Papa's Little Daughter

A Peaceful Sunday?

I pulled back my blanket to cover my body and Shan's body. No matter the sound of the birds squeaking that has sounded so boisterous out there. I know it's morning, but it's Sunday. No one should disturb this peaceful Sunday.

Shan also seems to be able to work together. Look Shan's still asleep in my arms. I also don't know why Shan, who has been awake since yesterday, has changed like this. He's a bad builder now. And that's good in my opinion.

Krucuk...

I heard a rumbling sound from the stomach of someone who was rumbling. Whose stomach is it if not Shan's.

"Shan you're a lager?" I asked this little boy who was still closing his eyes.

Shan did not answer my question, instead he further submerged his head into the indentation of my armpits. It seemed like he had deliberately suppressed that hunger and chose to continue sleeping instead. It's a hit now he usually has breakfast, but yes how else. Shan is still reluctant to get up, and I won't force him to get up either.

We finally fell asleep again. Until unknowingly, wake-up has been at 10 more. I feel very hungry now. Shan must have been too.

"Shan let's get up. We eat yuk. It's gonna be noon..." I woke him up subtly.

"Later pa. Shan's still sleepy." Shan then changed his position, rolling to the side. Riding me.

Let him continue his sleep.

I then got off the bed. Open the curtains so that sunlight can enter the room, then stretch the muscles at a glance.

"Father glare.." whine Shan.

"Oh okay-okay papa's closed. Sorry Shan." I said to the boy. He entered his dream world again.

I'm in the bathroom now. Doing activities that are generally done by people around the world. Throw away small, large, shave your sideburns, brush your teeth, then take a shower. Like those. Until while being solemn in bathing activities suddenly I was surprised by a fairly loud bang. Something fell out there. And I can't guess what that thing is.

Until Shan's voice cried so hard it made me panic for a moment. As fast as lightning I instantly finished my bath and came out.

"Jeez Shan!" pekikku when he saw Shan had been on the surface of the floor with a prone position and...

There was blood flowing from both nostrils.

Deg.

My feet instantly squashed. I've always been like this when I see blood.

"Father..hiks..."

But I don't care at all about my feet that feel floating, I immediately acted quickly to stop bleeding Shan's nose.

"Well Shan why did it get a nosebleed anyway? This must have been bumped, huh? Aye right? Which part hit Shan? The head? A forehead? A nose? Where's Shan? Tell me papa!"

Shan held his head. His crying is getting louder now. I continued to squeeze his nose while raising his head to stay face up.

Looking at the blood patches on my hands finally made me limp back. It felt like my sweat was starting to flow profusely, my body was cooling and... I feel like I'm gonna faint right now.

I finally ran out and chose to call my mom. I can't handle it myself.

...***...

The thing that mom ordered I finally bought, I immediately returned home.

Tok...

"This is Chandra already bought." I said from outside the room. I'm actually still very traumatized by this incident. The blood-red color was still ringing in my mind. I was afraid to go inside because it was still imagined.

Tok...

I knocked on the door again because my mother did not answer. Where is that guy? Is it out? Is she going to the bathroom and Shan is left alone in there?

Well, it looks like I have to make sure of it myself.

Chequek...

I opened my eyes and found Shan right there alone. No mother accompanied him. I don't know where my mom is.

"Papa.." call Shan in his weak voice.

I went up to him, and went up to the bed to sit near where he lay.

"Shan's silence still hurts?" my many.

And Shan nodded.

I shifted her little body to get closer to my body. I hugged her, told her to have her head lean on my chest. Slowly I rubbed his forehead, I kissed also so that the pain could soon disappear.

Mom's figure suddenly came from the door. I immediately nodded at him with all sorts of questions.

"Where is my mom from? Why was Shan left alone? His forehead still hurts. Try if Shan suddenly nosebleed again how? Don't you have any pity on Shan? Just like his own grandson..."

Instantly I became annoyed.

But my annoyance lasted only a few seconds, all replaced by surprise Shan suddenly let out a sobbing sound.

"Loh Shan, why are you crying??"

Panic, it's clear. Which father does not panic if his son cries suddenly like this.

All I fear is one. What if she cries and then blood comes out of her nose? I am really still very traumatized.

Mama eventually takes over Shan to be raised on top of her sling. The little boy complied, and immediately put his head to lean against the shoulder of the mother. His crying has now subsided.

"Shan was crying for fear of hearing you snapping at her head Chan." said Mama.

Instantly I sat on the spot. Is what my mom said true?

Hmmm sorry...

~tbc...