know that it was Farah's cooking.

So even now, he has cooked dinner for his father and surely his father will eat the food, because he thinks it is a helper's cooking

When finalized. Farah left the dining room before her father came. He went upstairs to go to his room.

While setting foot in front of Fikri's room, Farah stopped her steps. The room he had not been in for 19 years.

I don't know why at this time he was curious about the room. Farah sighed, then exhaled. He saw the clock on his wrist. His father came home in an hour, and Farah thought, it was okay to go into his father's room just to look around, Moreover, it has been a very long time he wanted to go into the father's room.

Slowly, Farah extended her hand. Then, hold the doorknob and turn it around. Farah's eyes sparkled, because the father's room was not locked, and Farah opened the door at once.

When she first got into the father's room, only the tightness that Farah felt. He looked around, the father's room was filled with all-white nuances.

As Farah was about to turn around, Farah suddenly stopped her intention, when she saw something on her father's dressing table. Slowly, he came forward and picked up a newspaper.

The father never read the newspaper and no one sent the newspaper home. Then why was the paper on the father's desk, that's what Farah thought.

Farah carried the newspaper, then bowed herself on the sofa. Then he looked at the newspaper and opened it carefully. Farah narrowed her eyes when she saw the reading where the year in the paper was, where it was issued 20 years ago.

After turning over a page, Farah fell silent, she stared at the paper without blinking there was a picture of the father who was in the police station, there was also someone wearing prisoner clothes.

Farah felt her heart ache when she read the headline featuring her father, so she smothered her mouth when she read about what the article was about.

“How dare you ...” Suddenly Farah was surprised when the newspaper he held was seized by Fikri. apparently Fikri came home early today, and he went straight into the room. Fikri's emotions peaked, when she saw her daughter in her room. Even reading his newspaper the newspaper he always kept as a painful memento.

Farah got up from her seat, then she looked at Father with a broken look.

“A-dad what is it? ”

Fikri was speechless when he saw Farah's expression, it seemed like there was no point in hiding everything anymore.

“You want to know what this is?” fikri asked his tone sounded very fiery and full of emotion.

“You want to know why I hate you?” contact Fikri again. When he heard Fikri's words, Farah's body was silent on the other hand, he wanted to hear the father's reason, but on the other hand he was afraid to hear the truth.

For some reason, when reading the article, he understood why his father could hate him. The article in the paper, simply explains everything, which was twenty years ago ....