Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#41 The Missing Image
The car roared smoothly forward its engine. The road welcomes a bright series of morning stars that begin to welcome noon. All sorts of infinite views of color spoil the eyes that are not interested.
The smooth flow of the highway took us on a journey of over an hour. Even further away from my school which does take time to arrive. And this time our goal was very unpleasant.
Getting deeper, until you find new corners of other people's complexes. This area, I've seen it.
Stop the car in a parking lot that is quite spacious but quiet, “Until. Come down,” Rizki deftly turn off the car engine.
The door opened when we were ready. Embracing papa's hand became my habit at the beginning to ‘medan war’. I don't think I need to worry too much since I haven't seen anyone but a few motorized vehicles passing by.
Nothing is unique. There's nothing wrong. It was like a funeral basically. Hundreds of lined headstones were not a convenient thing to look at. And papa was leading me to one of them while carrying a packet of flowers.
We stopped in front of a normal tomb. Papa moved my hand on his shoulder as he tried to squat. I could feel his shoulders shaking. Curious I was to research his headstone….
Huh huh? Wh why? Didn't the grandfather do it?
It's tomb..⏤Breathe, breathe. Hold shakes. Hold hands.
“Rasyi?”
I immediately pulled out my hand that had been touched by him. I don't know why I wanted to run away.
This really shakes. Name on his headstone.., sekar.
“Rasyi, why?”
“Aa!” I felt panic all over my body as I hit someone behind me.
I turned myself quickly to face whoever was back there. Retreated without peeking but I could feel my body weakening. A pair of hands from the person in front were holding me back. My panic reflex brought my eyes to check it out.
Ah.., he's Aaron's father.
“Rasyiqa? Rasyiqa not papa?” dad was confused.
“Rasyi,” a hand behind me clasping my upper arm. Papa voice, “Why, hmm?”
Heh. Breathe, Rasyi. Breathes. Don't freak.
I turned my body to face Rizki. Hugging her slowly tried to ease the work of my screaming heart.
For a moment I felt my body grow heavy. Uh. My eyes are tired by themselves.
“Rasyi!” papa's voice along with the strengthening of the grasp held my body. Some pats felt on my cheek, “Rasyi, Rasyi.”
“Em!” little by little I dug into my consciousness as if to leave.
Conscious, Rasyi. Calm.
“Just take a break to the hut,” the voice of the man behind me, “Ayo.”
“Iya,” Rizki started her steps leading my almost fallen body.
Papa's gentle firm grip gave me calm, helping to gather my consciousness. Until we finally passed back the same route before. A simple building for shelter.
Papa sat me near one of the poles in the gazebo with the concept of ‘lesehan’. Leaning to the pole is in line with the self that is not yet powered.
Rizki was sitting like I was in bed. His hands deftly checked the variety he could. Maybe he wanted to make sure I was okay.
“This, drink first.”
“Rasyi, drink a little huh?” papa's voice accompanied by my faint gaze that caught his worried face.
He helped me drink water from his bottle. My subconscious was pulled back slowly and surely to appear on the surface. Until finally the skin wrinkles that squint the eyes can be folded fully on it.
The father of Aaron is approaching, “Rasyiqa is not papa right?”
“Fortunately,” papa stroked my forehead until my hair, “Thank you.”
Heh. It seems like the tension in my body I can already control.
Hand touch fingered the surface of my shoulder, “Rasyi, if it is not strong, we can go home now.”
Waitaminute! We have a lot to talk about here! You said you killed the owner of the tomb. It was me and I don't even remember anything about my death.
“Don't, wait,” I shook my head weakly, “Rasyi wants to know about.., he.” I turned my head slowly towards the tomb earlier.
Rizki was very confused. But resigned in my posture seems to be telling something.
“The Name of Sekar Melati Flower. Orphan, died at the age of 25. It happened two years before you were born. Papa accidentally met him on the street.”
Rizki subtly pointed at Aaron's father, “He was also Sekar's coworker first.”
Huh huh? Wait for. It's the same sekar as I used to be, right? Why can't I remember anything about him or the others?
“But I was surprised it turns out the doctor wanted to visit here,” this man started a conversation.
Papa looked outside the face of his interlocutor. Beyond the suspicion that his face even paled, “I will indeed have an obligation for it.”
This man smiled uninspiredly, “No need to bother. If you force it here until it hurts, it's better not to. Should have had a lot of rest.”
“... discharged... right? Lots of rest.”
“Ah!” lt hurts!
My brain works hard. The picture quickly turned back. My head is squeezed! It feels like it's breaking! Stopit!
Slowly my headache subsided. Staring at the clothes covering my face. This self finds the father figure of Aaron. Slowly, little by little, remembering.
“... Brother,” muttered softly my voice, “... Aldi?”
She smiled sweetly, “Iya?”
Right, I know him. In reality, he is the person I like as Sekar.
Papa holds my face, “Rasyi, let's go home.”
“Wait!” not enough! I have to remember all the reasons why Sekar died! “What happens until Sekar dies?”
Rizki. His face was still pale, though not clearly visible. I hesitated to cover him again.
He took a deep breath, “Sekar died of papa, shot. He was in a coma for more than 7 months and could not survive after.”
Is that like that? Wasn't it! Not wrong, but there is less. There's still no sign I remember it. But I don't know why I'm sure Rizki didn't kill him in some sense. Something's up.
“Has it?” Rizki suddenly stood up, “Let's go home.”
I hold his hand, “Pa, wait.”
“Rasyi, let's go home,” his face is getting paled.
Shaking all over his hand. Why can I forget?
I realized Rizki wasn't a vile man who could kill. If true, surely this discussion is not a conversation like just asking the news.
However, I also deserve to know as Sekar. Aye right?
“Ehem,” uncle Aldi broke this chilly ice chunk, “Mumpung Rasyiqa here, how about a short stop at Aaron's house?”
He is still as good as I can remember a little. No, it's my business as a Rasyi. I have no reason whatsoever to link the life of Sekar. Don'tdon't.
“No, uncle. Thank you,” I smile as much as I can.
“Ya already, we go home right?” Papa pulled my hand slowly until I stood up, “We first.”
Aldi smiled, “Please. Careful.”
We walked back to the gate that opened a little. Papa took my hand to the parking lot where our car stopped. Sit in the front seat and start the engine.
My breath is upset. What am I here for? Hurt my own soul?
“What does it mean papa brought Rasyi here?”
He was silent for a moment, “Sorry, your papa is a coward.”
Just to accompany him? Well. I can't blame him. Until now I did not dare to face the family or the tomb of Jagad. Doing this takes great courage.
“But there's one thing,” he's back talking, “Papa can't keep this up. This is how it is, inevitably it must be accepted. Everything has to be faced,” he tilts his head, “We are the same right?”
Haha.., papa always knows how to help me resolve conflicts within myself. However, even though I knew and agreed, the truth was that it was too cruel to accept.
Can't make peace with Rasyi's mistakes. Even now I cannot be at peace on the death of Sekar. What is the point of reincarnating like this?
The car drove smoothly. As my thoughts drifted toward the blue sky whose blue calm was envious.
Hm? My phone's beeping. Chat from who?
Aye? Aldi's?
