My Father Is A Guardian's

Old Wounds

Rich began to remove the glass fragments from Alia's stomach. Alia kept her eyes closed because she did not want people to be more anxious when she looked in pain.

"It's over" Rich said. Luka Alia this time not in the sewing but in the glue using a special glue for wounds to be tight.

"Not stitched?" ask Alia.

"No. That's the old method and the one I'm using the new method, but you have to be careful because it won't be as strong as the stitches" Rich said.

"I understand." replied Alia.

Alia changed her position to sit up and hold her aching stomach.

"Do you need anything?" ask Mr. Fred.

"No, Om. Let's talk, if you're not busy." said Alia.

"Of course." replied Mr. Fred. Both walk to the living room and sit there together. Santoso decided to take a break first because he felt that Nonanya was safe here.

"Why do you want to go out with just the two of you?" ask Mr. Fred.

"I think it's Om's territory." replied Alia.

"Alright, next time if you want to play do not forget to bring people even if they are only from far away" said Mr. Fred.

Actually he was upset because Alia was so careless but because he saw Alia to the point of being injured not to the point of scolding Alia.

"Om gonna give you a bulletproof car" said Mr. Fred

"really?" ask Alia not to believe it.

"really. Om don't want you like that." said Mr. Fred.

"Why did you play this far and only the two of you? Om doesn't like you leaving without an escort." continued Mr. Fred.

"I won't repeat it again, Om." said Alia.

Alia again grimaced with the pain in her stomach.

"It must be very painful." said Mr. Fred pity.

Mr. Fred could not bear to see Alia continue to endure the pain.

"You want to call the doctor so you're given a pain killer?" ask Mr. Fred.

"No Om, thank you." replied Alia. He felt that he had improved enough after the broken glass inside was cleaned.

"Related?" ask Mr. Fred again.

Alia nodded steadily.

Alia approached her and reflexively slept on her lap. Mr. Fred rubbed Alia's hair slowly.

"Sleep,." whispered Mr. Fred.

"Om, I want to ask something" said Alia.

"Yes, say it." said Mr. Fred, still stroking Alia's head.

"I just want to know the truth, I've forgotten everything and thought this was the path of destiny. Why did you kill my parent?" ask Alia.

Deg, Mr. Fred was so surprised and could not answer Alia's question.

"Okey,," Alia got up after waiting for a while but she didn't say anything.

Alia walked towards her room and Mr. Fred was still fixated in her shock.

Alia was disappointed because she wasn't honest.

That night Alia slept with disappointment, that night Mr. Fred could not sleep.

Early in the morning Alia woke up and prepared to go to work, Santoso who was ready first was waiting for her at the dinner table with Mr. Fred.

Soon Alia came and sat down in front of her. There was no talk at all between them and while leaving Alia just hugged her om for a while.

In his heart Santoso wondered what was going on between the two but he undoed his intention to ask because it seemed that his nonaunya did not want to touch the problem.

From their brass directly to Alia's office in Kebon Jeruk, west Jakarta, they were so rushed because at nine o'clock there was an important meeting.