The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
2.2 Still Laura

"Where is this aunt?" ask Naya. His eyes grew bigger looking at the tall building standing firmly in front. People in white clothes were seen pacing around in there.

"We're in the hospital, Nay. Don't you want to look at your dad?"

Naya's heart felt smashed by a hammer.

'What's this? Hospital, Dad, look. Is it not-don't he ....'

Naya gulps. He's got Laura's hand out the back. The girl began to doubt.

"It's okay. Come on, let's go in. Auntie sure she misses you. And you must be curious

with his face."

"But ...."

"Mrs ...." Laura held Naya's hand. Their eyes were clashing. "Please don't hate him too much. It's not her fault. It's all your mother's fault. Your mother is so good at hiding herself when if she claims that she loves her Aunt husband and Auntie will release Burhan. Just so you know, your mother's aunt is a good friend."

"Certainly so?" ask Naya. Her eyes examined Laura's expression to try to find the truth. She did not know Laura, but never met her mother either. It could be that what Laura said was true, but it did not rule out the possibility that her mother was the victim.

Laura nodded. She smiles. "Yes, let's go in. Actually the clock is over. Just aunty called the officer. So let's go greet him."

Naya and Laura arrive at the door of a hospital VVIP room.

Slowly Naya pushed the door and the smell of the typical hospital medicines penetrated the nose. Suddenly Naya trembled. But he still stepped closer to the bed in front of him. A man was severed peacefully. The man appeared to be sound asleep despite a breathing apparatus perched on his nose.

Dup-dup-dup-dup.

Naya's heart was like a war drum. I don't know, he doesn't know what he wants. The brain tells you to go, but the body steps forward.

Silent, Naya stared in front of Burhan's body lying down. Instantly old memories air in his head uninvited. It was crossed how difficult his childhood was always bullied friends just because he did not have a father.

Suddenly Naya chuckles blandly. He sat down on the chair there and looked at Burhan. His hair is gray with a thin mustache, on the chin has been overgrown with fine white feathers.

"Are you really my father?" ask Naya at last.

However, Naya chuckled again. "Why did you sleep when I came? Now I'm here. The child you ignore. Shouldn't you apologize? Wake up, make amends for your mistakes. Redeem the pain and loneliness you have given me and my mother. Don't die too easily. Come on get up, apologize to me."

Naya kept muttering. He cursed Burhan without tears. Strange, it feels nano-nano. He was angry at Burhan but felt pity at the same time.

Naya continued to babble and let out a vexation that she had been keeping tight before finally the sound of the door creaking resuscitated. Laura came in and was followed by several men dressed in black.

Swallowing her saliva, Naya stood up while looking at Laura who was walking over. "T-aunty, m-who are they?"

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