Fiza quickly reacted and showed him a thumbs up indicating she is alright...with a fake smile and ran into the bathroom again...
"Tsk, damn it" Wazib grabbed his head and mumbled to himself.
He actually lost control and burst out all the grudges he bore to Fiza. How can he forgot that she is also a victim(!)
He was blaming himself when a creaking sound came... He looked, Fiza came back from the bathroom. Now without any scurf showing him a gentle smile. Wazib sighed and started rummaging his pocket to find out a mask.
Then he placed it onto Fiza quietly. Fiza was staring at her father intensely while he was busy at placing the mask. She knows, she knows it very nicely that he also faced many things... It is quite normal having so many grudges towards her. Those things would engulf one day and that is what happened...
Wazib realized, her face was wet, But Wazib noticed that the corner of her eyes was also red....Maybe she cried....or maybe not!
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Fiza was too slow while walking. She was distracted actually.
-Walk a little faster.
Wazib ordered her.
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After returning home Wazib noticed Fiza was still bleak and gloomy.
-Any problem?
Fiza nodded no with a smile. Then silently went to her bedroom and lied down.
Wazib didn't ask further...indeed it was a tiring day.
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Middle of the night... Wazib suddenly woke up. There is a sound from Fiza's room. As if....someone is talking.
Wazib opened the door slowly and saw....Fiza was blabbering in sleep. He tried to listen carefully. Who knows, maybe he could know the inner feelings of Fiza. But not even a single word was clear. Wazib slowly puts down his palm on Fiza's forehead.
"A high fever!!"
Why??? did his words trigger her that much??
-Mommy....
Wazib looked at her daughter with a shocking face. After all, he heard his daughter's voice after so many years that he couldn't believe his ears. Her voice hasn't changed that much through these years...Still, she has that innocent girlish voice as if she is still a 13/14-year-old girl.
Wazib was dazing thinking about past stories while Fiza subconsciously grabbed his hand and started calling mommy continuously.
Wazib felt a sharp heartache. He felt as if someone was stabbing lots of knives directly at his heart. His body started sweating badly. Then he looked at Fiza....His only beloved daughter. A delightful light ray was coming through the window and was placed over her face.... She was looking beautiful.
Wazib never saw any sleeping beauty....but yeah he saw Fiza.
He slowly embraced her hand and kissed it gently. All of a sudden tears started rolling down from his cheeks, he tried to stop them forcefully...But some things are good to be let go....Silently...