
Azira breaks her arms to her father. He kissed both cheeks of his father to make Rama's heart warm.
"Yes Allah. It turned out that his happiness like this was smelled the same as his own flesh blood. Why do I miss every happy moment that I've wasted the opportunity to have them, O God?" the still sobbing of Rama.
"Dad. We go for a walk...! I want to eat Indonesian food..!" invite Azira who does not want to be a spectacle in that place even though the employees have been disbanded.
"Did your mother let you go with dad?" doubt Rama is afraid in Alea's omelin.
"I took my own father, not someone else. Why should mother be angry? Later Azira asked permission from the mother. The important thing is that we can take a walk. When will the same path come. Azira is still a child. You want to make up for the lost time between us?" asked Azira still as much as she pleased.
"Hmm..!" I want to love. But I only have a matic motor. That's ex. Azira wants to ride a motorcycle with dad?" rama asked sincerely mixed with shame. His smile looked very sincere to his daughter.
"It wasn't Dad's bike, it was our togetherness, which Azira wanted. Azira is also not on the bike. I could feel the breeze. The important thing is that Azira wants to feel the feeling of being loved by her biological father..hiks ..hiks ...!" there was a large chunk of rock as if still piercing the chest of Azira saw the helplessness of his father at this time.
"The motor is in the parking lot in the basement. You just wait here...! Let me get the bike first..!" rama said so excitedly to his daughter who nodded obediently.
"Hm!"
Rama went down through the emergency stairs because it was only one floor different from the lobby. While Azira sent a short message to Alea.
"Mother. Azira wants to go for a walk with dad. Can ya?" azira's writing.
"May darling. Just don't stay at dad's house. Wear a mask and goggles so people don't recognize you" Alea replied.
"Thank you mother. Azira loved the mother," Azira replied while saying hello.
Not long after, Rama had come with his bike. He was confused as well because he had no helmet for his daughter.
"We bought a helmet in front of Dad...! Afraid of police. Later we can get a police ticket," Azira asked.
Rama smiled and nodded happily. Both left the Abrar company. Azira bought a helmet that was sold on the side of the road. Rama was so sad to not be able to buy a helmet for his daughter. Azira chose a red helmet. The two continue their journey.
Azira wrapped her arms around her father's stomach. Rama rubbed the back of his daughter's soft hand. It's happier to be piggybacking on his daughter than a girlfriend. It feels so different and feels so sweet.
"Where are we going, baby?" ask Rama.
"You eat hodgepodge and chicken satay!" azira Pinta.
"All right we go there" said Rama increase the speed of the motorbike.
Within a few minutes they were already in a food stall that provided some typical Indonesian culinary. Both are looking for a comfortable seat with a little away from the visitors of the culinary store. Azira takes out her ATM and gives it to her father.
"Dad...! Please accept this card. And don't reject it. Use according to father's needs. It's Azira's own money. Azira's own sweat results," said Azira while thrusting his card at the father.
"No dear. Don't do that....!" rama was so ashamed to see the kindness of his daughter.
Not long after their order was served by the waiter. Rama thrust his daughter's hodgepodge that is not too spicy. The waiter paid after making sure both orders were complete. The two spoke again because they were stopped by the arrival of the maid. The two began to enjoy their meal.
Rama almost choked on hearing his daughter's words. He lifted his face as if he could not believe what his daughter was saying.
"What do you mean, baby?" rama asked to confirm what he had just heard.
"Actually, Brother Abrar wants you to be CEO of a former company. Or you can choose another company that is in several cities that you like. All the companies owned by the father have been taken over by Abrar using a pseudonym," Azira continued.
Rama was stunned to hear his daughter's confession. Between pride and shame and confusion come together. How his son's genius was able to kick him from his own company which he had been pioneering with great difficulty.
"I'm sorry dad. I do not want to accept your kindness. All this time I've been evil to all of you," said Rama sounding soft.
"If you refuse him, Abrar hates you even more. C'mon dad...! We started everything from the beginning..!" pinta Azira half forced.
"Dad deserves to be hated by Abrar and this, I can't take this card. I want to make money my own way. I want to feel how to live by scavenging the wind from below. That way you can become a grateful human being. Father wants to atone for the sins of father, son," said Rama firmly.
"But dad. Think of the health of grandparents. They also need money for medicine and food to survive. At least keep this ATM card so that someday you can use it for something very important..!" pinta Azira who did not want to give up.
"Get rid of father's prestige...! Azira still needs a father. Do you want to lead the Azira company in New York? Azira also has his own company and hospital," Azira bargained again to make Rama stunned.
"God's Masya. How could it be that dear all of you had the company at such an early age as now?" asked Rama in amazement.
"We are his genius sons. Whatever we can do in order to be independent and useful for others," said Azira enthusiastically.
Rama's heart was again slapped knowing how great his heart was. If only he had not followed his passions, maybe he was the happiest father to have children who could potentially make money and make him proud.
Maybe everything was wasted. It's time he had to fix himself up before death to pick him up someday.
"Thank you for the offer, baby. Thank you for caring for my beautiful daughter. Sorry father..! But, you want to make your own money with your ability. Dad will take this card of yours," said Rama appreciates the gift of his daughter even though he may not use it.
"Thank you dad. His PIN number combined our date of birth and father's. That way I remember both of our birthdays. By the way, what do you want to do, Dad?" ask Azira.
"You opened a bike repair shop near my father's contract. That way you can keep an eye on your grandparents because they are sick now" Rama said.
"Why not just go to the hospital, dad? You can use that ATM card," asked Azira.
"Don't spoil your grandmother with money....! He will not learn to appreciate life and remember the afterlife if money is still attached to his brain. Let's just buy medicine and check into the puskesmas," said Rama.
"Alright dad. It's up to me," said Azira finally succumbed.
The two ended up finishing their meal and wanted to continue their adventure again.
"Where else are we going?" rama asked his daughter.
"Father's relationship in Dufan. We're playing on the rides, dad..! Anyway, today, Azira wants to enjoy time with her father during this week in Indonesia because Azira has to return to New York because she has to take care of Azira's company" Azira said.
"Ok darling. Who's afraid..!" binar Rama's.. For a moment, Rama forgot about his life. He wants to make his daughter happy.