Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#49 Digging Over
Relax Rasyi. Don't freak. Thinking clearly. If papa's hot, then I have to….
“Call doctor! Must call doctor now,” I immediately step⏤
Huh huh? Papa's hand?! He held my hand.
“Pa?” I approached him who had already opened his eyes.
Although with an expression that endured the pain, he finally straightened his back. His pallor is becoming clearer. His body is very weak. Spontaneous my hand directly holding her body helped even a little.
“Wait a minute, Rasyi call the doctor first.”
“Don't,” that shaky sound momentarily sounds terrible, “No need.”
“No need how? Papa's body hot.”
“Ordinary hot only. Taking medicine is also healing. No need to bring people. This is a safe place.”
Really?! It's not time to think about that, is it? If he keeps this house safe but he ends up sick, what's the point? Is his brain overheating or what?!
Can't I cover my frustration, “Can't you just don't think about it? Papa's sick!”
“Papa can take care of yourself,” heavy helan force stand.
I helped the obviously weak man by holding his arm. He ended the short, tense walk by sitting at the end of his bed.
Oh, this is papa. It's hard to ask someone else for help. Her beloved daughter is worried.
Nevermind! If the debate continues like this, the pain will not be treated.
I clasped the arm tighter to make sure he did not fall apart from his bed, “Ya already yes, Rasyi did not call anyone. But Rasyi's permission is papa's care?”
Uh. Papa's getting weaker.
“Bring papa a little meal,” the whisper is almost inaudible.
“Iya,” instantly I arrange her pillows so that she can lean comfortably. I led him there, “Papa besandar first. Rasyi.”
I quickly took food for her so I could take her medicine.
Rizki's still fine. This time is not like when papa fainted first. I just need to do what you normally do when I have a fever. Relax Rasyi. Calm.
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Light stretching for my body. It's also good papa's room in front of the kitchen. This house is not as big as the house there. There is no such thing as being tired going back and forth around the house.
Rizki has been eating and taking medicine. Take a warm bath. The clothes are not too thick. The warm compress for his forehead was also in order.
Fortunately the heat subsided and papa could sleep soundly. But there's still a lot to do.
The rest of the dinner should be put in the refrigerator. I also have to boil water for the flask. Papa's desk should be cleaned. The house should have been locked. Oh, like the back door hasn't. Papa's compresses must be replaced by new ones.
I piled my body against the wall while I sat in the chair without the backrest. The clock is pointing to eleven. Start work! Go go!
I started cleaning papa's desk. Look at that, the paper scattering to the floor.
That sheet on the floor was my first step in cleaning it. I was confused for how to clean it. If I don't read it, it's the same as me squandering it, right?
… read sedikiiiiit only. It's okay lah~
I put the paper I picked up. Hmm~ What is it?
…
What is this writing?!
For a moment I must have forgotten. I'm so stupid. Papa is a doctor, of course the writing will be eleven twelve with hot worms.
Oh? There are pictures too. Papa can also picture it. Wait, what is this picture? The shape reminds me of a computer chip or something. Flip it top to bottom, bottom to top and there is no difference. Why do you have a record of things like this?
This again, english books? Network Hacker, Connection and Hardware, Computer Handler. What other literature is this?!
Really, papa wants to make what? If it's like this, people must believe papa is an engineer.
What am I expecting anyway? Nevermind! Just make as neat as I can.
“Hah,” sighed I occupied that wheeled work chair.
Does this have anything to do with legacy conflicts? But why? Not that papa has to drain his energy until this hurts.
There are many obstacles that I have dealt with. I've received an unpleasant coincidence from the Sekar. The roast of the jagad I let go. Ira and I have also been in contact with each other even though I have not been able to meet because he is still in rehab.
Sadly, all of that is only a small part of this legacy-struggling crisis.
How long have I known this man, there are still many holes that I cannot peek at. There are still a lot of questions I need to ask.
What started all this? What happened to my dad when he was little? In fact, why when meeting Sekar first his eyes brown, although clearly black papa eyes? If you remember, there is also the name Ivory which is still foreign to me.
Rizki and the rest associated with her were still strangers.
Is this what I got after being a timid kid to ask? Really, like this just keeps going! If it were a novel, the reader would be fed up.
“Haah..,” loh papa?
“Papa why wake up?” I approached him who was holding his head.
His narrow eyes examined me, “Rasyi did not sleep?”
“Now Rasyi is sleeping. Papa needs what? Drink?” I lifted the water kettle on the white nightstand and poured it on the glass, “Nih.”
Drain it and drink the water in the glass, “Thank you.”
I took it and put the glass back. Gently my palm touched his forehead. Still warm. It seems better to compress again. Oh yes, the compress water is cold.
The basin became my souvenir to the kitchen, “Rasyi change water first⏤”
Hm? Why did papa grab my hand?
“Why pa? Is anyone sick?” manyworry.
“Sit for a minute.”
Without thinking about anything else, I put the basin back and moved my body following my hand. I sat on the bed until my feet were raised high. What's up, huh?
My messy hair so the target, “Rasyi curious papa make ya?”
Oops, caught? I can't always hide anything from this guy. Unable to answer, even a smile.
Instantly he smiled, “That's a tracking device.”
Huh uh?! Wait, you want to track who?
Slowly I asked, “Make what?”
“Make Rasyi.”
Aaa... ahahaha, sorry?
I'm starting to fear myself again, “Rasyi has done something wrong?”
Pa, don't smile so dong. It feels more horrible than calming.
“No, papa's just scared. It was not a danger thing, to track the location alone. Maybe papa attach it to the necklace that Rasyi wants to wear later.”
Ah, I didn't think it turned out that papa thought that far.
The figure of this one papa does always seem calm, but it turns out to be worried. Yeah, I can't blame my disappearance for the week before that traumatized Papa.
“What if papa starts the story slowly?”
Hm? The story? I mean, what's going on behind this mess of heritage snatch?
“Where? Ready?”
I knew it would be sad and painful. But this is also my way to solve all these problems. My chance.
Don'tbeafraid. Don'tbeafraid.
His warm hand suddenly clasped my hand again, “It's okay. Papa is here.”
Right, Rasyi. Your father is there for you. You should be there for him too. Well at least support him from behind. I have to be brave.
Long breath I took, “Rasyi ready!”
Again he smiled. Papa looks comfort his sitting position back leaning on a pile of pillows, “Can so we do not sleep tonight.”
