Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Pilu

The next time my eyelids opened, a blue plastic chair was occupied by Tiara curled up, asleep. I looked down, there was a slang sticking out of my hand. I lay in a hospital bed, and realized I was still alive.

My throat was very sore, and I tried to get a cough. "Ti--," I said raucously. "Tia.. ra...."

Tiara moved, then sat up straight. Very alert. "Oh, you're up."

Yeah, and I still want to live to avenge me. I was trying to find a glass, but the thing beside me was just a TV remote. I stared at the gallon of water attached to the dispenser in the corner of the room.

"Want a drink? Hold on, I'll get you."

Tiara opened the small cupboard beside my bed. Take a glass and pour warm water then add cold water. "Drink a little bit" he said.

But I don't give a shit. Voraciously, I finished the water in the glass, and the comforting warmth running through my throat, it felt really nice. I can still live and not die with an unrequited grudge, that's what I think.

While laying my head against the pillow, I tried to think about the last thing I experienced, and what happened after I fainted.

Is it possible that Riko really raped me?

I clenched my hands. Angrier. And clear circles began to drip onto the pillow.

Goddamn shit! You took away my honor. I'll kill you, Riko!

"Shhh.. don't cry. What matters is that you're safe, and that bastard's dead."

Die off?

I realized my eyes were wide open, and another horror entered my mind.

"Daddy? Daddy that...?"

"No. It wasn't Mas Gibran who did it."

"Oh my God, I've been thinking that he's being snatched up by the police."

Unknowingly, Daddy was my top priority. The most worried. What I want most is to be okay.

"Where's Daddy? Is she okay? If not him, then who? Who took Riko?"

"Mas Gibran is giving a statement at the police station. Aunt Sila demands justice. And...."

My forehead shrinks. "What?"

"Sir Fikri, Ra."

"Oh my God!"

"Pak Fikri helped you earlier. And. he just had surgery. Until now his youth has not been conscious. He had a stab in his stomach. Stomach injuries."

I'm speechless. I really don't want anyone else to go along with it. But I thank him for helping me, and for taking out that son of a bitch.

Oh my God... What if after this he is in prison?

I wept. Perplexities. Can't be happy to realize someone else sacrificed himself to help me. But it doesn't deny the gratitude that Riko is dead and it wasn't Daddy who killed her.

But my mind was also divided by what happened to me. I knew Daddy would accept me for what I was and wouldn't think me dirty.

But, can I consider myself worthy of Daddy, after everything that happened to me? I feel dirty.

"Ra, don't cry. I'm sorry--"

There was a knock on the doorway, and I quickly wiped my tears. A moment later, Daddy's face seemed to make my heart beat fast. Guilt makes me feel bad.

"Hi, Honey. How are you doing?"

Daddy brought a small flower arrangement, and his hair was a mess. His facial expression showed that he was nervous.

"I...."

I can't say anything. Tears represent my feelings.

I'm shattered....