SOLEDADS

Diaries

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Still hoping the red eyes were open, Sara was always waiting. Endure with all hope that her Papa will wake up and they begin a new leaf of life.

Sara's eyes swelled up, though the clear crystal was no longer coming out. Anne's presence last night made her feel a sense of calm.

The beautiful prosecutor girl told her story with her father, Iglesias. Who has the same nature as Peter, also Max who always forbid him to do anything.

"More than that, I understand their ban for my own good. Try to get closer to Peter, you will definitely feel the incredible love of a father, Sara. You should also ask why he banned you. Because Daddy used to forbid me to run around for fear that I would get pregnant before my school days ended."

Sara smiled faintly as she recalled Anne, her sometimes fashionable sister-in-law.

After finishing the breakfast Nadia made for him, Sara approached the bed where Peter lay weakly. His eyes were reluctant to open, or indeed Peter was lazy to open his eyes.

She held the hand she held yesterday, channeling warmth to her Papa, because Sara thought maybe Peter was cold so didn't want to get out of that warm bed.

"Papa, please wake up, tell me the reason why you've been preventing me from going out all this time. Although I can guess, but I'd like you to say it directly," said Sara with trembling lips.

His grasp on Peter's hand grew tighter, eagerly wishing Peter to hear in his utter. Sara again muttered an unrelenting prayer to God for the healing of her Father.

The lips that always said rough to him looked pale, dry and had no hue anymore.

"Because you don't want to wake up, I'm going to find out the truth and don't blame me for hating you anymore."

As if not wanting it to happen, his motor nerves were in action. The thinner fingers moved, making Sara's lips curl upwards.

Each of his words that seemed to contradict Peter's wishes, the middle-aged man's fingers moved. That made Sara a little excited. Peter doesn't want him to do the same thing again.

Peter's eyes would not open. The red bead was always closed, not wanting to see the sunlight peering out from behind the window where it lay.

"Alright, I'll wait for you to wake up, Papa," said Sara and stroked the moving fingers.

Sara didn't leave from Peter's side for a second, but this morning she was about to go somewhere. After getting permission from Max, Sara gets excited.

"Sorry, I have to go this morning. May your eyes open soon, Papa."

After saying that, Sara passed from there. He came out of that VVIP ward, and someone was waiting for him there.

"Please take me to church, Tom."

The man who was always beside Peter nodded, following Sara's instructor.

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Sara's eyes can't be separated from the streets, a place she uses with friends to race and have fun. Remembering that, Sara only realized that she had a promise to be billed to Max. Permission to conquer the Himalayas.

For a moment the chocolate bead dimmed. Remembering Peter lying helpless in the hospital. Although the desire to conquer the highest peak in the world was very large, but the existence of Peter is the most important now.

Sara did not want to repeat the same mistake again. After all, some time ago she had just promised at His altar to be a obedient child to her Papa, to be a wife who could serve her husband well.

Realizing that there was something she did not know clearly, Sara turned to Tom.

"Go home first, Tom," he said in a brief statement that the man understood.

The car drove slowly, against the sunlight that challenged the eyes. From a distance, Sara could see the huge building she once hated so much. A sacred place for him to live or visit.

But now, he missed that place. The mansion that bears witness to Peter's affection. The place that made him recall the harsh words he always made Peter.

"Wait for me at the gate. I won't be long" he told Tom. He did not want to linger outside, his father was unconscious in the hospital.

Sara entered the gate that she had entered a few weeks ago, stepping decisively into a room. The room that Sara never approached while she was at home.

He pushed open the unlocked door, and his eyes widened in disbelief at the sight there.

The entire wall was filled with huge frames, depicting her, Alara and Peter. There was a photo together when Sara was five years old.

His teeth were brown due to eating a lot of chocolate, hugged by Peter and Alara from two directions. Smiling at the camera.

Sara just pecked. Check carefully every corner of the room that only pictures of him. Some were taken quietly to the side and back of the visible, and some were taken from his post on Instagram.

What made him most suspicious and worried, there was a photo of him during the adventure, which was taken from a considerable distance. Sara could not guess correctly, the possibility of the photo was obtained Peter from others.

His feet trembled violently as he began to browse through the contents of the room. On Peter's desk, there was a small frame of two. The wedding photo that Alara showed her when Sara was a child and also the photo of her with Peter on her tenth birthday.

Sara recalled clearly, it was at such an age that Peter began to restrain her. Prohibit doing things he likes, including sightseeing. And Alara never took issue with that.

The hatred begins when Peter puts her in a wolf cage because Sara does not heed his ban. As a result, after a summer school outing, Sara falls ill. And as punishment, Peter locked him up last night in a wolf cage.

And Sara's hands shook violently when she saw the writing behind the frame. "I couldn't stop the blooming flower, and could only observe it with affection hidden behind anger. My sara hates me."

Sara's tears were unceasingly breaking. Especially when he opened a drawer attached to his favorite barbie sticker as a child, Sara returned to tears.

In it, Peter keeps all the toys he likes first. And there was a book that made him curious.

Sara wiped away the tears that blocked her vision. Opening page after page of white sheets of paper covered in black ink, her tears came back.

*21th, Day of Sadness

I failed at being a father. A man wants my precious daughter, I'm not willing but can only hope God tells her the meaning of home. Not without reason, it's just that this was a will order from Alara before she left me, marrying my Sara to a man she didn't recognize*.

The more Sara opened the book sheet, back and forth the pages, she found something stuck in her heart.

*17th, Day of Sadness.

My sara's always been defiant. Banning him is impossible, but the threat of the Napoli man cannot be doubted. He killed my Alara, and I don't want anything to happen to Sara. But my Sara was a little girl, she didn't understand that. He was stubborn and wanted to go on an adventure with his friend. He hates me more and more. And I could only secretly watch from a distance, have the trained men to ensure the safety of my daughter*.

Sara knew, the reason Peter always forbid it was written clearly on each sheet of the book. Sara's eyes grew more swollen with tears that continued to flow.

He cursed himself who had never played the role of an obedient child. As Anne said, Peter had a good reason for it. And he already knows everything about Thompson.

As forcefully as possible, Sara got up from her place, running as fast as she could with the book in her hand, telling Tom to drive the car to the hospital.

And her heart was racing when Max called her. "Something happened to Pet---"

Sara turns off the phone, feeling terrible approaching her. She hoped her father was okay. Although his heart is not calm with a history of heart disease suffered by Peter.

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