Beware Of Mr. Amnesiacs

Three: Sense of responsibility

Shia opened her eyes and stretched her achy body from sleeping in the wrong position. He fell asleep with a sitting position and his head on the bed. Tidying up a bit of his appearance, his attention was again fixed on the man who was still closing his eyes in front of him.

The man was still the same, motionless and just fell asleep quietly. Only the sound of a medical device was heard indicating that the man's heart was still beating.

“Actually when will you realize?” Ask Shia who it is

“I want to leave you, but somehow I feel responsible, but I'm not the one who harmed you!" continued. Now Shia laughed little realizing his behavior

“actually what am I doing? speaking to the one who cannot answer."

Shia glanced at the clock that was coiling in her hand. At 9 a.m., that means he's only asleep for less than three hours.

The vibrating sound of the phone keeps Shia distracted. Shia looked at the caller's name and pressed the green button to answer.

“Are you not thinking of going home?”

“I will go home if you want” Reply Shia with lazy tone

“you won't go home even if you know your father is in hospital”

Shia was surprised by the news she heard. His father went to the hospital. How could? Obviously someone told him yesterday afternoon his father was still healthy without any problems.

“What's with him?” Shia asked flatly there was not the slightest bit of worry from her tone

“Come and see for yourself.” said Lily Eriskon, Shia's cousin casually.

“Send me the address.”

The call was decided by Shia. The girl looked at the man in front of her and then sighed in anger.

“I'll be back later” murmured.

After getting a message from Lily containing the hospital address. Shia came out of that room. Shia's steps stopped in the corridor of the hospital, he just remembered if David brought his car.

Shia sighed, it seemed like Shia had to go in a taxi.

In a different hospital than before Shia stepped up with a slight run. He asked the receptionist there and went to one of the doors and opened it

A pair of mothers and children sitting on the sofa while playing the phone was the first thing Shia saw. His gaze turned to a middle-aged man lying down with a small hose attached to his nose.

"Tante doesn't know if you're coming Shia" the middle-aged woman said as she stood up and walked towards Shia.

“Tante Ilya, what exactly happened?" Shia asked, she looked at Lily who was smiling sideways

"Headache as usual, but this time it's worse"

“She's stressed because her only daughter always blames her for her mother's death!” chirp Lily, who instantly got a sharp shot of Shia, she would be extremely sensitive if it concerned her mother.

"Dragon's talking lily, mom never taught you that!" Ilya spoke firmly

"But it's true!" Lily's law doesn't accept. She dislikes it when her mother defends Shia more than herself.

“Shia forgive Lily, she does like to talk at will” said aunt Ilya with a bad. Shia who already knew the character of her cousin was only holding back the growl behind the thin smile she gave to Aunt Ilya.

“Tante can go, I will take care of him” Shia said after sitting herself on the chair.

“Of course, if Robert has regained his senses, Ilya said kindly, Shia nodded and the two left the room.

In that room only Shia and Robert remained. He looked at the man's hand that looked slender. Actually since when did his father look thinner and tired like this.

“S..Shia” Hoarse voice and touch on his hand resuscitate Shia.

Shia just silently looked at the person who was his father status flatly, hiding all the emotions that were in him.

“A.dad asked ma...af” Shia looked at Robert who opened his eyes with a glare and a stammering voice.

There was no meaningful response that Shia gave other than her flat gaze, her hatred was already too deep towards the figure she called father.

Shia looked at the hand that touched her. His mind drifted back, a question popping into his mind. When was the last time he interacted with his father? Maybe 6 years ago. When he was still living in the mansion full of tricks.

“After seeing you properly, you look more and more like your mother”.

“Yes, because I'm his daughter” finally Shia opens her voice making Robert review a thin smile. At least Shia was willing to talk to him after such a long time.

“How are you doing outside?” Ask Robert

“Good.”

“Then baga-“

“Do not speak again. I don't like stale bases!” robert's smile was getting wider. If someone else might he would be angry his speech was cut off but if it was his daughter of course he was happy. Wasn't that a little attention his daughter gave him. Just keep quiet and rest.

Crazy indeed, that's what Shia can reveal if she knows the meaning behind Robert's smile.

Silence is created for a few moments. Shia plays her phone sending a message to Erika to keep the stranger.

“Go home Shia!" Robert again said breaking the silence mixed with awkwardness.

“Go home? And help you in that dirty business of yours, like you did with my mother? Sorry I didn't want to!”

“Shia you're my daughter”

“Then?”

“Clarikson is still in your last name”

Shia screeched, she knew what would happen next if Robert had already talked about the name of the damn Clarikson attached to his last name.

“It looks like you are well, then I will go” Break up Shia with a step away leaving Robert who is staring at Shia's departure with nanar.

Shia's white car drove through the streets of Texas, after returning from the hospital, Shia immediately took her car in David's workshop.

He arrived at his minimalist apartment. Shia dropped her body on the mattress and closed her eyes to ward off her fatigue. He realized why today was so exhausting for him. More exhausting than when he was doing the dfriting.

Shia got up and stepped into the bathroom. Cleaned his sticky body. Like a watered plant. The flowing water that washed over him made him feel alive again.

It takes only 30 minutes, Shia finishes her shower. He came out of the bathroom with a black bathrobe.

Shia sits herself in front of the dresser, rubs her face with a series of skincare and dries her brown hair with a hairdryer. Make no mistake, even though Shia likes to race but the woman can still take good care of herself. Although he is not interested in the world of beautiful people like him who like shopping and fun but he likes to take care of himself.

TING

Notification of incoming messages makes Shia stop its activities. He picked up the phone lying in bed. A message from Erika made her take off her bathrobe and change clothes.

From: Erika Tylor

“She was already aware”.