With helpless anger Papa darted out of the room. He was feeling like his girl had gone unruly. He wanted to punch someone or something now. So he punched the wall just before him.
"Why sir, why are you punching my wall so hard?" it was Mark. He had returned back.
"Sorry sir, it was just out of frustration," said Papa.
Mark grinned and said, "Once in a while everyone feels like this. If you waver, how will your daughter manage?" Papa nodded.
Resumed Mark, "I have called the boy's father. He is coming by a flight today. I think the boy needs some rest. After a week I will allow the boy discharged. But in the midst we should inform the local police very discreetly of all the incidents. This is for the safety of everyone." Mark looked at Papa – as if expecting some opposition.
"Hmm, as you say so," said Papa.
"The local inspector is a friend of my manager. He will write down everything here. He will just listen the story and see the boy and the girl in this medical."
Papa nodded agreeing. Papa knew why Mark raised this topic of involving police in this matter. The first time Mark mentioned it, Papa had convinced him not to involve police. But he knew if he insisted of avoiding police too hard, then Mark would not trust him – might inform the police or could house-arrest him and his daughter. This would not do any good. That was why he had to agree with Mark.