PAPA LOVE ME

52. Papa love me.

Baskara who had gone through despair tried to grin the uterus in her hands trembling. Her tears kept falling, imagining the face of the princess crying as she tortured first.

Why would he get that long? what demon possessed him all this time?

Baskara began to close her eyes, she took a deep breath.

“Papa know son, you will never come back again with this papa full of mistakes. Therefore, this is papa's final way. Sorry dear papa, papa is not strong like you who can do anything alone.” Baskara began to direct the uterus just above his veins.

In a countdown, everything will be fine. Everything will disappear as Baskara wanted, his tears dripping down. Before she did that, she looked at her little family photo and then smiled wryly, she completely lost her senses.

“Gia forgive me baby, I know this is wrong. But no other options.”

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“PAPA!!”

Baskara. Is this a dream? Why could Baskara hear that voice, the voice of her little girl whom she had longed for so many years?

No. gabe.

It must be a hallucination. Zea will never return to her wicked father.

“Cannot.” Baskara stopped her scooter just above her pulse, her eyes glancing at the door that did not reveal anyone, if only she moved her hands a little. Make sure her hands are scratched inside.

“Papa where?!”

But the longed voice was heard again, Baskara's tears fell. He was so deep, he was so sure that Zea would never want to see him again. He is too evil and hard to forgive.

“No... This must be me being crazy, there's no way Zea's going to meet this jerky papa. Zea hates her papa, Zea doesn't want to see her papa again, Zea is traumatized by this papa.”

She was trembling with tears that kept flowing, she looked back at her hand and held it firmly.

“Papa answer Zea! Zea's home, papa where?!” the sound was getting closer in Baskara's ears, even he could confirm. This time with a running leg.

“DAUGHTER, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO MEET THIS SON OF A BITCH, GO! YOU ARE DEFINITELY NOT ZEA!” Baskara's shout was very tight, his hands moving slicing his own veins.

Hearing her papa's cry, Zea immediately sped up to run. By wiping away the tears that had been falling on the floor, he continued to increase his speed.

“PAPA WHY?! RELEASE PA!! ZEA'S BACK...HIKS HIKS, WHAT IS PAPA DOING, HUH?!”

The girl immediately ran over to her papa and took over the cuter that had injured her papa's hand and threw it rough in any direction.

“PAPA WANT NINGALIN ZEA BY THEMSELVES?! BAD PAPA, HIKS HIKS.” Zea was crying, looking at her papa this mess.

Baskara stared at her son unblinkingly, her little girl whom she once loved so much and when she was a teenager she tormented has now returned and now, the girl has changed one hundred percent. Zea's appearance, much different from the time she was a famous tomboy High School and short-haired and thin.

Zea immediately ran to pick up the P3K box and treated Baskara's hands with Refanol and then on the red medicine, after which she put Hansaplast in tears. Fortunately, the wound was not deep.

Without saying much Zea immediately hugged her papa who was still looking at her in disbelief.

“Zea back pa, hiks... Zea apologizes for leaving papa alone. Zea promised, will not go away from papa again, hiks. Zea dear papa until anytime, Zea will never be able to hate papa.” Zea hugged her papa body that was not as strong as it used to be, her tears just kept falling like endless.

Baskara moved her hands trembling to the back of Zea.

“A-what is this dream? Is this my old daughter? No-no this must be just a dream as usual, Zea can not be kemba-,” Baskara speech stopped, when a small soft hand wipe his tears with affection.

Zea hugged her papa back, she still misses so much. “This is Alfa Zea Adiputra, papa's only child, hiks... This isn't a dream. Zea came back for papa, forgive Zea.. must be papa all this time lonely right?”

Hearing that sentence, Baskara did not reply and returned his daughter's embrace very, very tightly. The two are resting on the cold floor of the room, with the feel of a dim and black room. The cries of both of them were very broken and sounded painful.

“Where have you been, baby all this time? hyx... Papa is longing and desperate to find you everywhere, hiks... Forgive papa... Forgive papa, papa is evil, right? Papa is not worth forgiving. But please, don't leave papa again. Papa promises will change even better, let papa stay with you, let papa come with you anywhere, papa only has you.” Zea's cry grew increasingly broken, then released her embrace and gave a strong nod.

