Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#24 Inner Fear

Back me on the pop-up that's lacking the end. The little elf several times appeared along with the clothes from the pink flower petals. It looks like it's floating around with a fairy magic wand no bigger than the index finger.

I had hoped that the little elf would come to me and offer me the same deal as the one in the story. Isn't that a sweet wishful thought?

Weary. I wanted to rest my eyes, but the drowsiness did not come. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe think about how big the danger is in this house, think about the mess I have in my own mind, or think about this guy.

What the hell am I thinking? Why am I worried about the man who has put me in danger?

“Hhh!”

Eh? What is that sound?

Rizki... He's delirious huh? His head continued to shake itself, looking unaccepting. His hands were clenched and his body kept in contact even though there was no restraining. What sleeping flowers did he receive that felt so miserable?

“Hah, huh!” indecisive delirium accompanied the expression of wanting to cry, “Eh ha!” he was unconscious from his sleep.

My reflexes instantly lay me down and pretended to be asleep.

Aye? I again did not understand the channel that went into the nerves of my brain. Could it be that I am afraid of Rizki—what am I afraid of?! She should have felt guilty and uncomfortable finding me sleeping in her room. Gaa aaaargh, bodo ah!

I can listen to the book that's closed. It felt like a warm cloth was covering my body. Elusan, who was used to it, carried a picture of her face on my head without the need for me to open my eyes. That guy doesn't know that I'm pretending to be asleep, right?

The movements that felt made faint could still be conveyed from my entire body that was shaken slowly. My eyelids tell me that the light is off. The sound of the door without a second voice followed, making the assumption he was not closed properly.

My eyes opened and stood up. The question is, why did he come out? He should know better than anyone else that he needs a lot of rest. Don't tell me he wants to go back to work this blind morning?

My feet touched the tiles that were getting cold. The door gave me a gap for me past—Ah! I hid my body back in. It was shocking to find his figure in front of a wall full of picture frames. Why is he standing there?

Faintly in the dark I saw Rizki raising her hand and touching one of the photos.

“Hai Nisa's. You're fine with Riza over there, right?”

Unable to respond. It's sad and horrible to see. Why is he talking to himself like that? It's official, he's gone crazy.

“Rasyi has become more like you. Stubborn, can not be denied,” his smile that wants to laugh it looks sad to see, “Beyond sweet but inside bermaki.”

Heh? Heh?! Has she realized all this time that I've been humbling her behind my sweet attitude toward her? How-how?!

That's not the problem! This man—jam three nights even talk to photos! Especially talking about me! No! He really needs a break! Must, now, ASAP! Whether or not I want to force her to sleep!

“While I already want to take him to the orphanage,” the sentence froze my steps that want to approach.

Haaah…. Until now, he still did not forget the problem of dumping me in the orphanage. I think once rotten people will stay that way. It's painful.

“Do not get angry. You also know it's the best decision. People can be safe if they are far from trouble. If Rasyi doesn't know, he can be safe.”

Heh?

“You're right, Nis. There's no way I can take my own son off to the orphanage. I'm also looking for another way.”

I'm speechless. Could I have misunderstood all this time?

Rizki was embroiled in a conflict that I had no idea what it was before I was born as a Rasyiqa. I'm sure he already has at least one or two plans to untie the rope. I knew it without me knowing.

But I didn't expect Rizki to think about dumping me into the orphanage for my safety. It's not because he doesn't like me next to him.

Eh? Why did I choose to be in this house from the beginning? Just because he believes he must have a plan? A timing?

“You know, Nis? Now Rasyi is beautiful, smart,” she took her breath for a moment, “Too responsive.”

This man is holding his face. Sighing in annoyance sayup-sayup sounded.

“He knows what happened. Rasyi was a child, but she had a trauma. If I told you all—no... Rasyi can't know!” her hands are clenched, “What should I do, Nisa? I don't want to send her to the parlor. But...”

Sobs filled the dimly lit large space. Stick me tighter to the door frame. Another storm has swept through my body. New ‘nutrisi’ recharge I know exists,

I've been living with this man for five years. Even though I always accuse him, I always blame him for his attitude and existence. I always thought that our relationship was just two adjoining spaces but it had a thick wall between us. The reality…

Stupid me! Obviously I was the one who was making things difficult for him. It was clinging onto her, forcing her to tell stories. He knew I would be scared. He knows I'm just a big coward.

If I go to the parlor from the beginning, everything will be right. But why could I not even intend to do it? Wh why? 

“Sorry Nisa. Sorry,” again his voice muttered, “Sorry..

Whahuh?

“You can hate me, Nis. If you look at Rasyi now, you will also want to take her away. Won't I let him be more afraid.”

Don'tdon't. Pl-please…

“There is no other way. It must be like this, so that Rasyi is safe⏤”

“Do not!” I've been standing away from the door.

Cold hit my cheeks. His flowing movements gave me the guess that I was crying again. But why? Is it because I heard Rizki talking to herself that she was going to throw me into an orphanage? Isn't this the best? It's not a big thing. She also has experience living there.

Wh why? Why am I afraid like this? 

“Rasyi won't ask again. Rasyi apologized..” the remark was smooth as it was written in the script. Like I've been memorizing it out of my head.

It was a clear face that was not because of it. He was surprised to see his son awake. His mouth was open and closed without a sound. It was like the vibrations were eating away at his vocal cords.

Rizki's disheveled face was getting closer. Bending her knees in front of me, “Rasyi⏤”

“Rasyi won't be naughty anymore! Rasyi must have been with papa! Rasyi won't make papa hard!” I let the clear liquid pass through my cheek while my mouth was chattering out of nowhere, “But Rasyi won't go to the orphanage!!”

Is this what I'm afraid of? Have I been afraid of living without this man in front of me? Was it that I was afraid of losing the figure of papa that Sekar never felt?

In the end I can find out what I want to say, “Please..” I fixed his black eyes, “Please do not throw Rasyi..”.

His eyes were clear. Without any further delay, he struck me with his warm embrace. Now her body vibrations are running through my skin. Slowly he pulled me closer until I sat in the grooves of his legs.

“No, Rasyi. No. gabe. Don't say that,” his face feels sinking on my shoulder, “Sorry. Excuse me. Rasyi must be scared. Sorry.”

I guess I didn't expect anything from the old man after feeling the abandonment of Sekar's parents. I still crave it. Then when Rasyi got it, I subconsciously did not want to let go.

Uh. Warm. Comfortable. My eyes are eager to enjoy it and rest.