Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#11 Fairy Tales and Fear
I realized that I was an ordinary baby who had to be patient. Because I can't do anything but speak baby language that the official dictionary never released. Silence is the only thing a smart baby can do. Especially in the awkward circumstances that make my mouth sour.
Your nose! I should shut up?! Sitting sweetly waiting for your daydreaming schedule to finish?! I'd better play alone with the bees out there in the park! Foolish time even that bee will think of me as honey and take me to her hive!
“Pappa!” my neck bent slightly back looking at the fresh-faced man. His daydreams still took him far away even though I was clearly on his lap.
Aaa~~AAA! Tired~ My eyes are heavy~ It's past my bedtime! Why is papa even ‘tidur’?!
BUCK!!
“Pappa!!” both of my hands patted the thick book with the blank page still lying on my lap.
“Heh?” the daydream finally got me interrupted, “Ah. Come... sleep.” he put his hand close at the end of the book trying to cover it.
Uh! Just yummy! Do I want to sleep while the bedtime story I heard ends up hanging crazy?
“Nda au!” I screamed to keep the book open.
“Why?” his eyes looked at my sight.
Nah! I don't accept it! There must be some continuation, right?! It can't be over, right?! Where is the story of the children ending up with her Queen being impaled and her condition still a question mark?!
“Ecca! Ecca!” Read it! I don't want an ending that hangs like that!
“Hah?” he looked at me confused.
‘Hah? Huh huh? Huh uh?! Hah hah huh?!’ I said read!! “Ecca ecca ecca! Ecca henchmen a!”
His eyes watching me look thoughtful, “Read... The continuation?”.
I nodded with my long-swept mouth. His eyes back up. Really? You'll be so again?! Tired of not seeing that face of yours!
Suddenly a small grin was seen in his mouth. Aaa... Alright. He's gone crazy.
“Continue?” he stared at the book, “you mean Queen? Yes obviously die.”
…
Ah... Yeah.well. That was obvious. Yes... it is clear~
Hixes. I am saddened to have a father who has no feelings for his son. Where is there a fairy tale of children who end the death of the queen so?!
The jangaan! Don't just do it! The ending is worse, you know! Continue on! Got to! Compulsory! There must be a continuation!
“Ellus? A antuan?!” Continues to? Next one?!
“Keep...,” she fell silent again, “Princess born.”
Oh~? The queen managed to survive until her daughter was born huh? At least he could be happy at the end of his life.
But...why do I feel that something is awkward? Rizki doesn't make up stories. Dia...—
“Not knowing it's good or bad news. To be sure, the King had no intention of meeting his daughter that.”
My throat was very dry when I tried to swallow my saliva. The reality is very clearly visible in my eyes and ears. The story is based on the story of the little Rasyi family.
Why was I unconscious from the beginning? The first son who died. The queen followed. The born princess. The indifferent king. The story is not finished yet..that's because that makes you die first right? Who else, that's my mom.
Rizki should have daydreamed from earlier. Looking at this book was the same as seeing the day that his wife made every piece of paper into a sweet craft like this.
Heh. Very inconvenient. This family is too complex. Just kill me and give birth to me in another family. What good is family if it feels like nothing?
“But...” Rizki hand suddenly holds her head on the handle of the sofa, “... The princess is stubborn just like the Queen. The king became confused as well as calm.”
I just stared at the face she made on a level with me. I think I'm too dazed to say what. Before this, he had also called me stubborn, right?
The guess to work this hard never crossed me. I want to be a mediocre baby. A sweet baby who obeys what his parents say. No need to be great, no need to be smart. That's enough. No need to struggle to learn like this.
“Wa~ Great miss~” aunty keeps praising me.
Whaties? All I'm drawing is a circular line. Scribbles are meaningless. O my hands, grow and mature me! It's not good to not be able to communicate like this. It feels so helpless.
“Nona~!” another aunt's appeal approached us, “aibi bring new crayon loh~”
Huh... They were immediately excited as I started trying to doodle on the paper. So obnoxious. I just want to practice drawing. Even if Sekar can't draw, at least I want to draw as clearly as possible.
Just focus on training. Listening to their furore couldn't make me thrive. I tried to draw someone's face. Can not ya~?
Some irregular lines and circles eventually stop with only vague streaks. At least his eyes are understandable, right? Aye right?
“Bbi! Bbi sure! Oba ebbat Achi aembal appa?” Auntie! Aunt maid! Guess what Rasyi picture?
“Waht it~”
That doesn't help.
“What is it?”
Ah... papa comes~
“Are you trying to draw yourself?” ask papa.
Ah... At least he understands that this is someone's face. It's up to him to think of it as my face—
“Same ugly.” Further.
AAAA!! Can you say I'm ugly as long as I look like you?! That means you are ugly too!! Who do you think I copied the face from?! You are! You!!
“Pa! Pappa pappa pappa!” I shouted pointing at my picture.
He laughed thinly. From her rare smile, I knew she just wanted to prank me. Papa's outrageous! Did you really have a child before? You should know it's not like it's treating a child!
Why is he always cruel to me whenever I want to do something good? Just preparing, I regretted doing it. Huh!
TRIIIG!!
The phone voice lifted back up. Lately that phone has been working too much. Rizki gets busier from her busy days. Sometimes confine yourself in a room full of books. Sometimes he was in a hurry to go to the hospital. It was as if he was intentionally busying himself.
It's not my part to interfere anyway. His daily grind was to bring to life me, the aunts and uncles he hired. As long as he behaves like a father, there is nothing for me to protest.
In retrospect, I never heard anything about the group that was after me. I don't think they want to talk about it in front of me. I'm starting to worry that I'm actually scared of something that doesn't mean—but I'm pretty sure they're serious about it.
“M-m-sorry sir, to-please don't shout,” said the maid's aunt to the person across there, “iya.... but if the address.... sorry!”.
Heh? Who the hell was on that phone? Aunt maid up so scared like that. Rizki looks disturbed. He stood up and approached her.
He took the phone directly, “Halo?”
His eyes are wide open. Surprised for what. Strikes hard his hand slammed quickly put the phone handle to where it was. In less than a second, his left hand pulled out the phone.
“Unplug all home phones.” Rizki's sweating coldly.
Aunt still confused, “For what tu—”
“Now!” rizki's anger echoes making aunt run fast.
Why is he scared like that?
