For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye

Chapters 3. A Choice Doesn't Make Sense

"I think you're pretty arrogant today, I forgot to keep that thing ... Can you wait a minute?"

"When you're ready, I'll wait." he said, very believable.

Sometimes just to be calm and relaxed in need of extra energy in situations like this. Vicktor walked up the stairs to Amelia's room without making any suspicious movements.

His young and innocent face to the world out there makes the heart of the father want to sacrifice anything for survival.

"I am so cruel .. "he caressed Amelia's head.

"Hmm ...," she woke up opening her eyes slowly, "Dad, Dad, I saw her she was happy there," she almost shed tears, did she deliriously think Vicktor.

"What do you see?" tanya casually, occasionally looking at the outside window.

"I saw her, for the first time in my life, I saw mom!" a little scream from the thirsty esophagus.

"I want to listen to that sweet story, but we don't have time baby, do you have that thing? 'Master Key' the flea shop uncle wanted him to pick it up again,"

The object was held tightly until it felt very warm, no one believed for others what Amelia dreamed of. Did he take something of hope in the dream?

"Did the shop owner's uncle come here? I want to see her too" pull up a shirt trying to wake her up.

"I think it's a bad idea, this flea uncle is very different from the previous one. Do you remember? When we're in danger, where are you supposed to hide?"

"In the back shed." he replied.

"You're smart, so what can you do now, baby?" Vicktor stroked her hair and kissed her cheek, "I'll definitely be back." as if afraid of something bad happening Vicktor didn't want to see her face one last time.

His age is still in the youth, the order is very well heard he obeyed. Even the look of the face was trying to cover up the fear, an event like this had happened before but it was only a matter that was not too heavy for him.

Down the stairs together, of course, the man standing in front of the door saw his daughter walking backwards towards the warehouse because the stairs were fused with the living room.

"It must be quite troublesome right, when his daughter woke up wanting to go to the toilet?" get the guy in the jacket to look for a topic. " ... Maybe she's dreaming of something?"

"Hmm, what does that mean?" Vicktor is quite curious whether he can guess or he is just like himself, a father who takes care of girls.

"Well, I mean has he met his mother?" the speech came out of his mouth directly without any fuss.

Shivering his body not because of trepidation, but his body temperature began to increase in the sight of his eyes that could not be controlled. On the other side of his hand that was about to give 'Master Key' was suddenly restrained and remained hidden behind the back pants pocket.

"What does that mean?"

"Is my guess right? Well, I can't believe she saw it for sure it was a beautiful memory"

No need for further ado, without the referee or the ring Vicktor grabbed his collar, threatening with wide-eyed until their breaths clashed.

"What do you want? Don't mess with me!" the weight of his voice was unbearable like the roar of a lion.

Vicktor went inside to the fridge to get his favorite beer. His playing eyes looked around only to make sure that his daughter had kept her promise.

"Key, huh?" the beer was in pots and the gas in it came out, then chugged with satisfaction. "That thing I don't know, I seem to have forgotten to save." Vicktor just sat on the sofa facing the lighted television.

"I knew you'd say that, so ... You want me to take it forcibly?"

His body is not too sturdy but his guts can compete, Vicktor is not a random person who will give up just like that against the ridicule of the family's self-esteem that he holds.

"What a beautiful night." welcome Vicktor folding up his sleeves.

The man who disguised himself as the owner of the flea shop insisted on seizing what was not supposed to belong to him, moreover he was not the one who would leave without bringing results.

The first punch was fired by Vicktor right on his face. It was like being hit hard by a brick beam falling from the second floor. However, the fake flea man did not budge he was able to hold it in, pushed hard inside until Vicktor fell, then reached into the back of his pants pocket as if he knew that it was there.

"Master Key" fell into the hands of the fake flea man, of course Vicktor did not want to be finished just like that. Wrestling like sumo players encourage each other to destroy things until finally the object in the target fell.

"You'll be disappointed, remember that! Vicktor you'll be disappointed!" he shouted loudly without hesitation the people around heard.

"What have I been disappointed in after all this time I've lived?" he answered while locking the man's movements.

Before long Amelia came out of hiding and saw the two of them lying down in a loud chat. His eyes fixed on the object lying nearby was "Master Key" Amelia picked it up and held it tightly in her chest.

"Amelia go to Angelica's house!" father's orders.

"Ha ha ha ha!" he laughed out loud when nothing was funny at all. "You won't understand this, you're crazy Vicktor!! You should have let that thing be on me!"

Police on patrol in the small town came when they heard reports of a robbery in a remote house near the forest.

The flea man fled the scene of the crime without dropping any evidence other than a messy former house.

Little Amelia Vicktor's favorite daughter has done it, she calls the police after coming to the house of her neighbor, Angelica's mother. The hero is also the savior the only family that can save only with family anyway.

Because it was too late and the central police station was too far away to travel, they were forced to guard Vicktor's house to finally report the full incident tomorrow.

Amelia and Vicktor are languishing together in a room for the first time in twelve years. The warmth of the embrace and the security that enveloped Amelia was already some kind of miracle to her. In contrast to Vicktor who daydreamed in a close eye he thought the strange man earnestly wanted to try to hold him off from an object. Ambiguous remarks were too much to try to digest what he wanted to convey to her.

"Maybe I'm going to try to choose this life in a way that doesn't make any sense."

"What's that?"

"Maybe try to believe that the stars can make a wish."

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