TITISAN MY DAUGHTER
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In the deepest part of Dara's heart feel calm hugged Anggara. He feels peaceful. However, he was worried Anggara would turn away and leave him because of his dire circumstances. He realized who he was that was starting to show authenticity. It was explained by the spirit.

"Papa," he said as Anggara thought of Shabita.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Cold," he lamented. Anggara immediately grabbed a jacket that was deliberately placed in the car drawer and then dara covered.

"It's late at night, son. Mama must be waiting for us" said Anggara softly.

"I'm scared!"

"Why afraid?"

Mama would be mad if she knew I had changed. He would hate me as much as my real father. "Mama must be mad for coming home too late, '" she lied.

"There's papa, baby. He won't be angry."

"But-"

"It's night. You need to rest." Anggara won't listen. He got bored in the car. Just the two with Dara. He started the engine and then drove.

"Papa, if I wasn't like this. I'm turning into someone else, what, Papa still loves me?"

Anggara did not answer. He only glanced at a glance then his mind glared back about the past events. He knew what Dara meant. It becomes like when it was born. "Whatever it is, you're still papa's son."

Dara looked at Anggara. He is still not sure even though Anggara shows his concern because so far Anggara looks forced to approach.

***

Shabita waited, she heard the sound of a car outside. Shabita opened the door immediately. Dara got out of the car with Anggara.

"Why him?" shabita asked worriedly.

"Become, rest there." Anggara pushed Dara slowly.

"Why did you come home so late?"

Anggara looked at Dara who was now into her room. "The motor broke down in the middle of the road. He walked into the workshop then took shelter as it rained under the tree."

"Why is the phone not active?" chase Shabita when Anggara takes off his shirt.

"Because the rain's broken."

Shabita was silent, she felt something was wrong with her daughter. "You lied, right?"

Anggara looked at Shabita, he approached. "He's sick, Ma. You want to love."

"illness?"

"I'm gonna take a shower first." Anggara avoids Shabita.

Feeling unsatisfied Shabita then to Dara's room. He saw Dara watching his neck.

"Mama?!" He immediately closed his neck and stood up.

"Aren't you papa?" shabita asked as she rubbed Dara's cheek.

"No, Ma. Dara's healthy, really."

"If there's anything to say, son. Do not be self-serving" he asked.

"Why did you say that?"

Dara didn't explain it was just stuffy. Makes Shabita confused over Dara's attitude to her.

***

In the dream Dara saw himself attacking Anggara, then Shabita was about to finish him with a sword. "Don't, Mama!" his yell. He's waking up soon. Cold sweat flooded his entire body. He cried fearing Shabita's death.

"What's up?!" ask Anggara to panic.

Dara cried, she signaled for Anggara to embrace her. Anggara immediately embraced then gently rubbed Dara's hair. "I'm scared, Pa!" his sobs. I don't know why he keeps dreaming like that. While he feels safe with Anggara. Memory when the baby again teased when a teenager.

"What dream are you, what dream?"

Dara is confused to explain to Anggara. He could not tell her about his dream, nor did he know if it was true.

"Now you sleep, yes. Don't think of anything." Anggara immediately enveloped Dara.

He kissed Dara's forehead, until this girl was closed then he left. However, just as she was about to move away Dara grabbed her hand.

"Papa, Dara's scared. Accompany Dara!" her door.

"All right," answered Anggara. He lay next to his daughter.

Dara clasped Anggara's hand, fearing Anggara left her as she slept. When the clock shows at 02:00, Anggara's hand suddenly shakes. He woke up and looked at his hand. Not him but Dara who is now being shaken violently.

"Become! Dara!" Anggara panic. He immediately sat down and turned on the table lamp next to the bed. "Become!" Anggara tried to wake this girl up. "Did?!" He was surprised when he saw Dara's neck suffered scratches that were getting longer and longer. Blood is coming out of there. "Become, wake up, son! Get up!" Anggara confusion. He's looking for something. A towel hanging behind the door was immediately grabbed. He tied Dara's neck with it. While reading the prayer he cried watching his daughter now struggling to hold her back from her neck. Dara's eyes open. Aggara jerked, the eyes lit up and then the fangs began to extend. "Become!" Anggara tried to revive her by embracing Dara. He gently rubbed Dara's hair. "Conscious, Son. It's papa. Get up quick."

"Hihihi..," Dara's laughter sounded. Anggara. However, he will not let go of Dara who is now looking at him with a creepy face. "Take me off! I'm hungry, I want to eat!" However, Anggara did not allow.

"Become, wake!" snapped it.

"What are you guys doing?" shabita asked suddenly. Along with that Dara fell asleep again. It droops. "Why is he, why are you calling him?" Shabita.

Anggara immediately enveloped Dara. He immediately put out the lights. "He's dreaming. I had to wake her up." Anggara. He smiled at Shabita.

"Oh, I thought you were going to sleep here."

"He's scared, baby."

"From what?"

Do I have to tell her about it, while Dara is afraid of her? Anggara must find another way to divert Shabita's suspicions. "We're ahead. I'll tell you everything."

Shabita. He listened while sitting on the sofa. Anggara only told about the events kidnapped Dara, but he hid the reality earlier. "Why not say? Why should be silent? I didn't expect Dara to be so lucky."

"But it's past. I'll find no more victims" Anggara explained.

"I'll see him."

"Don't! He just got some sleep. It's better tomorrow," Anggara said as Shabita looked in wonder at her.

"But I'm worried. I just want to see it."

"Tomorrow, yes," persuaded Anggara. "It's morning."

"Okay" Shabita replied. He went back to the room.

Anggara sitting in the living room. He could not close his eyes even though he was very sleepy. She was worried that Dara would become like her mother.