Taint

Eleven Digits

Five is the first number there, followed by a row of zeros of ten. Not a small amount, even Nadhea had never seen that much money. Understandably, he used to be ignored by his father. So, never know how much the family treasure.

"Fifty billion. Mas ... Mas Arsen, why is this much savings you gave me?" inner Nadhea. He was flinging to and fro, worried that someone would peek even if it was impossible.

Then, with a quick movement Nadhea took out the card and put it back in the bag. He stepped out with concern, fearing that there was a bad person forcefully seizing his credit card. Though, it was a very small possibility of happening, his appearance was simple, who would have thought he was a lot of money.

With a mind that is still not careless, Nadhea immediately headed for the supermarket. When shopping, he was very nervous, several times dropping things, also bumping into other buyers. Nadhea just smiled while saying an apology, not responding even though some of them were nagging.

"Quick shopping and going home. It's easier to calm down at home" Nadhea said.

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At 09:00, Nadhea arrived at her home. The smile of the father sitting in the living room made Nadhea more nervous. Feelings are chaotic, confused should choose a decision where—stories or not.

"Son, are you home?" greet Prawira with an ever-expanding smile.

"Yes, Pa." Nadhea answered while gripping the shopping bag that had not been placed.

"Sit down! Let Papa keep this, I'll put chrysanthemum tea aside, it looks like .. Your condition is not good." Prawira moved and then grabbed the grocery bag in Nadhea's hand.

"But, Pa___"

"It's okay, son. Once Papa helps you," cut Prawira.

Nadhea no longer denied, because the middle-aged man had passed from before her. No choice, Nadhea immediately sat with eyes that did not switch from her bag.

Almost fifteen minutes, Nadhea kept her head down while thinking about the nominal amount that in a short time belonged to her. To the extent that he was unaware of his father's presence. After his shoulder was patted, Nadhea flinched and again nervously faced the father.

"Drink!" prawira's orders.

Nadhea smiled and then gulped down her father's chrysanthemum. The warm and sweet taste is enough to spoil the throat, but does not reduce the burden of the mind.

"Pa, that was ... Mr. David is here" Nadhea said moments later. She decided to talk about money from her late husband.

"Keep well, son! Once your heart is calm, use it to open up your business" said Prawira. He understood very well what made Nadhea depressed.

"Do you know?"

"Eleven digits, Pa," muttered Nadhea.

Prawira. To him, it was not a surprising amount. Given Arsen's attitude at the last meeting, which had threatened him. Of course it happened because Arsen loved his son so much, and with love, it was impossible not to think about the future.

"Papa's business is not good, how about this money___"

"No, son, that's your right" Prawira said quickly. "Papa's business let it be Papa's business. As for your money, save it and use it to open your own business."

"But I can't, Pa." Nadhea looked at her father.

Prawira let out a long sigh, "Can't, but can't. Forgive me Papa who never gave you a chance."

Nadhea was silent, not knowing what to answer.

"If you're ready, Papa will teach you business theory. Papa's promise will be painstaking and won't stop until you can." Prawira pats Nadhea on the shoulder. "Aren't you very fond of painting, this is an opportunity to develop and show your hobby" he continued.

"Painting?" Spotlight Nadhea's eyes slowly sparkled, as the mind began to fantasize about his painting that people saw.

"Can ... Can I, Pa?" nadhea continued after waking up from delusion.

"If you mean it, reality will be better than you dream. Believe me!" answer Prawira.

Nadhea smiled cheerfully and then poured into her father's arms.

"Thank you very much, Pa" he said.

"Don't thank me, son, Papa should have done this a long time ago."

"Don't bring up the past, Pa. I'm so happy now." Nadhea rubbed Prawira's slightly thin back.

"Papa is happy, son." Prawira smiles haru. "God is very generous, stupid men like me are still given time to hug children as well as you. Forgive Papa, Nadhea" he continued in his heart.

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