His head was still full of what happened some time ago, the man still couldn't accept the refusal that the girl gave, not about expressing love, but towards what really happened and who did it.
"Tsk, what really happened. "
A tap on his left shoulder immediately distracted him, there was Kahfi there, with a box of his favorite spicy noodles.
"Why?"
"I'm busy thinking about something. "
"Thinking about what?"
"I met a girl at the front coffee shop, her hands were bleeding and bruised, her face too. "
"So?"
"I asked her why but she didn't even answer. "
"How come?"
"She's more like hiding something. "
"Victim of abuse?"
"Maybe. "
Suddenly his head was filled with the expression on the girl's face, about all her bruises, but why with an expression as if there was no fear in her as if all these things had happened to her so many times.
"Kaf, have you ever met a girl whose face was flat?"
"Gloomy you mean?"
"Yes, you could say it's gloomy too, and it looks like the glow in her eyes is not friendly, maybe, I actually see it a bit, huh, like a person full of grudges. "
"Well, who knows, this is still that battered girl?"
"Yes. "
"Why do you seem really interested, Gal, why is that girl so charismatic, huh?"
The toss of a medium-sized mineral water bottle made Kahfi laugh and wonder how beautiful the girl who had just become the main topic of their conversation this time was.
Elsewhere, Naura was still silent, making her head no longer noisy, throwing stones that she had thrown into the sea several times did not make her emotions finish.
A bandage was tightly wrapped around her right hand, some plaster had also been attached to her face, but the pain was still intense.
A cup of coffee with the words "don't be upset anymore. " succeeded in stealing her attention, Abing was there, his condition was not even different from Naura's, he had bruises and even tears on his temples, which the man just left.
"Have you treated the wound, Nau?"
"Already, how about you?"
"Yes, but I want to let it dry quickly. "
"Sorry. "
Abing took a sip of his coffee down to half, looked around while inhaling a cigarette in his left hand.
"please forgive your father Nau, he definitely didn't mean it like that. "
There was no answer from the 19-year-old teenager, everything was churning like hatred, confusion that didn't even get an explanation, like a bunch of questions that could no longer be answered.
"If one day there's something you can't understand, don't choose to hate him, okay?"
"Why?, after what he has done to me?, I still have to respect him?"
Plumes of cigarette smoke rose in the air, Abing didn't answer right away, because according to him, no matter how good he said about Bram to Naura, the girl would always have full hatred of Bram without him needing to explain.
"Your father can't hate you, Nau. "
"Why? Why is it impossible?, He even beat me? Then I really have to believe what you say?"
"Nau. "
The exhalation sounded angry, and Abing understood exactly how Naura grew up with a broken heart, but it was as if no one had any other choice.
"I grew up without attention, no one gave me hugs, no one wanted to comfort me when I was sad or hurt, I was still young Bing, not even much different from your child, if I were your child, would you have the heart to beat me?"
Abing pulled Naura hard into his arms, the hard face slowly became sad, sobs began to sound faintly in his ears, Abing understood how hard Naura's life was.
"I am the one who will calm you down, who will hug you, there is nothing you need to be afraid of anymore. "
That night, all the cold felt like a pseudo, slowly warmth and peace began to be felt in her heart, when nothing could make her okay, Abing came to give his love.
"I have taken care of you since you were little Nau, you are like my child, but there are many things that you may never understand, I hope you wait, there are times when your father will explain everything that happened. "
Only a nod was the answer, feeling the warmth of attention, the comfort of a hug, which was the first time she got, her life was too cold for attention.
"I hope you live well, fight what you should fight, hate what you should hate"
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The clock on the wall showed 4 in the morning, but Bram was still standing quietly in front of the door of the child's room, his head constantly spinning about Naura's cries last night.
Who would have thought he saw it, heard how disappointed the little girl was with him, but there was nothing he had to explain, it was simply that he wanted to protect what was already his.
His hand was ready to knock on the door of the room, but again He refused, this has even been done several times.
There are so many doubts that keep him from doing it.
But in a hurry, the door to Naura's room that he had been waiting for opened, a look of surprise filled her eyes, and he slowly felt very nervous, somehow he explained why he was in front of the Naura's room.
"Pa? Why? Do you need something?"
"Ah i think nah? You haven't slept yet?"
"It's already awake. "
"Wanna drink some wine together?"
"Suddenly?"
Bram smiled awkwardly, yes this was the first time he really invited his girl to drink with him, whether it was guilt or whatever that prompted him to do all of that but at least he wanted to tear down the walls that he even built himself.
"About what college are you sure about?"
"We already discussed about this. "
"If Papa revokes his license again, what will you do?"
"Tsk, guessed it. "
"We don't know what will happen to you in the future. "
Naura rudely placed the glass on the round table, not too surprised because Bram knew very well that his daughter would do that.
The glow of the eyes lit up, no longer just a visible protest, even anger began to dominate.
"It's up to you, I don't care what Papa will do, I'm already tired, ah thank you very much for this, I want to get ready for another physical exercise this morning, good morning Sir. "
She bowed politely, then walked away with full emotion on her face, there was nothing Bram could do, because the more he spoke, the more turbulent his relationship with Naura became.
Sipping a cup of wine greedily, his eyes glaring at the shadow of a small Naura filling his head, how he can no longer use the crying to stop everything, how that empathy has begun to disappear in his life.