“Everything that has happened, Zea has already received it with a chest roomy... Because Zea's affection for papa is much greater, thus burying the hatred itself, the hyx... Zea also has only one parent, namely papa. Don't ever do things like this again... Zea don't like.” The girl rubbed her pap tears that looked unkempt, now her face was swollen and her eyes were swollen.

"Thank you baby, papa's proud of you. Papa is lucky to have a daughter as good as you." Baskara again hugged Zea tightly, as if her longing would never run out for Zea.

“What do you want from papa? Papa will make up for it, even with papa's life?” Lirih Baskara looked at Zea and his two hands wiped away the tears of her beautiful daughter, and tidied up Zea's hair.

“Papa Love Me.”

Baskara's chest hurt hearing that, she felt unworthy of getting sorry from this child. Her lips smiled sincerely, her eyes re-glazed and touching both shoulders of her dear daughter.

“Papa will love you Son, papa will never make you sad again. Papa doesn't want you to go again, until whenever papa will still try to be the best papa for you."

Finally the hug of a father who for fifteen years did not do this to his daughter, now they managed to hug back. Baskara loved Zea as much as when she was a child, even she promised to love and take care of her daughter.

Baskara was the lucky man in the world, having a child as good and as strong as Zea. God is very good, from this moment also Baskara will give affection to Zea, which should have been obtained from the first girl.

In the middle of Zea hugging her papa, her eyes accidentally caught the figure of a handsome man wrapped in a black suit having been standing in the middle of the door since earlier, the man carrying something in his left hand. The two stared at each other for a long time, was this a dream?

The two gulped in disbelief at each other's facial changes, but they recognized each other very well through their eyes that never changed.

NAH!!

The food in Raka's hands fell to the floor, she was fixated with a girl who had been settling in her heart all this time. The girl he loved so much, the girl he hurt with words and deeds. Now the girl transformed into a very beautiful woman graceful and has a body that contains.

“Ra-Raka?” shrieked Zea, her tears dripping slowly.

Raka shook her head strongly, without breaking eye contact with the beautiful girl.

“This is not a dream.”

Hearing that Raka's heart was pounding incoherently, she was very happy, her feet were stepping uncommanded slowly, Zea stood up and did the same.

The man she loved was in front of her, with a much more handsome charismatic face line and the man's body growing stockier and more mature.

She is Raka, Zea's second love.

BRUK!!

Zea ran into Raka's arms, hugging her very tightly, treating the long longing that had not met. Baskara smiled seeing that, Raka's hand shook touching Zea's body, and returned the embrace much tighter. Right, this isn't a dream. Suddenly, her tears fell down instantly. She was crying and very happy.

“Where have you been? I miss you. You left me a long time ago. Don't go again Ze I beg you not to leave me alone again, hysterics. Ii'm sorry... I'm sorry in masalalu.” Zea hugged Raka tighter.

“I miss you too, I promise I won't go again. I promise.”

It was about that kind of meeting Zea with her two loves, and in her arms the three of them very tightly. Zea's wish is granted, one gets love from her papa. Two, get Raka.

Huh what was that? Getting Raka? Jesus, Zea's a shucks! don't chase a stupid Zea base man, even if you love him but have high self-esteem! let the men who try so hard get us, isn't it clear Ze? that woman is precious? Inner Zea was cursing herself.

“Om, can I apply for Zea?” t

Raka asked Baskara who was standing next to her, making the middle-aged man powerless to hold back a laugh .

Zea could only smile in embarrassment, making sure her cheeks were now flushed like Tomatoes.

“Without I may, you will also force me to marry Zea right?” baskara asked, staring at them in turn.

Raka nodded without sin. Zea tried to describe her father's words.

“Ja-so ****-can? Anu I uh that, well what huh?” Baskara and Zea held back her laughter, looking at the extremely nervous and grubby Raka.

It does not fit well with its very mature stature. Maybe it was the first time in Raka's life, being a nervous and stupid man. If his employees know this, his self-esteem is no longer worth anything.

