He's Not The Best
42. Daddy's!

Daddy's!

A black BMW X 15 parked suddenly on the side of the sidewalk close to the position where Winsi sat on the muddy ground crying. A tall man wearing a neat suit was seen descending in haste. The incident was the same time when the province was drowned and a public transportation carrying a group of children passed accompanied by a boisterous sound in it.

Taps! Winsi's body was caught by Akan, before his head could touch the asphalt. The man had just come home from a visit somewhere, when he saw the bullying on Provinsi with his own eyes. She didn't care about everything the boy was wearing, his body was dirty, muddy, like, his hair, bags, and clothes.

First the man took the bag and stored it on his shoulder after that, lifting the body of Winsi dirty and smelly and, bringing it into the car. He started the engine, turned the car around and drove his vehicle to the city hospital.

After some time passed and the vehicle was already running almost arrived.

Winsi slowly opened her eyes she woke up and looked at the familiar surroundings. In addition, he also felt his body shaken like being in a vehicle and heard a soft murotal sound from the holy verses of the Koran.

Not long after that Winsi felt the shock in his body stop then, the door beside him opened and, someone grabbed himself and carried him out of there. At that time he was still closed until he knew where the man would take him.

‘Is this ... a Father ....?’ his mind still feels sore, even voicing the word father was so sick in the heart.

Yeah, he's the guy who always buys his mother's rice and Erlan calls him dad. He did not know what the name of the man who had been so kind and friendly all along. He allowed her to stay in his house and gave her good food. Ah .. if he were really her father.

Winsi curled up in Arkan's arms, inhaling her scent and enjoying the warmth she was given as the man continued to walk carrying her. Winsi is like his son!

'Is this a father's warm embrace? I like it ... Can I call him Dad? Does he like me or because he likes mom so much that he's so good to us?’ back inward Winsi said with a stern.

“Daddy ...” Whispered Winsi down, but Arkan could still hear him until he stared at Winsi's face at a glance, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Sorry, Om. I called Dad ...”.

“Doctor, help my son!” arkan said after arriving in the ER room.

Arkan took him to the hospital, seeing that Winsi was in a miserable state after being harassed by some of his friends, he was worried for his safety.

There was actually no problem whatsoever on the girl, she just felt limp from holding back too much anger. Stifling the energy of anger and crying out for self-pity is the most exhausting thing. Indeed, he felt pain when being slapped repeatedly by some of his schoolmates but, it was no more pain than the feeling in his heart. He had experienced physical torment since childhood, to accept such a thing, meant nothing to him.

After Winsi received treatment from a doctor, a nurse helped clean herself and changed her clothes to hospital clothes. Then, she was asked to stay in the treatment room until she was really strong to do other physical activities.

Arkan went into his ward to see the state of the child after his body was clean. Winsi saw Arkan from the bed, lying in a curled up position under a thin white blanket.

“How are you feeling better?” ask Arkan while standing on the side of the bed. They were in the VIP room that the man had booked until Winsi had completely recovered.

“Om, can I call Dad?” The back of asking made Arkan link his eyebrows together.

“Sure.” Arkan answered honestly from his heart that it didn't matter if he had one more daughter. He smiled gently as he put both his hands in his pants pocket.

“Is Erlan not angry?”

“Kukira no problem but, don't think of him.”

“Why is Dad good to me?”

“Not Just You ... I'm good to your mom, too.”

“Yes. I know, but, why?”

Arkan let out a long sigh then, he sat down on the chair that was on the side of the bed.

“Winsi ... I used to be friends with your mother, when we were teenagers, me and Runa, one school.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I loved your mother a long time ago, even now I still like her.”

Hearing Arkan's words, Winsi rewinded his head while thinking, his eyebrows rose as he looked at Arkan more intently as if what he heard was strange and unbelievable.

Winsi sat down slowly, without taking her eyes off the grown man in front of her and smiling sweetly at her.

“Sure you don't believe.”

Winsi shook her head.

