Blue Rose

Ayah

There was once a wish for him that I should have called Dad.

- Selly Anandita

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Flashbacks.

He had a uterine tumor and had to undergo surgery.

That information, twisted inside Selly's head, ringed in the ear of a broken cassette forced onto a DVD.

Mother's sick.

Mother had to be operated.

Mom needs a fee.

All Selly has in mind is how to get money as soon as possible.

Then a name just popped out. The name of someone who should also be responsible for Dita's condition, even himself. Prasetya Wisnudarma, senior artist and legislator.

Armed with a photograph and an email address, Selly devised his reckless act. Call him evil, taking shortcuts to make money. Threatening to spread Prasetya and Dita friendly photos to the public, if the man does not reply to his email. But once in a while men like Prasetya Wisnudarma also need to be taught a lesson. Let him know fear. So that the man who looks very honorable and educated looks a little at the past.

It didn't take long, the email Selly sent immediately replied. Ask them to meet and negotiate a price. Without a second thought, Selly agreed to meet at one of the lower-class hotels in the suburbs.

An aide named Typhoon is assigned to pick up Selly in the hotel lobby, then take her into a room that has been booked.

“Where, Mr Prasetya?” selly asked when there was no one in the room.

“He's coming soon,” replied Typhoon, looking at his watch.

Selly was honestly tense, her heart was racing. He'll meet his father, someone who is very likely to bear some resemblance to Selly. Can he mention longing? But on the other hand, the sense of punching the guy is also huge.

Not long after, the door opened, showing the figure of a man in a hat and wearing a face cover. Selly snorted, so this is the disguise of the artists so as not to be caught?

Their netting clashed for a while, then the man took off the mask. Selly held her breath, when she saw that face, she could see her lips there. Is Prasetya also aware?

They sat in chairs, separated by a low table in the middle. “I think, I will meet a tattooed man or a woman of my age who needs capital to meet his lifestyle,” prolog Prasetya, “not his year, you are still very young.” The man raised the tip of his lips, smiling disdainfully.

“Then your prediction is wrong,” replied Selly trying to be as calm as possible.

“Where is the photo?”

“Where did you get that photo? What is your relationship with Dita?”

I'm his son, your son.

Selly's answer was swallowed with saliva. “I brother ...,” paused the sentence, Selly looked at the man. “Away.”

“We told you to do this?” todong Prasetya, full of questions.

“Not.” Surprisingly, Selly then weighed in, trying to clash with himself, guessing how worthy the man was to be called a father. “At this time he is sick, it takes a big fee for surgery.”

What Selly found further shattered expectations, Prasetya laughed. “Why are you blackmailing me if he's sick? Where's his family? Where's her husband?”

Selly's jaw hardened, it was curious that he said, ‘ask yourself’, while pointing at the man's nose. His mother's words suddenly fell on his head.

“Your father doesn't know anything, the mother who deliberately dodged. Mother who let him go.”

“She has no family,” Selly replied, her throat suddenly dry considering that she never even knew what her grandmother and grandfather looked like.

Prasetya pinched the nose, leaning his head against the back of the chair. Then he looked at Selly. “How much do you want?”

Pounding, Selly confirmed his sitting position. “All hospital charges, until He recovers.”

Prasetya nodded his head, then turned to the Typhoon who was replied with a nod. Typhoon deftly took out a blank piece of paper from his briefcase, writing a few sentences before handing it to Prasetya.

The man put the paper on the table, after reading the contents. Put the signature in one of the corners below the writing, then swipe in front of Selly who raised an eyebrow. “Letter of agreement,” explained Prasetya, “I will guarantee the cost of treatment until Dita is out of the hospital, after which you should not contact me again! Our business is done.”

Selly agreed, no matter Prasetya did not recognize him, the important thing is that his mother was cured. After signing the paper, Selly said goodbye, then walked towards the door.

“Selly Anandita,” stunned Selly in the doorway. The voice affected his heart work, a call from a person he could only wish he had. Somehow a hundred times Selly chestnut called by a strong-bodied man with the name ‘my daughter’ with a smile as bright as the sun, then shouldered Selly on the shoulder. Walk around the park, joking until limp because of too much laughter.

Nope, no. No need for that, even if his father is a super busy hardworking man, Selly will be enough just to be frowned upon when he sleeps. Yes, Selly sobendamba, for him the call of a father and his touch is similar nyidam pregnant women. Very willing and must be followed. Only, Selly could not get easily, she had to accept swallowing saliva many times while massaging her chest. Patience.

“Have we met before?”

Prasetya's next question almost made Selly turn around, hitting the man while pointing at her own face. ‘Of course, you don't see these lips, these eyebrow arches? Who else would be that similar to you?’

But common sense prevented him, he was unwilling to add to the situation. He did not want to make Dita who might be hanging if he saw all this.

The girl turned her head ninety degrees, without flipping over. “No. We never met.” Turning the door knob, Selly rushed out of the place.

Let everything remain a secret. He will consider his father dead, as Dita has instilled in his thinking all along.