Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#42 Looking for Steps
[Murder Happens Again Even In The Middle of the Road]
[Comma Alleged, This Victim Was Allegedly Shot by*****]
[**, Radar YY - Murder can happen anywhere. As experienced by BSM, 25, employees of the company Kirania Souvenir. Died of being shot on the way home from work, HH shopping area. The victim was declared in a coma at ZZ Hospital.
The shooting occurred on Tuesday, (20/9). The action was carried out when the victim came home from work at around 23:00 a quarter time. It is not known the reason and the group who attacked the woman from NN.
At the time of the attack, the victim was with a doctor named Rizki Wirandi.
At her Introgation, Rizki states that she accidentally crossed paths with the victim. At that moment an unknown group came to them. After the shots, they immediately left the location.
Ajadi Tito Yatmono, a shop night keeper in the area, said he had heard a commotion in front of his workplace. “That time there was gunfire. When I checked out, there was already a victim with him (Rizki),” said Ajadi.
“She asked me to help deliver the victim and him to the hospital. He himself treated the victim,” continued Ajadi.
A miracle the victim still survives with a gunshot wound to his face. Rizki Wirandi until now who handles the development of casualties directly.
Residents argue that this includes the actions of thugs who later rife in the shopping area. Some residents also argue that the perpetrators of this case are the group *******.
It is not yet clear who the real culprit is. Local police are investigating with CCTV footage from Ajaji⏤'s workplace store]
“⏤Hah,” instantly I flipped the screen of my phone facing the table.
The photo from an old newspaper couldn't calm me down. Everything that was told about the victim, everything was the same as Sekar that I remember. Reading the news of his own death, terrible.
When I checked his sincerity on the internet, there were some documents or videos that were similar. The problem is, I can't remember anything.
If Aldi hadn't sent me this picture, I wouldn't have known it at all. It's too painful to know the fact that you're dead without remembering the cause.
“Huh,” I was thinking of opening the curtains in front of my study table.
Even though it feels crowded out there in my eyes. At least the wind and rays were able to clear this little bit of tangled mind.
The only thing I can remember is my identity and ability. But for everyday even the appearance of Sekar, all of it is very vague.
Early birth as a Rasyi, it is not easy to immediately accept the loss of his life Sekar. I can only accept it after months nothing has changed.
Papa once mentioned that the incident occurred two years before Rasyi was born. If I pay attention to the newspaper, it coincides with Sekar's birthday.
I'm speechless, “Haaa ah!” annoyed I growled.
There is no progress! All of that remains only information that I cannot verify.
Should I close my eyes as I have?
A tense mood always succeeds in unsettling the day. How about I calm down a little?
I'll get some of my weapons. Wooden pencils, black erasers, and a rabbit-shaped sharpener with a hole in his nose. The thick, spiraled book came out of its nest.
This time I want to train myself with a challenge. The driver of the vehicle on the road seems interesting to try. Let's draw the pose of the speeding human.
“Hmm!” reduce my muscles before taking the first step, “Come start!”
The circle as the center of his head became his starting line. Descending with the stripes of his body and other circles as his joints.
Quickly I noticed a reference that could not stay in the crowded street. For me who is not a lover of locomotives, drawing it will need a little habituation.
One line, two lines, three lines. Many lines eventually form a sketch.
“Lumayan,” it seems like my abilities are improving.
This is a pride. With my efforts doodled since the age of one year, from Sekar who sucked in drawing turned into Rasyi who likes to relax by drawing.
Haha.., it seems like my Sekar character is getting faded more and more.
The knocking of the door behind me went soft enough to surprise me.
“Ya?” the person behind the door.
“Nduk, Le Harun nungguin ikuh,” aunty who takes care of the house here seems to have welcomed Aaron into the house.
“Iya, bulik. Wait,” for now, I just do my thing first.
Preparation for the transfer of space to the living room down there. Bring all sorts to further develop Rasyi's self. At least that was what Rasyi could do as a minor.
“Today how?” he held his chin in both of his hands piled up on the table, “There is an interesting?”
I don't want to talk about it.
“Nothing,” I sat next to him and tidied up my luggage.
He was speechless staring straight at me, “What's the matter anyway?”
“No.”
This man always tried to be a good listener for me to express my grievances. Sometimes he likes to force.
“Rasyi.”
Heh. Want to let alone a child? “Why?”
“Borrow your hand, can?” the man took out his right hand from his chin prisoner, extending it towards me.
Whahuh? Wh-wh-what for? He is, yes, there is only.
Trying to think positive. My left hand finally landed on his. A warm grip is held across the back of his hand and fingers. One minute and so on, still with this kind of position.
Why else with this guy?
“Hahaha..., small gentle” laughs.
He's pranking me or what? I just pull my hand.
“Eh, sorry. Sorry,” Aaron straightened his body and held my hand to escape his grasp.
Very annoying, “You what?”
His smile turned blue. Still playing my hand, watching it like it's important.
“No,” she laughs sweetly, “I just tried a little. Usually it is if something like this Rasyi is immediately angry.”
I'm breathing thin, “Already ah, mending ajar me now.”
He knows right.I still feel a heavy weight on my back. He knew I could not forgive myself for the tragedy that befell Jagad. He knows I'm scared. He must want to do something too.
It's not that I don't want to let go of my problems, but I don't know what I'm supposed to do with all this. If I want to exhaust all of Sekar's problems, Sekar's amnesia should be drained. So I can let it go really.
That's what's best for me to calm down. But this can not only be asked. Moreover, this Rasyi is someone else. Not a close relative or anything.
Then how to drain out Sekar amnesia? So far there's only one incident where I remember something. The incident was also only when dealing directly with Aldi.
Face directly?
Wait for. Maybe it can be done. However, I can't possibly invite papa who clearly still has trauma.
Uh. Is correct. There's someone inside.
I looked at Aaron who seemed patiently waiting for me who was thinking, “Harun.”
“Iya?”
“Harun will help me, right?”
He smiled again, “Definitely.”
“Whatever I ask for, must be helped right?”
“Anything.”
Don't let your guard down! No gap for him to refuse, “Promise?”
He's laughing a little. Instantly he raised his right hand and turned his palm towards me, “I promise.”
Directly I hold his hand, “Kidik me.”
The puzzling cold atmosphere froze his still smiling face. Moments finally he opened his mouth, “Sorry, what?”
