Trouble Girl
36 Orlando Damian

"Daddy, why sad?"

"No, Daddy only remembers someone Daddy loves."

"Daddy's son in Australia?"

"Not, but someone else."

"Daddy misses him so much?"

"Yes, but we've been apart a long time."

Qya looked at Erlan's sad-looking face.

"Where is he going now?"

"Lost."

"missing? How can? Not wanted?"

"Already, but haven't seen you yet."

"What's his name?"

"name ...."

Erlan did not answer yet, her phone rang.

"Yes?"

"Where are you? Don't you know if your son's in the hospital?"

"Ck, I'm busy working. There's you and her husband Ricca anyway." Erlan immediately closed her phone. Seeing that, Qya held back a smile.

"I'm sorry that because of me, Daddy got into a fight with Daddy's wife."

"No problem. It's not because of you. Now you just take a break, yeah."

"Yes, thank you Daddy for caring so much about me."

"Daddy go home first."

Erlan stared at the small house occupied by Qya, feeling pity for the girl. The first time he saw Qya, he felt a different interest. Qya's face reminded him of someone. Someone in his past, who until now he had never found.

As soon as Erlan left in his car, Vano came straight out of his hiding place.

"How does it feel to be hugged by her?"

"Considered you? You're envious, aren't you?"

Vano only snorted, while shuffling Qya's hair furiously.

The girl then took the little book from inside her bag. Give a check on the small writing.

Next day

Qya was watching the road, sitting at a stop while occasionally playing her phone. The girl clucked in annoyance, then started to step up.

"Aw!" Qya grimaced, Mahan was sick in his palm. His knees were bleeding as well as his forehead. He clucked irritably at the black-colored luxury car. Someone got off the wheel.

"Miss, forgive me. You all right?"

Qya did not reply, he stood up while enduring the pain. The other guy got out of the car. A middle-aged man, yet still looking handsome. Qya looked at the man.

"You must take responsibility!"

"But ...."

"Rightly!" qya protests.

"Come, I'll take you to the doctor" said the man who may have been the boss of the man before.

Qya was still silent, her watchful eyes, making the middle-aged man smile.

"Don't be afraid, we're good people. Come on, I'll take you to the doctor."

With a limp, Qya finally got into the car.

Five minutes later, Qya's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"Ck, you're old. I'm going to the doctor first."

"Doctor, why?"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, just keep the car chugging."

"What's? How are you doing?"

"This is just going to the doctor. Yes, you missed me first."

"OKAY. You'll call me."

"Yes." Yeah."

The man glanced at Qya, feeling a little guilty because his driver hit him. It was also his fault, for asking the driver to rush to the company.

"This is my business card. If there's anything, you can call me."

Qya received the business card and read his name.

Orlando Damian.

"Well, isn't this a big company?" Qya looked at the company name on the business card, although there was no other description of who this man was.

The man just smiled.

"The cars from this company are very luxurious, when can I have one like this," said Qya slowly, but can still be heard by Damian.