Papa To Kirana

Chapter 44 Living on the Run

A few months later.

I sat on a park bench, watching Kirana swing with two boys. They are brothers, one is five years old and his sister is two years old.

And her grandmother the two boys were sitting next to me.

“How old is Kirana?” ask the Grandma.

I frowned, trying to remember Kirana's age.

“Twenty-two months,” I said choked.

Gosh, that means it's been almost ten months that Kirana and I have been on the run. Stay at a hotel to another hotel. Sometimes rent a rental only a few weeks, then move again to another place. From one city to another.

I've been moving around since I left Rama and Alexa.

At that time, I contacted Dodi but she answered my phone with a frightened trembling voice.

“Halo, Dodi. Today Kirana and I are going to your house. Are you home at four in the afternoon?”

“J-don't, Boss. Don't come to my house,” replied Dodi.

“Why? What's wrong with you, Dodi? Why do you sound like scared?”

“Bos, I warned the Boss to immediately take the boy away. Hide and keep moving so Harsa can't track down the whereabouts of Boss.”

Suddenly across the phone I heard a buzzing sound followed by Dodi screaming in pain.

Then immediately silence.

“Halo, Dodi. You were there. Hello,” I said panic.

“Halo,” said a cold voice that sounded much different from Dodi's voice.

“Harsa?”

“Yes, how are you, Balin Mahendra?” Harsa chuckles.

I was silent, my tongue was twisted and I opened my eyes.

“This friend of yours is dead. This is the result if anyone dares to go against me.”

Harissa laughed again.

“Now quickly hand over the child or you will have the same fate as the lice!”

My hands were clenched and I clumped hard.

“If you want to take Kirana, step over my corpse first!”

Tut's.

That day was the first day Kirana and I lived on the run. I immediately changed my phone number, and several times sold the car and replaced it with a new one.

I just called Mom. Just telling me that Kirana and I are fine, without you needing to know where I am.

All that I did was make it hard for Harsa to track me down.

“Twenty-two months.. “ murmured grandma beside me whose net keeps researching Kirana.

“Twenty-two months but already smooth talking and can be chatted. It could be a sign that Kirana is a smart child,” explained the Grandmother.

I just turned my head, then smiled, “Thank you.”

“Hai, young man, I'm not kidding. The intelligence of a child can already be seen from they are still babies. If the development exceeds the ability of children his age, it's a sign they have above-average intelligence.”

I can only sigh. This one grandmother reminds me of someone who knows a lot about taking care of children. Someone I've been trying to get out of my mind.

Alexa.

How's that curly-haired girl doing? Does he still live next door to my old rented house?

“Happy steps to have a child as beautiful and as smart as Kirana,” oceh the Grandma.

“Parents will always want to give their best to their children. Moreover, a father. All dads will definitely try to protect their daughter. Right?”

I did not say, even my eyes felt hot and teary because I realized in this hemisphere there is a father who wants to hurt his own flesh and blood.

Harsa.

I don't know what made him do such a bad thing to his daughter. From Kirana was born until now, I am still looking for that answer.

Though it is true that the Grandmother said, Kirana is a beautiful and smart child. Harsa should be proud to have a child like her.

A white car stopped not far from us, and the elderly woman beside me stood up to call her two grandchildren.

“Ray, Raka, already playing. Mommy's already picked it up. Time to go home.”

The two brothers pranced cheerfully, “Yey, Mommy came home... Mommy.. Mommy... “

Grandma also said goodbye to me, and the three of them got into the car.

Now that there was only Kirana alone in the garden, she walked over to me which I immediately greeted with a hug.

“Papa tie,” says Kirana touched her now long hair.

“Papa is not good at tying hair. But Papa will try first.”

I pulled out a hairband in my pants pocket, as much as possible to tie Kirana's thick, straight hair. And so. Although the results are not neat and there are some strands of hair that are still dangling.

“You have the exact same hair as mama,” that sentence just slid from my mouth.

“Mama,” reset Kirana.

I just smiled while tidying up Kirana's bangs. Then there was the sound of the stomach asking to be filled. Kirana immediately shut her mouth in embarrassment.

“Ups,”

I chuckle softly, “Kirana hungry? Kirana want to eat what?”

“Ayam goleng.”

“Okey, then, we're looking for a fried chicken restaurant huh? Come on.”

Kirana cheerfully, “Yey, chicken goleng.”

Fifteen minutes later, Kirana and I were sitting in a restaurant. Kirana devoured the lower thigh fried chicken very greedily. But to me it looks funny, I laugh as soon as I see it.

“Papa eat?” ask Kirana to offer me.

I shook my head, “No, Papa saw Kirana eating alone was full.”

Then, my gaze switched to monitoring around. Ever since I was in the park, I felt like someone was stalking us from afar.

However, as far as the eye could see there was nothing suspicious. Or maybe just my hunch.

“Spend your food, keep us straight home, okay?”

“Where?”

I frowned, “Entah, later we try to find lodging around here.”

Just then, my phone rang with my name on the screen.

“Papa pick up the phone first yes. Kirana continue eating.”

“Yes, Papa.”

I walked away, but was still in an area that could monitor Kirana. Then I picked up a phone that wasn't from Mom. Except Rama.

“Halo, Brother Balin, it's me your sister, Rama.”

“Iya, I also know.”

“Where is it now?”

“You're the bucket mouth, so no need to know.”

Rama sighed in frustration, “Kak go home! Brother wants to get to when this continues. Poor Brother Alexa, he also lives moving around looking for Brother.”

I glanced at Kirana. The little girl was still eating in the original place, was sipping orange juice.

“Whatever I care about.”

Tut's. I turned off the phone call unilaterally.

 

***

 

A man with black eyes sat in his car with an unbroken look at the figure of a small child who was eating in a simple restaurant.

Then, the man called his master.

“Master, I found the boy.”

“Good, monitor directly from a distance. Remember that! Don't lose track of it again.”

“Good, Mr.”