The Love I Don't Miss
Part 75 (Papa Zio)

The atmosphere enveloped Clarice's meeting with her real father. After 5 years of separation, now for the first time they get acquainted and embrace.

Zio tightly hugged Clarice's petite body very tightly accompanied by a deep feeling of affection. Although the feeling of affection just appeared when knowing everything .

Zio held Clarice and took her to sit on the sofa. On the sofa Zio did not want to take off the hug. He even closed his eyes deep on the little shoulder of the princess. And inhaled all the typical fragrance of Clarice that was so soul-soothing that the last few months were so silent and desolate.

"Clarice should call Papa?" ask Clarice in Zio's ear.

"Yes, Honey! it's Papa!" zio answered full should hear the typical petite voice of children right in his ears.

"Who's Papa's name?" ask Clarice to take off her father's arms. Then looked at the handsome face whose eyes were still glazed over.

"Father Zio!" zio replied as he kissed Clarice's puffed cheek.

Oh, My God.... How happy Zio's heart was to kiss his baby for the first time.

It didn't reach the cheek next to the one that Zio kissed. He also kissed Clarice's cheeks, then the little girl's forehead very gently.

"Who's Clarice's full name?" asked Zio with a thundered chest.

He swore in his heart. If Clarice's name came to her, she would sue in court, no matter what.

"Brighta Clarice Agasta." replied Clarice who had already memorized her name out of her head.

Zio breathed in relief. Let there be no name. There is no Kenzo in it. And Agasta's name was enough to be a sign of who her parents were.

While Calina and Kenzo link their fingers together. To strengthen themselves from now on must be ready if Clarice's love will be divided for them.

"Let me take her today?" pinta Zio on Calina and Kenzo just like that.

Kenzo and Calina stared at each other. Not disbelieving in Zio, but they were not used to being at home without Clarice, other than school hours.

"Clarice wants to go with Papa?" mama Shinta asked Clarice to take the middle ground.

Clarice looked into Zio's eyes looking at her expectantly. Then look at Mommy and Daddy. But it looks like Calina and Kenzo are just silent the two can not give an answer to it.

And Clarice's reflexes suddenly shook her head just like that. And it made Zio's tears that he had already endured, melt away even without a puff.

How not, he was eager to feel what the Fathers on this Earth felt. Take their children to the streets, vacationing, shopping and so on. But the new daughter he found refused.

Which of my hearts is not hurt?

While Calina and Kenzo again look at each other in a nimble gaze. Between pity and confusion.

"Sorry Zio. Maybe Clarice doesn't know you very well yet, so she refuses to come with you. He was taught not to easily follow people he did not know." explained Mama Shinta.

"Yes, Ma... Zio tau.." replied Zio in a heartbreaking voice.

"Maybe he doesn't understand what's going on either. Let us give Clarice some understanding first, Zi.." said Kenzo hoping Zio would understand. All is not an easy thing to understand 5-year-old child whose brain capacity is still small and even dominated by play and play.

"Give us some time to give Clarice an understanding, Mas." Calina said.

And Zio just nodded. Although it holds back disappointment and injury.

***

That day passed with Zio who could not introduce Clarice with his life, as well as his home.

In another apartment, another building. There was Gilang who managed to take Kayla out of the Mental Hospital.

Using various means, Gilang managed to persuade Kayla to come with him and stay in his apartment until everything went according to plan.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Gilang to Kayla who is sitting on the living room sofa.

For Kayla, even though people saw her as crazy, still she could remember very well about the apartment. He lived there for quite a long time.

Kayla shook her head slowly to answer Gilang's question. From here Gilang smiled, he understood that Kayla was not 100% crazy. There was a door he had to knock to find the answer.

There is a price he has to pay to get what he wants.

Gilang sat right next to Kayla. Riding a thin smile, to show what he is feeling inside his chest. It was unexpected that the girl returned to her apartment, with her. And of course with their memories of the past.

The sun began to fall towards the west. Gilang composed a series of sentences to get Kayla to talk honestly about how she felt.

"You know... When I was a kid, I dreamed of becoming an international racer?" silang said to invite Kayla to enter into a story to provoke natural attention from within the sanity instinct of an Azkayla Azzahra.

Kayla just kept quiet with what Gilang said. He only remained focused on the glass windows that showed the passing of the Capital.

"I've been practicing a lot, by going home from school with my own motorbike, then me and a friend of mine will fight each other time. Who will get home first, then he will be a winner, and get a deal from the loser. Incidentally we live in the same complex, only different alleys." said Gilang.

"And I was often the winner. Makes me feel like someday my mind will come true!"

Gilang was still staring fixedly at Kayla's face that looked still indifferent to her. Even so he continued to tell with a faint smile on his lips.

"That way I think that when I get older I will be enough, I will be a rider like Valentino Rossie. But it turns out I'm just a wild racer who comes home always gets mama's tantrums. Then the night will be sprayed Papa because it always gets protests from the surrounding residents.." continued Gilang chuckled amused considering the times where many of his mischievous actions were appealed to his achievements.

But who would have thought what was told Gilang managed to pull a little corner of Kayla's lips that had never seen her face before.

Of course Gilang knew if there was anything else from Kayla's facial features. There was a thin movement at the corner of the girl's lips, which she was probably half-dead. And as a psychiatrist he also knew the meaning of Kayla's response that was barely legible to the layman.

"I used to ask my brother for help to cover up my mischief in childhood. My very perfect brother has always been the best protector for me" Gilang said later. "Ever, when I was in school. I'm so stupid in chemistry. You know chemistry, right?" ask Gilang to Kayla, even though she knows Kayla will not answer at all.

"At that time the final semester exam of class XII, because my brother and I were almost similar, he I asked for help to enter the Chemistry exam class. Replace me and he wants to - just so long as I can graduate, hahaha!"

"And I didn't expect my paper exam that day to get a score of 90. Which is usually only 29 or at most 46! ahaha!" Gilang continued to chuckle considering his very unreasonable youth.

Although the lips chuckled greatly, but a pair of Gilang eyes continued to glance at Kayla's face again - again hiding a smile on her thin lips.

"And you know, because my Master was suspicious, finally called me into his office and asked to rework!" continued Gilang chuckled funny. "In my heart I said, it's been hard for my brother to be willing to wear the uniform he's left behind for so long, it turns out that what he's doing doesn't help me at all! ahaha!" Else is harder.

And what was told Gilang, it managed to pull further the corner of Kayla's lips that had been still at home tightly closed.

Of course Gilang was more satisfied with what he saw. A smile rose from her lips, especially for Kayla's smile.

"germ!" Gilang cleared his throat to end his laughter, after learning Kayla had an interest in a funny story.

' Okay... Pretty soon I'm gonna know you're really crazy, or just pretending... '

Mumbled in the heart.

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