Daughter of the Widower: The Single Daddy'S Daughter
#59 Family that is Not Family
Four wheels of the car stopped. The door lock did not hesitate I opened and I went down carrying my flagship small backpack.
The open space behind the high fence there shows one figure who is always close to me, “Uncle Hendra!”
Eye shape similar to Fares was aware of me in front of the fence, “Rasyi?” he got up from the terrace chair and approached.
The more handsome the man the more I see it opens the fence. The car that you drive turns inward and takes a parking position to the front yard of the house.
At first glance I saw a pair of coffee sets with books placed on the porch of the house. Has Hendra just been on time?
“Tumben Rasyi came by here,” Hendra returned the fold of his hand to the front of his body.
My mouth forms a smile, “Everytime.”
Somehow I could see him surprised. Wh why? Something bothering him?
“Ya. Just go in first. Aunt Ira was in her room with aunt Sari,” she patted my head softly.
“Iya,” I immediately left it and entered into a familiar house with me since I was a child.
The curve of the complicated house was already clearly recorded in my head organ. Without the host guiding me, I could already bring myself to enter the destination.
I took a deep breath when I was at the door. The last time I saw him was in Hari's brash grandfather's hideout. His face was not a convenient thing to record in memory.
Is he okay?
Knock the door slowly.
“Iya?” the hidden voice from behind the closed door.
“Tante, this is Rasyi.”
“Rasyi, login!” the voice became an instruction to open the door.
Without replying any more, I slowly opened the door. My head was looking for a crack to peek at what was going on inside.
“Why? Come in.” Uh! The sari! Oh, and baby.
The vastness of the room with a calm gray atmosphere full of female equipment can indeed be soothing. They relax while securing their position at the end of the bed. Along with her, I managed to close the door of the room behind me.
Sari seems to be playing with the baby and teaching Ira about it.
Questions that always worry me out no matter, “Tante Ira is okay?”
If it was me, there was no way I could feel okay. Although the boy did nothing, he was still born because of me.
Hard steps who it⏤wait! Ira?! Why are you walking around angry like you want to bulldoze me like that?!
“Hmm?!” I was surprised I couldn't talk. How can I talk if both of my cheeks are pressed by Ira?
Why else is this?! He suddenly hugged me. Waita minute! I'm confused!
“What the hell?! This isn't Rasyi, is it? Usually Rasyi always likes to be angry,” Ira sounds like happy. Pleased?!
Just be right! They know me as a grumpy person or what the hell?! Every time like this they always say I'm usually angry. I can't always just be angry, you know!
“Tante no papa. Why worry so much anyway? Ask it keeps aunty phone time,” Ira stretch his arms, “Tante has long thought this. For example, aunt instead ran away and did not help Rasyi at that time, Rasyi who might not be able to smile anymore.”
Oho! My sometimes narrow thinking is never in that direction. Indeed Ira helped to assuage the anger of those people. Maize can also survive until I come out ‘resistance’ because of Ira.
Plus Hari didn't really deal with me. The legacy he pursues is in Rizki. Even dying would indirectly make it easier.
Grandpa and his game are hard to understand.
“Again,” Ira took off a hug and moved both her hands to her own cheeks, “Iki became more attentive, I was moved.”
Silent for a moment.
This aunt has found inner peace or just want to be in mode anyway?!
Back again he hugged me, “Finally Rasyi is not sad anymore~”
It feels so shameful. They weren't my blood family, but they loved me more and treated me like their own child.
Sweet family that attacked the inside of my heart. The family ideal that everyone craves, especially the inexperienced me, has a complete family. Slip the tension in the most melodious way.
Hm?
“Rasyi can help aunt?” Sari smiled gently as usual.
Helping out? No problem anyway, “Iya,” smile again I want to take out.
We finally stepped out of the room leaving Ira and the baby. The location of the room which is basically not far from the kitchen makes it easy for them. The equipment only needs to be brought to Ira's room because there is a bathroom itself.
Sari asked me to bring some cloth, “Rasyi why? If there is a problem, just tell me.”
Hmm?! What is so obvious? Papa and I were having a fight, but I don't think anyone will notice as long as I don't act awkward with papa.
I should have told you everything. He may know about Rizki's problems, but tells her about the family's problems with others….
However, looking from anywhere, I still needed some advice. I was very stupefied and there was no way I could stay in this state continuously.
It seems that telling her is the best option for me. But, I don't want him to worry too much, “Rasyi just got born with papa.”
“Fight why?” this woman sounded doubtful.
I smiled, “Papa disagreed with Rasyi's opinion. Though Rasyi had been determined from the beginning. Rasyi was doubtful. Time Rasyi dengerin papa.”
Silent, only the sound around by Sari filled the pot with water. He seemed to be waiting for me to continue speaking.
“Why is it so difficult if you want to live the one we have determined from the beginning? Every time it's determined, there's an obstacle. Want to be determined again, blocked again. Just keep on.”
“Indeed,” The half-full pot he brought to his modern stove and began to heat up, “We can always try and keep trying again. He wants to test whether we really mean it or just play. Our job must indeed be to hold.”
If that's the case, what does it mean that I've been hesitant all this time?
How else? It was beyond my expectations. Legacy struggles are everywhere. But judging from papa's story, what's his name if it's no longer just a game of hide and seek soon discovered?
I may not act, but what can I do?
“Rizki is indeed difficult to face.”
Hm?
“He thinks that only he can suffer. The important thing is that he suffers alone, trying to be alone. Though everyone is worried about him.”
Yeah, that's how papa is.
Everyone was irritated by his strong-mannered attitude. Even if it is like that, they are worried. The original extraordinary man can be lost at any time.
“Rasyi would hate Rizki that way. But we can't really do anything. Rizki who plays a big role to protect Rasyi.”
Wait, Sari.., “Tante, know Rasyi already...”.
He looked at me and approached, “Rizki already said he wants to tell me later,” held my hand in his grasp, “Rasyi, please yes, your papa needs you to accompany him.”
“But how? Papa doesn't want Rasyi to help.”
Sari chuckles, “Nisa also always says so,” mama? “But what did your mama say? I'm gonna be as stubborn as he says. So I don't want to hear what he's talking about.”
Eh? Sorry, what?
Gently caressed my head, “Tante believes Rasyi can make a good decision. But remember, do not let Rasyi regret. Yes?”
That view is not wrong and I cannot deny it. Everything will indeed return to the direction where my decision is headed.
Thats problem. I also can't counteract the truth that Rizki said.
There's nothing I can do.
“Rasyi is still fighting with Rizki right?” Sari again voiced, “What if Rasyi stays here first?”
“Snap?”
“Let's refreshing for a while. If you want, just take Mr. Fares for a walk.”
Hm….
