Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#21 ‘Dia’
“Uno!” these people casually play cards while eating dinner.
A table full of all sorts of things. Chairs for various needs. It is considered like a home and attracts people's views. His commotion even covered the cries of Drop Tower passengers right in front of the cafe.
However, to my question, why am I here?
“Rasyiqa don't like ice cream?” a man sitting next to me started a conversation.
I was in one of the cafe chairs. In front of me was provided a large bowl of ice cream various flavors, complete with various kinds of chocolate topping. Does he intend to pay for my crepes that are brazenly swallowed by his friends?
No, thanks. “Gigi Rasyi hole. Can't eat sweet.”
“Oh, How?” he pushed that big bowl towards his friends, “Sorry yes, Grandpa doesn't know.”
Who are you trying to fool? With that face, Sekar could have thought your mother. How about you show some courtesy to this older fellow? I am thirty years old!
If there was a way to convey it without being considered crazy.
“You try this?” one person sitting next to me held out a cigarette?!
Huh huh? You crazy?! Want to kill me or what?!
Answer good child may... “Can't smoke! Rasyi once read in a book, he said the cigarette made the lungs hurt. Later die loh.”
His face seemed to be unaccepting. Yes, you can die! That's why horrified!
“Phht!” man's voice⏤ “Hahahaha!!”
Wh why? Whyyy?!
This man calmed himself from his laughter, “Life Rasyiqa how much?”
Suddenly laughed and asked random things. He's not going crazy, is he? “Five.”
He thought for a moment. Then he reached out to the menu book, “Es cream earlier, Sunday Rainbow Brown Deep. How much does it cost?”
Question what else is this? You stress that you paid a lot for that ice cream and with this stupid kid didn't eat it?
How much does it cost? “56 thousand rupiah...,” expensive!
Don't tell me he bought me so many things that I paid him back with so many times the interest on the loan! No right?!
However, he couldn't possibly lie about knowing me. The fact is he knows my name. Then how about I ask him to help me find Rizki and the guys? Yeah, at least take me to the information center.
How do I call him? “Em...” just go, “Anu, Rasyi go to papa.”
He kept silent for a moment. I don't know why I can feel the cold from him. The smile took over again, “Rasyiqa do not want to play with grandpa?”
Hmmmm…. How do I say it yes? We just met. I also knew my father and my mother was an orphan. This clever Rasyiqa can't possibly believe that you're my grandfather.
Maybe I can persuade a little, “But Rasyiqa wants to play with papa too.”
My gaze at his smile changed little by little to be terrifying. His hand quickly patted my head⏤aw hurts! He was patting or hitting anyway?!
“New also briefly. Time to go home?” he lowered his face to the line of my eyes, “Grandfather's company until he finished eating first.”
What the fuck? What is this mood? Why is my body shivering? His eyes will eat me anytime.
Right, it's not the wrong alarm. Shaking when I met him was right out of fear. They're not just as stubborn as they look, but they're dangerous.
Fear not! There's a lot of people around here. I have to get away from these people, whoever they are.
“No want!” yelling at me to stop their movement. I'm down at my chair, “Rasyi want to go⏤Aaa!” A grip pulled me back.
Can I see it looking at me sharply, “Rasyiqa where are you going?” his smile was still there but….
My body shook violently, “Ra... Rasyi...,” his grip back tightened, “Aaa!”
“Where?” he tightened his grip again.
It hurts, my hand feels like it's going to break. My tears were uncontrollable, but my voice was stifled. Either because of illness or because his inexplicable face frightened him. My brain can't spin around other than throwing a face away.
The grip it took off. His wide palms pressed down on both of my cheeks. Forcing my face to face him. That smile could be carried away to my nightmares. Even the pain in my face can't remove it.
“Rasyiqa wants to play with grandpa right?” his whispering voice was so close that my heartbeat was no longer regular, “Yes right?”
My breath gasping. I could not feel my whole body other than the trembling that struck. Hope he let go of his hand by nodding what was asked.
He smiled normally, “Thank you Rasyiqa,” released a grip on my face and immediately patted my head again hard.
My other hand was pulled back. Raised my body and reached his lap. His embrace and grip on my shoulder was very painful.
The changing atmosphere around made me aware. The watchful throw from his friends burned my eyes. As if giving me a warning not to mess around.
Huh. I'm having trouble breathing.
“Bang!” the voice of one person on the left side in front of me.
The man's hand is seen picking up an old phone that is rarely used. I don't know what he's doing with that phone behind my back. However, he did not even stretch the grip on my shoulder.
Talk to who is he?
“Duh~ Rasyiqa is just having dinner with me at the cafe. I don't know what the name of the cafe is,” he laughed a little, “Iya, ya~ I'll mess with Rasyiqa too. Yes already, dah~”
I could see at a glance everyone around me was silent even though it was noisier. Instead, I could feel ice right at the nape of my neck. It felt increasingly cold following the increasingly night.
This guy switched playing my hair, “Rasyiqa is similar to Nisa yes,”
She... know mama?
“So remember,” the man showed his face on my left. As if he wanted to whisper something, “he was once willing to be beaten to meet your papa.”
Huh huh?
“Kids to the spirit. Good thing she's not dead,” she's still playing my hair, “She's stubborn anyway. My wife did too. It's a pity she's so to death.”
Shaking great again. Her pregnancy feels hot. My eyes that were glued straight ahead swayed as my face was again forced to look at him.
“Rasyiqa is not stubborn so right?” the face came back again.
My cries continued to be restrained, but not with the numbness that covered the work of my entire body. One thing appeared in my brain that was still blocked. People we fear. The figure referred to as ‘dia’. The person who should be behind bars.
He clasped my shoulder again strong, “So good boy and wait here ya.”
The man stood up and put me down to sit in his own chair. He left with his friends. The sound of the tread disappearing was covered by the sound of the crowd.
My tears started to flow. I bit my lower lip to hold it in, though it didn't help much.
“Dek? You're not papa?” servant sister? “Why deck?” he extended a hand.
I walked away until I fell out of the chair. Don't come any closer....
“Why?”
“Nih son of those thugs right?”
“She was flanked by them?”
“Past beaten tuh.”
“You're not papa, deck?”
“Fear ya?”
Be quiet! This is none of your business! You are just strangers!
“Aaaa!”
“Nak? Where's your parents?”
“Kasian.”
“Yeee!”
My eyes. Ears buzzing. Too many, too many! Please, quiet!!
“Waa!”
Prok! Prok!
Tap tap tap!
“Kyaaaa!”
“Dek, don't cry.”
“Why him?”
“Hahaha!”
“Waaah!”
“AAAA!”
Dor's! Dor's!
Stopit! Be quiet! SHUTUP!!
“Rasyi!” my ears can catch familiar sounds.
A warm hug came upon me. I could see someone hugging it. The drops of tears started rushing again sliding uncontrollably.
Kubalas. Feel an incredible yearning with her body odor, “Haaaaaa!!”
Papa, I'm scared.
