
"Why not healthy ? Papa is sick to ? Something happen ? It's so pale in the face."
Kyra's soft hands touched her papa's forehead. His face looks pale. Like a sick man. He rushed back after getting a call from his papa. I was weak in the voice of my dad on the phone. Worried made.
"Papa okay. Maybe papa's less rest. There's something papa wants to talk to Kyra. Sorry for Kyra's worries. Until such a quick turn. There's got to be a lot of work left at the boutique, right.?"
Dato Malek's hand touched Kyra's. Calms Kyra who seems worried about her condition.
"Papa got a lot of rest, busy working. Look now it's sick. What a hell does that boutique do to compare this dear dad Kyra. What is it papa wants to talk about ? Kyra thinks papa should rest first. Papa's bad luck. This face is pale. Leha did you make porridge ? Won't ? Okay wait, let Kyra make it."
Kyra stood up but quickly Dato Malek held her shoulder held back from coming out. Seeing the moody face of his papa. Kyra sat back in bed. Worried about heart.
"Papa wants to talk to Kyra. Nowow. Important stuff."
Just seriously Dato Malek's face. Looked at Kyra's eyes.
"Papa okay to ? Apadia ? Papa don't make Kyra afraid. Why is this ?"
Kyra's voice was about to cry. Worried about his papa. Suddenly papa's behavior strange harini. What's wrong.
"Papa never saw anything from Kyra right. Kyra is big now. Kyra is good at taking care of herself. But papa tasa, it's not enough. Papa reckon Kyra will always be papa's little boy. Papa's spoiled son."
Gentle Dato Malek stroked Kyra's hair. His left hand held Kyra's soft hand.
"Paaa, don't make Kyra worry. Sick very much to ? Papa's head hurts ? Want to go to the hospital ?"
The sound of Kyra. Sort of like crying.
"Takk , papa okay . Now can Kyra come with me, papa ?"
"Of course Kyra. Kyra won't argue papa. Okay say what papa son. Kyra make . Okay ?
"Papa nak Kyra is married to Tengku Farathid."
"Whattttt?"
Owe Kyra's eyes, her head on the ring. The words were like a thunderbolt snatching in his ear. Dream to what is this. Wrong with the.....
"What did you say ? Kyra misheard that ? Papa joking to ?"
"No, papa's not kidding. Papa serious. Papa nak Kyra is married to Tengku Farathid."
Like a big rock smashing its head. Kyra. Her lips were scratched. His eyes began to glaze over.
"Noo paa's. Papa said what is this ? Who ? Kyra doesn't know papa's friend. Why do papa do this ? Kyra with Zacran pa. Why did Kyra get married to him? Papa knows Kyra loves Zac. Why is papa like this?"
Kyra's hoarse voice came out. Withstanding crying . Kyra controls her shoulder. His hand on Dato Malek was pulled slowly. He started to stand up.
"Papa nak Kyra is married to Tengku Farathid. Not Zacran. Please listen to me, Papa Kyra."
"Why ? Why did Kyra get married to him ?? Kyra doesn't know him. Kyra doesn't want to marry him. Kyra doesn't want to marry papa's friend. Papa can pick up other things. Don't watch this paaa. Kyra can come with all papa said. But not this one."
Kyra's tears are falling. The rate of wetting his smooth cheeks. Dato Malek closed his eyes. Try to gather strength to speak out. It hurts her heart to try to hurt her own child. He's gotta.
"Papa doesn't think, papa nak Kyra married him. Forget zacran. He's worth Kyra again. Papa doesn't want Kyra to have anything to do with Zacran anymore. Two weeks from now . The Kyra Council with Tengku Farathid will take place. Muktamad."
From Dato Malek. Kyra shook her head. Refusing. The tide is growing . He walked towards his papa. He knelt on the edge of his papa. Holding his papa thigh. Woo. Dato Malek unites himself in bed. Try to hold back his emotions.
"Paaaa, Kyra seduce . Don't do this. Papa taknak look at Papa happy's son ? Why is papa like this? Kyra doesn't want to marry him. Kyra doesn't know him. Pleaseggg. Why did Kyra get married to him."
Dato Malek just unites himself. No more words came out of his mouth. He was firm with his decision.
"Why papa make kyra like this. If mama had her she wouldn't have made Kyra like that. She must want Kyra happy. Mama je the dear Kyra. Papa no."
Kyra kept crying looking at the floor. The tears don't seem to run out. The chest moistens the cheeks. Dato Malek held gently Kyra's shoulder. Take it sitting next door . Kyra only according to weak. Empty views. Kyra sat back on the bed next to her papa. Quiescent. Only tears go fast.
"Papa knows Kyra dear papa. Papa loves Kyra more than anything. Papa just didn't take Kyra a hard life. Papa nak Kyra is happy. He promises papa, he'll take it all if Kyra doesn't marry him, papa can't afford it . Can't take care of Kyra."
The voice of Dato Malek. He looked down at the floor. Unable to look into his son's eyes. She's shy, unable to look after Kyra better. Why Kyra. Why not another girl... Kyra's face flushed in anger. Farathid. Dangerous man. Dare to dare he suck papa. The flames of hatred were burning in Kyra's heart. There's no way she'd marry a guy like that . Misusing power and money to blackmail people. Own papa.
"He promised papa, he'd make Kyra happy. She'll love Kyra if Kyra marries her. Kyra don't worry. He'll take good care of Kyra. Pecaya said papa okay ?"
"Kyra doesn't know her pa. How Kyra can live with a psycho like her. He crazy. I swear."
Kyra hated this guy. The man who tried to crack his dowel would live his life with papa. Farathid Marteen.