"Support me a little, I'll give you my blessing." Temptation Baskara desperately held back his laughter from coming out.

While Zea laughed crisply, it turned out that her papa was now very jaily and funny, inversely proportional to the first very stiff and cold.

"When I parted with Zea, I always said it myself. Walk alone, eat alone, even sleep alone. So do not let this ex-boyfriend talk to himself, it is terrible. Does om Baskara not pity me?"

The sentence appeared easily without thinking for long, making papa and the child laugh out loud, let alone Raka's expression that was so cute and innocent.

"Zea can you cook, son?" instead of answering, Baskara asked Zea.

"It can, but it's always a bit of a charade. But it's good in my opinion, even though Kelvin bang after eating directly Diarrhea and stomach pain." he answered honestly while scratching his head to make his papa pat the eel while teetawa, while Raka just smiled amusedly.

"Can you wash?"

"Of course you can!" Seloroh Zea jumawa, as if her talent was very prominent.

"Iriched."

"Emmmm, if that... Zea can do it too, but a little bit of a fainter is also her shirt and even a hole."

The papa again patted his eel resignedly, in contrast to Raka who was just acting ordinary even just laughing and ringing, even though Zea like that but did not reduce his love in the slightest.

"Did your decision change Shelf?"

Raka smiled, looked at the face of Zea who was so nervous looking at him, then replied.

"I'm looking for Om's wife, not a maid. Anyway I can do it all, I'll treat Zea as best I can." Zea was very happy and was touched to hear that all made her face even more blushing.

“Alright then, you can get married. Just that you have to bear it yourself if Zea scorches your furniture and empties your clothes."

"FATHER!!" Zea's strangulation was stifled, making her papa laugh.

“It won't happen, I'll guide Zea."

With a quick movement, Raka reached into his suit pocket. And took out a red box, a gift from the man who came to his office earlier.

Zea felt like she wanted to faint, her heart was pounding so fast right now.

“The choice is only two dear ones. Are you my wife or am I your husband? So which one did you choose?” asked Raka in her cool style, her nervous face had disappeared and turned serious.

Basraka did not hold back her laughter.

“Ak-I, choose both.” Zea replied timidly while tucking her hair behind her ears.

“Alright my future wife, your request has been in Acc by Raka Zaidan Vernando your future husband.” Baskara pretended not to hear, seeing the lizard on the wall.

Slowly but surely, they put the rings on each other. But Zea scrunched her forehead, isn't this her engagement ring with Mex. Why is it in Raka's hands? Zea knew that this ring only existed because it was designed with precious stones by diamond craftsmen from California.

Raka who realized that, smiled and braced the hair of dear Zea.

“Iya. It's Mex who gives it to both of us.” said Raka smiling sweetly.

“But. Did you know that this is cinci-,”

“Iya I know, Mex already proposed to you right?” asked Raka, she was sure of that. His instincts were always right and Zea nodded slowly.

“He's a good man, give up for you son. Now take care of my daughter,” Baskara smiled faintly and patted Raka on the shoulder.

Unbeknownst to them, outside the room there are Mex, Kelvin and his small family. Mex could hear and see clearly, how Raka said that. And seeing the girl he loved smiling happily, he was also happy to see Zea with his love.

“Mex... Where are you going?”

“Laper bang, pretend happy also need power.” he replied tight while waving and leaving.

“One time, poor Mex.” Said Nadia sadly, staring at the back of the Mex who disappeared.

“Papa, that's Kenzo's grandfather?” Ask the boy

“Iya dear, greet grandfather there gih!”

“Eindelijk opa ook ontmoet, hello opa Kenzo kwam naar je toe.” Sapa Kezo in thick Dutch, then ran and approached Baskara.

“Ish, speak Indonesian dong, Ken!” Zea clocked at the forehead of the two-year-old over that annoyed.

“Ckck, aunty is always fierce. Kenzo doesn't like it!” kenzo complained by rubbing his slightly hot eel.

Making Raka and Baskara anxious to see the two, Baskara knew what the little boy was saying because he understood Dutch a little.