“Do your mother have hp?”

Winsi nodded quickly, her hair that was not covered in a disheveled headscarf because it was not in a comb and she had just woken up from the fall. The girl gave her mother's phone number and was surprised, why during her time at Arkan's house, her mother and the man did not exchange mobile phone numbers?

Winsi did not know if while in the big house, Runa always avoid Arkan, especially when the Great Lord Badri was outside the room, and could see the activities of all residents of the house, and could see the activities of all residents of the house, then the woman will choose to accompany her child to remain silent in the room. The woman obviously looks very awkward and looks after herself or seems scared.

Winsi saw Arkan who was busy with his phone while holding back a laugh then, ventured to ask.

“Says I like Ibuk, why don't you have his phone number?” word Winsi still held her laughter, immediately Arkan took his eyes off the phone screen and let out a strong breath.

Yes, she herself was annoyed at Runa, because that woman always dodged when she asked him that. Arkan is sometimes upset when every time he invites Runa to talk, then the woman always makes Winsi as an excuse to reject his wishes. The young mother barely gave him a chance though, just to exchange mobile numbers.

Arkan is aware of Runa's attitude that is very self-preserving because he is still a wife from Basri. Her husband has not issued the word talak even his marriage certificate is still officially recorded in accordance with state law. They are unlikely to build a forbidden and disgusting relationship, just for the reason of mutual liking.

Love and feelings are one of the reasons someone makes a mistake by being in a relationship with a married woman or having an affair with a married man. Really that is the most trivial reason when clearly religion says to keep Java lust exhaled shethan?

Prohibited relationships always feel beautiful and more delicious because of the seasoning flavoring by syetan. The damned creature was very good at wrapping up a surag pleasure in his head, with a temporary enjoyment of sin.

Yes, in marriage the husband and wife relationship can be a reward because it is done in a legitimate and condoned bond, but the opposite sex relationship can be dangerous when done without bonding and only rely on love or desire.

“Oh, yes. Dad, I'll call Dad if there's no one. Can?”

“What does that mean we have secrets?” Arkan said while pinching Winsi's nose.

Winsi shook his head, he was only worried if there was something wrong with them. Especially Badri—kakek Erlan, he was very afraid of the old man, especially when they accidentally looked at each other, although, only occasionally passed each other when living in a big house.

“Then, just call whenever you want. Don't hesitate. Consider me your own father.”

“But, Dad knows, right, I have a Father?”

“Yes, I know. I'm also wondering why you called me Dad?”

“I want to have a Father, not a Father. You see my father is fierce.”

“Hmm .. Then, if I'm fierce, don't you want to think of me as your father anymore?”

Winsi pensively thought he was positive that Arkan would not be fierce to him. They are not close, especially mothers and children who are now living apart from their family heads are still treated well.

“But, Dad is not fierce, right, same Erlan?” Winsi asked with tears that had just come out of place. Given how fierce the man who lived with her used to be, who could endure her grief. He hopes a lot for Arkan who can't possibly be evil to him.

Seeing that Winsi was silent, Arkan asked again. “Now, tell Daddy, why you can be bullied by your friends, are you naughty?”

Hearing Arkan's question this time Winsi shook his head then, turning his gaze away while wiping away his coarse tears, his pursed lips showing disgust.

He didn't want to be a weak child who gave up easily but, being ganged up on by other children that much, he couldn't fight them one by one. Moreover, they are also friends Meri, certainly not tasty if to hurt him.

Ah, yes ... Meri, how could she forget about her friend who seemed to close her eyes with everything that happened to her? Suddenly his heart grew even more sick at the thought as he looked from the corner of his eye, that Meri saw him being beaten up without doing anything.

What was wrong with her, why was Meri no longer her friend? Did she hate him just because of Erlan, who knows that the friend thinks he snatched the man he likes? The girl's mind raged.

Suddenly she asked Arkan, after he finished telling her, “Dad, does Erlan have a boyfriend?”

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