Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#54 Beautiful Plans
This man is now 20 years old. One year above me. He intends to get an ipda degree with a full four-year education*. It's not wrong that he heard about the man who killed his mother.
Four years have passed. I still don't like that angry attitude. Irritatingly.
“Gading, answer! Harianto, that's your father, right?!” hard held my collar by that Hendra guy.
“Hendra, calm down first,” Sari's efforts to calm Hendra is useless.
This house is so hot. Just because of the anger of Hendra who just knew the facts from his mother's partner. Funnier. Is that stupid until he finds out now?
Alright. I'll answer let him be happy, “Iya, right.”
Her eyes darken, “You know that my mother was killed by your father?”
“Yes,” is tiring to face people like this, “Then what do you want? This has nothing to do with me. Release me⏤Gah!”
Bemoan. I was shocked by the heat around my nose. He raised his fist with his grip still tightly on my collar.
What the fuck? Play hit as you like!
“Kak Hendra!” Nisa's still trying to shake off Hendra's grip.
Hendra added rampage, “Nisa, don't interfere!”
Sari is back, “Not so, Hendra. We can have a good discussion. It doesn't have to be this way.”
“How do I calm down?! My mother's killer is in front of my eyes! What I'm talking about is my mom! My mom!!” Hendra is getting angry.
Heh. He crazy.
I could be friends with this guy. I'm hanging out with these guys. To know what the ins and outs are about them. Not with them. Background, or my attempt to survive.
These people don't know.
It's so annoying. I didn't do anything to deserve the blow. I should have hit him because he likened me to that monster.
I have a blood relation to the culprit. Still don't want me to be likened to him. That father is not me.
Haha, I also know it's your mother. He talks like he's the only victim. The woman chose her own death. Not with me!
My soul and body are for me!
Immediately I grabbed the collar of the stupid man, “Then why?! My mom did too!”
Hendra's anger faded for a moment, “Your mother? What is..,”
“My mother, my two brothers, were all killed by my own father!” I smiled towards Hendra, “Who knows? Maybe I'm next.”
Silent, this room immediately became quiet.
The rude man stretched his grasp, “What does he mean..”.
“I mean, you just think of your mother, your mother, your mother. But I have to think about my life,” I don't want to stretch my fist on his collar, “I asked, is your father going to pull his gun if you don't obey?”
Hard gripping Hendra finally loose, “Your father, impossible.”
Just piss her off that face. Until I want to laugh, “Cube knows yes. Not everyone has a family like you. That stupid dad just wants money and play games. I just as a temporary place of great heritage.”
I think I'm gonna puke. That fact was shocking at the beginning, but I've known it for a long time. From the beginning of my position has been bad luck. I can't but accept it.
This bad luck, “He and his group always kill! Nothing is not red! There is no day without a scream! The night was just the sound of a gun or a whip! And I'm surviving among them!”
Heh. So tiring. Why am I telling these people about myself? How sad!
At first I thought this was just one of Day's games. If this is the case, I'm stuck in my own game. Hanging out with them wasn't a good thing from the first but I still stayed.
Somehow, it hurts. Haha, don't tell me I'm used to their warm state. Just because the atmosphere was similar to when I was with my brothers. So stupid.
“If my father killed your mother, I know nothing. Just find out for yourself,” I immediately threw away the collar, “I've been busy surviving. Don't bother me!”
Astounded. Falling sound. There was a lot of stuff strewn about when I realized where it came from. That, Hendra's sister.
The soul of that twelve-year-old child could be instantly broken. She must not have known anything about what happened to her mother. Plus he was abandoned at the age of four.
“No. It is impossible for Ivory sister to be so. Mom died in an accident, right? Brother and father said so,” his face is very depicting disbelief.
“It....,” Hendra couldn't talk in the middle of his panic.
Huh!! This atmosphere is not pleasant at all. Cheques are very felt. I don't want to spend the rest of my afternoon here. I came out through the door of his front house, without caring about the family tension in the house.
“Gading.”
Nisa, she's still stubborn. This woman has nothing to do with this problem. He still went in by himself.
“I want to go home.”
He held my step. Hah, she is indeed a stubborn woman.
Uh, face? Don't tell me she's crying, “We went to my orphanage first yuk. I want to treat your wound.”
Thinking for a moment. Again a long breath. I have to control myself.
At least until this woman is satisfied.
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That patio chair I don't want to sit on. His hand opened the bottle of antiseptic medicine he was carrying. My face he's treating. Once he stops worrying unclear, I'll leave.
“I can treat myself. Here is the cotton,” I stretched out my hand.
Her hands are out of my reach, “I know you're a doctor candidate, but you're the patient now. Let me treat.”
He poked the wet cotton slowly, “Sick?”
“No.”
A few moments of silence. Nisa seemed to be very serious about treating my injuries, but that expression on her face was bothering me.
“Gading, you don't papa right?”
Hm? That should be my question, “That treats you.”
“Not this!”
What's up again? He seemed to hesitate.
“We've known you for a long time, but I don't know you at all. You always close yourself. Although I also do not have the right to interfere,” he continued to treat, “ Not only me, brother Hendra and sister Sari decided to let you do this. But...”
Trouble. I shouldn't have been carried away by that emotion. I told you unnecessary. Nisa's acting weird.
“Gading, I'm here. You don't need to be afraid.”
Huh huh? What does that mean, “Why am I afraid?”
“Please be honest with your own feelings. When you told me at Hendra's house earlier, your voice was trembling.”
My voice? A tremble?
“I don't know anything. Ivory does not have to be a story either. But...,” suddenly he hugged my right hand tightly, “Gading know I like you? I want to stand by you. If you may, I want to go deeper into his life Gading.”
Be ill. Why does it hurt more than Hendra's punches?
“Do Not..,”
He held my cheek. Let me look into his eyes, “Gading, you're the one who said I was stubborn. I'm not going anywhere even if you forbid.”
Those eyes. Always succeeding stupefied me.
“What ivory will be like, I will accompany. Escape is also not papa,” he smiled brightly, “We can rent rent using my savings. I can help with work too. If you are still afraid, Ivory can change the name.”
Fleeing?! Where is the common sense?!
I stood up straight from sitting down, “Habur from a person has no heart so?! It's the same as looking dead!”
“Could be,” he immediately stood up. Pressed both of my cheeks and still smiling, “I bet, Ivory must have never tried.”
I quietly realized that. It is impossible to oppose that opinion. I always felt there was no way to escape, I didn't want to take any chances.
“We look together,” he pulled my face until our forehead touched, “If we can't, I will make everything can. Whatever Ivory can do is not afraid anymore, I will. Trust me, yeah?”
Hah, hahaha, only now can my tears come out. This must be what they call a sense of calm.
Both of my arms curled around the woman, “Iya.., I believe.”.
Supposedly, this is a wonderful escape plan.
*Police and length of education at the Police Academy (AKPOL). Idpa itself means Police Inspector Two.